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Borgata Tocatl
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These were indeed quiet lands, and he found himself loving the tranquillity that possessed the claimed land of thorns. All there was to hear was the sound of air moving through the grass and the fair sound of a chuckling, miniature stream just beyond the field of wild flowers leading down to the area where the horses often were found grassing. Perhaps the earth child had granted him the ability to appreciate the simple joys of life. There was little he could do with a slowly mending injury to the collar bone, and whenever an impulse arrived, he followed gladly. The sun offered only shy glimpses in-between white puffs of clouds today, but the temperature was lovely. And weather without rain was good weather.

The blonde’s left arm deserved rest for the fracture to heal properly, but while he tried not to use it, both hands worked on the crown of flowers slowly being born from a variety of summer flowers and elegant, nimble fingers. Dark blonde locks partly disguised his face as he leaned forward, sitting by himself in the sea of tall grass and fresh shades of life. Sunset orbs did not once move from the project in his hands, though his mind was far away, for there existed a princess somewhere in this world that was in need of a crown of flowers.


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Wheeeeeee I’m excited!

Magnolia still wasn’t sure if she should have come to this land. She missed her father, even Amaranth, and she missed the few friends she had left in Dahlia. Magnolia was nobody here; back in the kingdom, she was the daughter of the King’s right hand man. She liked feeling important, and her lack of knowledge about the area and people here kept her up at night. She was still worried of an attack, she was worried of being hurt. Larkspur promised nothing would happen to her, yet she was still anxious.

The girl followed the usual path she took daily; the changing scenery going north from the ruins fascinated the girl. As she walked, the two silver chains on her neck made a slight tinkling noise as they touched in time with her walk. Magnolia had forgotten her veil today, and she felt like she was missing a part of herself because of that. She rarely left home without her lovely accessories. The tattered thing was almost at the end of its life, but she still loved it dearly, holes and all.

The land of thistle was an unforgiving one, but she still saw beautiful in the mangled and hardy plants that survived here. The contrast between the Kingdom’s shoreline and this one was shocking. It was something Magnolia would have to get used to. Magnolia kept walking with no destination in mind when a whiff of someone vaguely familiar crossed Magnolia’s nose. Intrigued, the young woman followed it, her sleek body silent as she moved through the trees and grass. A man she recognized from the dinner appeared before her, partly obscured by the plants. He seemed deep in thought and the woman was about to turn around when she noticed he was making something. She mentally battled with herself about whether she should disturb his peace or not. In the end, the foolish woman went with being social. “What are you making?” Magnolia called from a few meters away, too shy to confront the blonde figure directly.

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Perhaps he came off as arrogant, but the man had never been troubled by the opinion of others. Especially not this girl. Eyes did not rise until her voice rose to draw his focus away from the sad piece of art in his pale hands. He had seen her face more than once, but they had never spoken. He rarely spoke unless he had a reason to. There was no mentioning of his injuries, and he was content. Bruises and cuts were hidden behind thick, golden fur. Her eyes belonged to spring and far away seas, but he was not easily swayed by beautiful shades alone. Was she of a rank even to address him? He found peace here, but there were too many rules that he cared nothing about.

It would be unkind to reject this shy female instantly. While the idea didn’t make him cringe, exactly, he knew he would survive her presence for a moment or two. After all, she was a part of this strange pack and learning something about her would no doubt prove useful later. The work in progress remained in his hands, for if she had not recognized it for what it was already, he figured she was not likely to learn more if it was placed in her hands. Young warriors born by sin were not supposed to be able to touch beautiful things, but no rules could restrict the flawed Prince with the empty eyes.

”Do you believe in fairy tales?” Sometimes, and only sometimes, he thought he did. Sunset eyes returned to the unfinished belt of flowers, not yet worthy to sit on any royal head. ”A girl cannot be a princess without a crown,” he added, slightly shaking his head, slowly, as if the thought alone was something unbearable as well as impossible.


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This stranger (now her packmate, she had to get used to that) was quite odd looking. She saw a certain kind of darkness in his scarlet eyes. Magnolia was momentarily frightened by his beaten up appearance; she wondered if he deserved the marks he received. They didn’t seem to pain him, though, which intrigued the girl. The blonde male seemed the soft spoken type.

