Unwanted, unneeded

Isabella Heiwa · 02-18-2012, 03:46 PM

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Guuurl quiet your face.

Isabella did not know if she wanted her own children. She had seen the job her mother did, and though she approved, she did not think her occupation was conducive to raising a child or two. Though Tlantli's idea of simply having a man there for reproductive purposes was fascinating. "Yes, I hear that. It's a great idea." Isabella had seen what a man could do to a woman, especially an independent woman. She had seen what a woman's so called mate would be willing to do on the side. She had gone into town with her step-father often enough and she knew that he was hardly the faithful sort, as she knew first hand. Men were only good for a few things in her eyes.

The woman slide a finger across her neck, making Isabella almost shiver with the thought. Cull the unworthy? That seemed logical, even though hardly ethical. Not that the gypsy woman was going to complain or protest. It was just too wise for her to think it wrong. "That is probably the most merciful thing to do," she nodded, almost sagely. "After all, if slaves get to live and they become useful, why should the eternally useless remain a wasteful blight?" That blight was a drain of resources and effort. "Perhaps there is a use for them in some way. Maybe as fodder for fights?" She was not one for combat, though she could see their use in large melees.

Tlantli Kimaris · 02-20-2012, 05:42 AM

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Tlantli is by Nat!

The pale coyote smiled her toothy grin and inclined her head in thanks for the compliment. In Tlantli's view, this was the only way to carry on her bloodline. She could not taint her womb with the get of some half-wolf and bring shame to her family. Her children must be of her brothers, twice over her own children and twice over grandchildren of Mantus Kimaris. Still, coldly as she viewed reproduction, Tlantli could not help but feel the faintest twinge of remorse at having lost Miqui. She would not have minded his company on the long road back to Eterne, but it was clear he was done with the place. Perhaps it was unwise for her to return, even -- her half-brother might still wish her dead. Then again, Tlantli was not the weakling youth she'd been upon departing Eterne. She was confident she could bring Baphomet's end about, should he pose a threat.

The Family member tilted her sharply-angled coyote's head at the woman's suggestion, considering. Her experience with combat was restricted to face-to-face battles; she was not a war-hardened general, but even Tlantli could see the sense in Isabella's suggestion. The woman nodded slowly, rubbing at her chin as if in thought. This might do. They would be good for dying only, though -- and why feed so many mouths? The coyote wrinkled her nose at the thought, shaking her head. Best avoid taking them at all, then -- let them go south, she said, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. Tlantli had nothing against the southern packs -- in truth, she knew little of them. They were still outsiders, however, and little as she respected Salsola, disdain for outsiders ran naturally in her blood.

Why is it you pick this place, above any other? The coyote's swift change in subject was sudden, but not unplanned -- having gauged the mottled canine as one she could come to like (even trust, had she more time) the honey-furred coyote thought to inquire on more personal matters. Unbidden, she provided her own response to the question quickly, before the other canine might offer her own -- perhaps as a gesture of good faith. I came from Anathema, with the founding. Sirius and Eris saw weakness in the mountain pack, and they sought to leave it behind before it brought consequences to them.

Isabella Heiwa · 02-20-2012, 01:23 PM

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My throat is in an unholy hell so pardon any disjointedness

Not deal with them all together? That was a good plan, especially considering the waste of resources that came with killing an outsider. If they were particularly troublesome, it was more effort spent on capture and then housing. It did truly seem a waste. Perhaps if turning them away and sending them south as Tlantli suggested was a good idea. They would not drain the nearby resources outside of Salsola and not be a drain on the internal resources of the Thistle Kingdom. "That is probably the most efficient thing to do." Why spent all that time on someone they were only going to kill? As much as it felt like a waste of flesh, Isabella knew the Mother would not condone culling for culling's sake. But Isabella always held those beliefs fairly loosely, like a flowing scarf.

The gypsy woman shifted from foot to foot, changing her weight distribution as she eyed the other woman. The question was far from unpredictable, as everyone always asked it eventually. Isabella was slightly surprised to hear that Tlantli was one of the founders of the Thistle Kingdom. That explained why she was so knowledgeable about it. She would be a good companion to have, especially considering their ideologies seemed fairly similar. If not, at least they were both courteous about it. "I met Sirius east of here. I was heading to Halifax to see if it was inhabited." Shaking her head, locks bobbing, Isabella continued, "But he told the truth. It was as dead as can be." It was such a loss. "He also gave me an idea of this place, and I thought it was worth my while to take his offer." That was only half the truth, but truth nonetheless. Tlantli had gotten her answer concisely and nothing in the gypsy woman's face betrayed the fact she had spoken the truth only partially.

Tlantli Kimaris · 02-21-2012, 08:02 AM

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Well MAYBE it'd stop hurting if you stopped putting so much PENIS there, GEN. i mean, jeez. |: |: |: |: loljk, ILU and it is difficult for me to resist the peen, too, for I am a huge skank. 8D 8D

Tlantli is by Alaine!

The flaxen coyote stiffened as the woman spoke of her reasoning for attending Salsola. A thin smile appeared on her lips, and she nodded. It was best to speak of Halifax alone and avoid mentioning their Boss altogether. Tlantli had not missed the woman's address, however, and she pondered a moment over letting this pass without comment. She decided it was best for Isabella's sake to speak up, and it was at no personal cost to Tlantli -- perhaps it might even gain her an ally. Be careful with his name -- he may grow surly if you speak it in public, she advised, uncertain of whether her fellow Salsolian was aware of such a strange policy. Once, Tlantli had been permitted to address him by name.

Halifax is dead, yes -- but there, Luperci may pluck the fallen fruits of humans, too, she said, her grin growing wider with the passing of the awkward subject. Tlantli did not know how good a job she'd done in disguising her discomfort with the Boss -- perhaps her stiffening and commentary bespoke her dislike of that particular subject, but then again, perhaps not. It was not hatred or dislike which drove her to this, but truly, discomfort -- thinking of him made her think of that bloody night and day and the pain of their children passing, unwelcome and brief, out of her body. It is good you sought this place. We need strength.

Isabella Heiwa · 02-21-2012, 04:13 PM

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God, tell that to my bf! No, jk, I haven't seen him since January :CCCCCCCC

Tlantli stiffened at the name she gave, and Isabella took a small note of it. For whatever reason, she did not care for the man or there was something of fear of him. Which, the gypsy did not know and felt it was best not to ask. That man seemed like he could have that effect on people, and it felt as though he could make enemies quickly if he so desired. But whatever happened between him and this woman was not information she was privy to. Not that she even wanted to know. She did not ask the man for his thoughts and nor did she pry for information. If he told her, he did, if he didn't, then she was out of luck. It was the safest route, she figured, especially when he was so dangerous an individual. Letting her smile curl slightly, Isabella bowed her head to the other woman. "I will definitely keep that in mind from now on." It was, perhaps, the wisest thing to do.

Isabella nodded, figuring as much as Tlantli had said. But there was something wrong about a city only for taking spoils. It felt like violating the dead, since no one lived there full time anymore. It was hard to explain, but the ominous feelings had overwhelmed the gypsy. "Perhaps, though I'm afraid something about that city feels more akin to a graveyard." She gave a shrug, then let herself return the other woman's look. "I am glad to have found other strong women with whom to converse. I was beginning to be afraid they were a rare bunch."

Tlantli Kimaris · 02-22-2012, 04:22 AM

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<3 ;__; GIT YO MAN

Tlantli had never enjoyed an opportunity to rob the graves of Luperci, but it was unlikely she'd hold them with any reverence. The dead were dead, and they had no use of their material possessions. Their essence had moved on to some other place, leaving behind only rotting skin and bones that would crumble to dust with the passing of time. Nevertheless, their fantastical buildings and creations bespoke greatness, though whether it had been realized while they still breathed, Tlantli could not say.

Yes -- it is a place of death, she agreed, nodding her head solemnly. But, too -- if all their magics are forgotten, they lived and died for nothing, the woman pointed out. She was not one particularly inclined to harvest human technologies for her own benefit -- Tlantli was a creature of instinct and rigidity. Set in her ways, she had adopted only a scant few behaviors when compared to some of her fellow Luperci. Despite her feral preferences, however, she was not one to disregard the usefulness of some human inventions.

Salsola is a rarity, she agreed, rolling a shoulder. She was glad the subject of Sirius had passed them, but now it lurked on the outskirts of her mind, threatening to burst back into her conscious thoughts at any moment. Would you speak of where you came from? The woman's inquiry was politely phrased and soft-spoken, pleasant enough so the other might refuse graciously, if the subject disinterested or discomforted her. Tlantli knew how to tread lightly when necessary, though she tended toward boldness before discretion.

Tlantli is by Kitty!