He mentioned fairytales, princesses, and crowns which made the Associate smile. The ring of flowers he was creating was sad looking, incomplete and sparse. Maggie inched closer, awkwardly standing to the right of him, looking down at the blonde warrior below her. “I do,” Magnolia said contentedly, in a good mood despite her shyness. “Is there a certain princess you’re making this for?” Magnolia gave her packmate another smile, determined to win him over.

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Itachi was not a true dreamer, but sometimes thoughts could escape and evolve beyond his control. His cage was empty and his days were quiet without the melodic sound of songbirds. He could feel her move closer despite the fact that there was too much of a distance for their skin to meet. Was it right for a lower ranked member to tower above him in such a way? He had to lift his muzzle and gaze up at her now if he wanted to gaze into soft jade. She believed in such foolish stories, she confessed. ”Sit with me,” he invited, unwilling to obtain a sore neck if a few words exchanged would evolve into a conversation. Perhaps he should have chosen different words, but he doubted he would truly suffer in her company. Perhaps she would suffer in his though, some found him quite strange.

No smile rose to match the young female’s smile. He did not intend to be rude, but his face was not a place where joy and sadness were allowed to linger. There was nothing for her to read from his features. Perhaps there existed a certain princess that lacked her headwear. ”Perhaps,” Eyes with the colour of freshly drawn blood returned to the object in his hands. ”But she doesn’t know what she is yet.” For how could she know without her crown?


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Last post before I poof for 2 days or so :x

Magnolia’s heart stopped beating erratically in its cage when she was beckoned to the grassy ground to sit. Her nerves had been working overtime since she joined this place, and she was grateful for the break this blonde gave her. He was indeed a daunting and unapproachable beast, but Magnolia did manage to quell the shaking in her body. He wasn’t going to hurt her, at least. And she had succeeded in not being shooed away. Out of respect, she lowered her gaze and nodded in thanks humbly.

The quiet male spoke of a girl that deserved the crown he was fashioning. The silver girl sat on her knees across from the peculiar male in a way to seem interested in his activity. She wondered why he was so quiet and deep and thought, and guessed it had to do with the girl he was making the flower crown for. “Does she live here?” Magnolia asked quietly. Perhaps the crown was for Eris; but then again, she already knew she was a queen.

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He was content to notice her take to his invitation and sit down on the soft, grassy ground. Pale fingers started to move again, though in a slower pace than previously, for divided focus demanded that he be more careful and throughout now. Gray claws carefully handled the vibrant yellow daffodil, one of the last of its kind that had not already prepared its seed to fly along breeze’s touch. But there were other beauties that deserved to wither on top of a girl’s lovely locks. There seemed to exist the ghost of a smile on his face for the shortest moment as she asked for the princess’ whereabouts.

Slowly, the banished prince of Inferni shook his head. ”You ask the wrong question,” he said, brushing the soft faces of flora’s captured life. He turned his face to peer at her. ”Which flowers do you like?” he wondered if this girl knew his name. They were not that far apart in age, were they? When had she come to these lands? He knew that she had not been there at the very start. Why would she come here on her own without own company? So many questions, but he didn’t voice any of them. He only wanted to know which bright faces in the grass she adored the most.


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JK I just really like this thread and got some extra time. Now no more posts for a few days ;;

Magnolia watched as the male braided the strands of the flowers together, and let silence fall between the pair for a few moments. Her mind wandered for a few minutes, lingering on the question of the flowers. She hesitated to answer his question. Her sisters were named after flowers, but Magnolia was the only one named after a tree. She debated telling this to the pale stranger in front of her, but wasn’t sure if he’d care enough.

“Well, I like Irises, orchids, poppies and foxgloves,” Magnolia said slowly, remembering all of her sisters. They were all gone now, and the girl’s heart sank for a moment. She missed Poppy and Foxglove dearly… would she ever see her blonde sister again, the girl that looked so much like the wolf before her? “But I like Magnolia’s best. Their flowers are so pretty, even if they don’t last very long,” With that comment, the young woman let a smirk slide onto her graceful jaw.

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His patience would live on forever, and the minutes were comfortable waves of silent breaths. Small needles of pain travelled through the injured side of the collarbone, but he let nothing disturb his demeanour. Eventually there were names, names of flowers considered more royal than the rest. What had happened with the simple daisy’s worth? But he said nothing; would not assume he knew anything about her through her choice of preferred flora. ”I knew a Magnolia tree once,” It was a good choice, and its flowers lived a short and fleeting life. But he hadn’t appreciated it back then, and it was unlikely that he would get a chance to see it again. It had its roots dug deep into Inferni soil. Perhaps it made them more special. Perhaps, perhaps. He was not a child of the Earth Mother. He was an outcast, and the flowers in his lap should twitch and wither from his touch.

Why did the silvery girl with the green eyes smile? Blushing eyes watched the gentle line on her lips for just a moment before they wandered away, rising up to search for her chosen favourites in the flower field. ”This crown is missing something,” he mused, though unwilling to rise from his seat now when there was someone present to see his injury if he moved too much. There was no such thing as a perfect flower, and therefore this object in his hands wouldn’t be either. But one didn’t always have to settle for what was perfect.


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The boy before her was troubled, his mind in another galaxy. He wasn’t thinking about her, or the fact that she was blatantly breaking Salsola rules by talking to him the way she did. It didn’t bother her much, but she was curious as to why the young man was already so lost and caught up with something in his mind. Magnolia wished him well, but pitied him at the same time. She pitied the boy that remained nameless. She wondered if he would even tell her his name, or if she’d have to discover his identity through someone else.

“Well you know two magnolias now,” the girl smiled, trying to be cute. Of course, Magnolia’s first response to the sullen man was to shower him with her sickly sweet side. Magnolia had been nothing but a spoiled pup around Undertaker, and that worked on him. The silver wolf realized a different approach would be needed to win over this fellow, so she decided flirtation and kindness was the way to go.

The man commented on his lacking crown, and Magnolia took that cue. “Can I get you some more flowers? Maybe some wildflowers to brighten it up?” She really was trying to help him. She could see the bruises and injuries, and wouldn’t want the man to move and be pained. Magnolia would help the blonde to finish his crown for his princess, even if she wasn’t the girl meant to wear it.

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He found it ridiculous how fragile the petite flora in his hands were. Grey claws gently traced the soft, sweet smelling faces while he thought of how easy it would be to crush them in his pale hands. But they suffered differently from creatures of flesh. A flower couldn’t speak; couldn’t scream when its stem was broken off to become part of a short lived masterpiece. These bright, healthy colours in his lap were already dying. Deep reds focused then, shifting to the face known as Magnolia. All the strange names parents would give to their children. She was nothing like the majestic tree he had gazed up on as a young pup, but for one of her species, her features were beyond pleasant.

He offered no name to her, for she had done nothing to deserve it. But she caught the hint intertwined with his previous words, and he was pleased at how quickly she had responded to it. And how well. ”How considerate of you,” the Family member complimented along with a modest nod, invisible smile detectable in the slight softness of his tones. Dear Magnolia would carry the choice of which flowers to further enhance the unfinished crown of flowers. The man closed his eyes, felt the dull ache of healing bone. It was too easy to gather enemies. He had to be more careful in the future.


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Sorry for the wait, I suck. And lulz, magz prancing 8D
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Magnolia had slowly started to realize that every Family member was meant to be served by her until she was welcomed into the family. This blonde stranger was no different. Maggie was quick to serve and was willing to do just about anything for this stranger. She knew he was pained, and so the young girl sympathized with his injuries and was willing to find the most perfect flowers to complete his crown. She wanted to know more about him, she definitely wanted to know why he was hurt, but Magnolia ignored her prying thoughts that were firing through her mind and focused on the task at hand.

“I’ll be back in a second,” the Associate said delicately, intent on using all her energy to find the flowers. Magnolia stood up, black-tipped tail wagging in excitement. She walked slowly away from her companion, nose and eyes alert to the objects she so desperately wanted to find. Magnolia kept walking until she realized the blonde man was nearly out of sight. He isn’t going anywhere Magnolia mused as she looked back at him, and kept on her journey looking for flowers.

Before too long, a patch of multi-colored plants appeared before her. Grinning, the girl picked the most beautiful of the bunch. Most of them were yellow and white, colors she thought the man would like. It probably would be better for the young woman to bring back too many than too little, so Maggie kept on searching, picking various wildflowers around in the area that she found. Soon enough, her optime hand was packed with a rainbow of flowers for her companion.

Happy that she completed her task, the mohawked woman walked airily back to the Protégé with a jump in her step. The girl was content and quite glad she met this man despite his coldness. Luckily her pack member was still seated where she left him. Magnolia walked over to him quietly, bending down in front of him with her palm full of flowers outstretched.