Isabella Heiwa · 03-04-2012, 05:19 PM

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I want to play assasssiinnnsss creeeed.

Isabella glanced away, then back again at the woman. "There were so many of them. They can't all have died with magic to pass on." Their towns and cities were huge, they had to house thousands and thousands of humans at their apex. But they were all dead now, and no one had seen them since the rise of the canines. "So many died for nothing. Perhaps on a whole, they have left us tools for our lives, but they remain anonymous in the face of time." There were plenty of names that popped from history, from the books that educated canines read. But there were so few names that all knew of. But what did that say of their own lives, short as they were? Best not to think of the implications.

The topic changed, and Isabella let it. It was not her place to discuss that man, nor was she about to share any information she had gleaned from him. "I come from further west." She had not been south of the old Canadian border, though she had always stayed in cities. "I lived first in Toronto, then Montreal." The first was her birth home, and it was home to her mother, brothers, half-siblings, and step-father. Her father's grave lay there too, though she had no reason to return to her old home. She did not relish returning to Visionary, who was sure to abuse her as he had before her departure and theft. "Montreal was a vision at times, full of canines. Perhaps not in the density the humans had, but they were there. Toronto is full of gangs and warring packs. Dangerous place but also a great one to find work." Waving her hand slightly, Isabella returned the question to Tlantli, "And where do you come from, madame?" Her French lilt entered the last word, tinging it with the language's caressing reminder.

Tlantli Kimaris · 03-05-2012, 05:26 PM

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Tlantli is by Alaine!

The tawny woman inclined her head, nodding her agreement slowly. This was true -- there were many Luperci who were magic-dead and spirit-blind. She herself had even been the same, for a while. Since then, however, the wool had fallen from her eyes, and the flaxen coyote knew her truer purpose now. It was not in magic, Salsola, or this false family -- her own heritage was of the utmost importance. Thankfully, Tlantli was not single-minded in her purpose, and she was capable of seeing beyond and to the sides of her eventual goal. It would not be the end of her -- already, she had delayed departure due to wintry conditions. The flaxen coyote could wait years, even -- but she wanted to return as soon as possible, before her brothers and sister died and left no one of the Kimaris name within Eterne.

As her mottled companion continued, thankfully, on the subject Tlantli preferred, the tawny coyote listened, recognizing none of the names. Isabella's profluent speech captivated Tlantli -- it was not so much her words, but the accent they bore. The hybrid was rather surprised to learn, however, that Isabella had come from this side of the world. Most of the strange accents she heard within Salsola came from over the sea -- it would seem Isabella's homeland was far closer. Her mottled companion asked a question in turn, and Tlantli smiled, just the tips of her razor-sharp teeth showing against the dark of her lips.

Eterne, she responded, inhaling sharply with the taste of this name on her tongue. A vision, just like your Montreal, but tucked away in the desert. In truth, Eterne was not in the desert itself -- their coastal valley was a region of dense semi-tropical forest, and the surrounding plateaus were the truly desert-like terrain. Still, Tlantli herself had crossed the flat yellow land with her brothers on her journey north. The pale yellow woman considered, and offered more. Eterne is a good place, but... led away from truth, she said, considering her words carefully. False priests, false books, you know? she said, trying to figure out just how to say what she was thinking. Their thought is truth, but their hands make it bad, she said, gesturing at first by pointing to her skull, then offering both palms up in an emptied gesture.

Isabella Heiwa · 03-10-2012, 03:17 PM

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Isabella listened with visible interest. A desert? She knew of them but had not encountered a single one. The only thing she could have thought a desert would be the plains devoid of trees and coated with copious amounts of snow and ice. But Tlantli's desert had to be the other kind, of sand and sun. That would explain the color of the other woman's pelt as well as her evident coyote heritage. Wanting to interject with a question, Isabella silenced her questions and let her mind clear of them; it would be rude to interrupt.

But she had to ask, especially when Tlantli spoke of the bad priests. She had a faint inkling of what the other woman meant, though the full extent of the meaning evaded her. "I feel as though I understand, though I cannot say I have ever encountered something like that," she admitted, carefully toning her words to give the illusion of her lacking concern for not fully understanding. "There were few if any religious preachers where I come from. Perhaps there were, but I preferred to keep away from them and practice what I was taught at a young age." Because her morals were looser than most, Isabella always found herself offering prayers to the Mother and lighting the occasional incense for her. It was hard here but the Mother always offered solace to those seeking it.