“I hope these are okay,” Magnolia offered him a genuine smile, her naiveté and innocence clearly visible on her beautiful face.

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More than one second ticked past as the silvery creature swam through the green sea flecked with summer’s glory. Red eyes did not rise to trace her as she moved, for he knew she would return, eventually. Slowly, one claw soundlessly rasped across the pitifully fragile face of a late sprung dandelion. Soft, yellow particles clung to his finger as he turned it, and he continued to ponder at the frailty of beauty. Dandelions did not last forever, yet they were one of many cherished symbols of flora’s beauty. The silvery bluebell with its downcast head would eventually be crushed by the poisonous thorns of the wild roses by the salty shores to the northwest.

At the young girl’s return, scarlet hues lifted to observe the carefree movement. The sea of flora rustled softly as she paced through its rich, dry waters. The maiden’s hands reached out before him, hidden behind a most wealthy bouquet of flowers. The male was content with the results she had come with, and let his light brown maw bob once in appreciative response. He did not return her sunlight smile, however, for there was no desire within him to do so. ”You have done well,” he said as he took the flowers from her and placed them on the ground, gently.

He had noted the blissful signs of ignorance in her face though, and it made him wonder. Such creatures did not belong in a sinful place such as this. Effective fingers resumed their work now when they had been granted fresh materials. The colours the girl had brought in added colourful harmony to the flower crown. ”A girl like you should be careful,” quiet tones suggested after some time, wishing no harm to come to the girl. Any normal canine would survive this place if they took care to follow instinct and adjusted to Salsola’s rules, but it would not automatically grant happiness. Itachi believed in the existence of souls, and hers seemed unfit to live in a pack where there was none. Vividly shaded eyes lifted to the female's face, interested to see if she understood what he spoke of.


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I don’t think I’ve ever let a thread this long… I’m sorry libri D: Maybe one or two more rounds and we’ll call it a day?

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The content girl watched her companion stitch the flowers together, and she pulled up clumps of grass and dirt from the ground as she observed him. She was still a pup with puppy tendencies, and her restlessness was something she’d probably never get rid of. She didn’t want to be disrespectful, so she just smiled as he complimented her, adding a quiet Thank you and continued to look at his project. It was so beautiful and Maggie continued to wonder who it was for.

The blonde male made a statement that made the Associate perk up in curiosity, jade eyes narrowing in confusion. A girl like you should be careful. It seemed almost like a threat. Maggie wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He was certainly very confusing and odd, but Magnolia just chalked up the sentence to his bizarre personality. Still, she was curious. What do you mean? she asked innocently. She really had no idea what she got into, and maybe this was a higher ranked members way of telling her to leave. Or something. She really had no idea.

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I'm slow too, and I thought we could just end it here if that's okay? 8D
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He cared little for the small things she occupied herself with as she remained in his presence. It was rare for others to seek him out, and rarer for their presence to linger for a longer period of time. His nature didn’t invite to interaction and he was well aware of this. It was as it should be, for he wasn’t meant to be the centre of attention. Sunset eyes saw only the richness of coloured flowers in his lap, and the face of the girl that deserved to wear this nature’s crown. Did she even live? Months had passed and their paths had not crossed again.

Eyes only rose from the flowers once to investigate the change in her face as she reacted to his warning. Confusion, was it? Had she not yet realized the monsters she lived amongst. Or perhaps he was just terrible at reading others. Itachi guessed he should suspect the latter. But, in some ways he thought she seemed a little like a songbird he once had known, dressed in silver. Innocently, she asked what he meant. Innocently. It made his thoughts sharpen again.

If she didn’t understand, then she didn’t understand. So very simple. She’d watched as the slave had lost his tongue in a spray of blood. If she didn’t see something wrong with her hoe, then perhaps she belonged here regardless of her soft seeming nature. ”Nothing,” he replied, taking his eyes off her as he watched the finished work resting in his hands. This unbranded Lykoi didn’t believe in such a thing as innocence anyway. Demons existed everywhere. He should know.

Elegantly, he rose from his seated position, and there was a pleasant pain in his legs as muscles got to stretch and the blood circulation could run more freely. He took a step closer to the girl and gently planted the floral crown on top of her head, noting with vague satisfaction that it fitted her head well enough. His princess wasn’t here, and for all he knew, she never would be. He hoped not. ”Take care, Magnolia,” he said, allowing these words to be what parted them. There was still much to see before shadows grew long and swallowed the day.


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