But something had sent this woman from her home to this colder place. The priests in that place most have been so against Tlantli's grain that she would leave. Or perhaps she was simply missing an entirely different aspect of the culture unbeknownst to her. "What did they do wrong in Eterne that you find yourself here?" inquired the dark woman, slightly raising a hand palm up in question.

Tlantli Kimaris · 03-11-2012, 06:57 AM

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Tlantli is by Alaine!

Tlantli had not been isolated from religion as her brothers had been. Even in their isolation, Miqui and Imacai had absorbed bits and pieces of the Atototzli religion from Tlantli, who had adopted her own bastardized form of it. She did not adhere to the books, she did not respect the priests, and she would be her family's salvation from such falsehood. Her practices were purer, stripped of all the pomp and show of the Xochitl and Mamexi.

The tawny woman's smile was faint, but her answer was genuine. My uncle -- half-brother, really, but more my uncle -- was a false priest. He value his priest-status more than family, and he was a danger to my siblings and me. When she was young, Baphomet was a danger, certainly -- now Tlantli did not think so. My father -- again, half-brother -- sent me and my brothers away to keep us safe from him. Baphomet stood for the extinguishing of the Kimaris line, Tlantli was sure of this. Mete had not seemed certain what his brother's end was, but the flaxen-haired woman had spent long nights ruminating over this. Whether it was truly his intent or not, this was what he stood for, and this made him her nemesis. Danger, indeed -- perhaps Mete had understood, in a way, and he'd sent her off to grow and become strong.

My father think he would have made priests of my brothers and a slave of me, she offered. He had done just that for Xochime, but the tawny hybrid would not reveal her sister's secret without good cause. The woman squared her shoulders, huffing a sigh. The madness false belief can bring, she said, though this was uttered in a flippant rather than morose or mourning tone. The hybrid's mouth twisted into a smile and she nodded her head toward her companion. You know something like this thing?

Isabella Heiwa · 04-01-2012, 05:51 PM

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would you like to wrap this up soon? c:

Isabella listened in silence, her counsel not needed for this situation. It was cut and dry. Regardless, it was a terribly fascinating thing. Tlantli's family situation was definitely not one she had ever heard of before, but she was not a part of a typical family unit after her father's death. But she was one to know the wiles of a man who thought he knew better than all. Yet, despite Solitaire's legacy, she had learned to defend herself and learned to arm herself against such men. Perhaps Tlantli had learned to protect herself and her beliefs against a man who's values would end her life. Certainly seemed that way as Tlantli was alive.

However, at her question, Isabella only smiled back and shook her head lightly. "I do not think I do. My home was not one of priests. Believers, yes, but not as you say. We prayed in our way, lit candles to the Mother, and that was that. We could believe what we wanted of it. My brother's view of the Mother was different than mine. They saw her as the raw fury of nature. But they were warriors, that's what they did," she said absently, wondering if her siblings still lived, even her half-siblings. But they, those half-blooded ones, probably were corrupted by that man. Mother had shown her weakness, and that was why Isabella had the family Tarot deck and not her. "My mother's second mate did not believe, and I'm sure he is corrupting my half-siblings with his ignorance and manipulating my mother's naivety."

Tlantli Kimaris · 04-02-2012, 06:23 AM

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Sure ♥ Can end here or post once more on your end or either which way! Could just OOC assume they rambled a bit at one another about Salsola or something and parted ways, OOC cap? IDGAFWHATEVS. O___O

Tlantli is by Nat!

The wheat-furred woman listened with growing interest and eagerness as Isabella spoke of her homeland as one of simple belief. She found herself nodding along, thinking it was appropriate each found their own belief from this Mother-goddess. Perhaps this was the sun, in Isabella's beliefs, or the earth, or simply an entity that stood for all. In the Kimaris woman's faith, sol reigned supreme, and she was therefore dedicated to him. What the woman spoke next, caused Tlantli's muzzle to wrinkle into a deep scowl, and her large ears folded back into her short hair.

Non-believers are a worse poison than even those who have twisted ways, she affirmed, shaking her head. Her ruby-colored eyes were slitted and her countenance seemed entirely snake-like, all bloody red gaze and sharpened teeth. I am sorry for your family and mine. At least we have a new one, Tlantli offered, a faint smile finally dawning across her tapered snout at this last. She knew she would be sorry to leave this one behind -- there was truth and perhaps true friendship lurking somewhere in this one. A shame to leave either thing behind, but the flaxen coyote had her calling and purpose, and she could not abandon it.

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