Graval in wounds

Twilight Hallow · 08-23-2011, 04:35 AM

She'd been quite busy as of late, making sure the ruins were up to par for the wolves that lived there. it was hard work and she'd kept herself busy. She was proud to say she was doing a good enough job, at least she hadn't gotten a beating yet, which was good in her case. She was scouring Bastion's home, making sure it was spotless, and her water was starting to get dirty, so she found herself heading out to get more. Dumping whateve she had just outside so the bucket wouldn't be too heavy as she was getting more. She was in her usual slumped subserviant posture, stating she was a slave, though she was humming to herself today as it was a good day, since shehad gotten so much done already. Finding a clean source of water she began dumping her bucket in, her voice soft, and low so only those who were really close could hear her. She'd learned at an early age to keep her mouth shut and not to be heard. Her brother had taught her, she was nothing but a slave, a nobody. She wasn't even that. She was just there to do his bidding, and that's the way it had to be.

Xochime Kimaris · 09-01-2011, 12:58 AM

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387(+3) :: Sorry for the long wait! here's my post XD

If anybody who wasn't the Auxiliary would've heard about it, they would've laughed at the fact that Xochime, the delicate flower, the shy girl, was training her fighting abilities. The worn out stone knife was held tightly between her fingers as she directed a blow into the air, an imaginary enemy falling at her feet with its face torn into scarlet shreds. The coyote's ruby orbs looked at the invisible corpse with satisfaction as she turned around. It was enough training for today. She should be at the ruins by now. Maybe she would even try to hunt something for her sister to eat. To be part of the highest ranks wasn't an easy task, and the lean girl had learned that it was better to be in good terms with the Crone if she did not wish to be screamed at by her.

Her tawny figure had already started to flow through the folliage, an invisible shadow, when the smell of water filled her nostrills. The smell made her brain command her feet to move towards the source, a natural response taking in mind that the girl had been doing some heavy exercise. But it didn't look like she had been the only one craving for water. As she reached a small pool of water, she noticed another presence. Quickly, she took off her nose ring and hid it inside her fist, in case that she met someone like that Bastion guy. She did not wish to be held like that again.

She approached the scene a secure pace, trying to avoid the looks of a slave as much as she could, but what wouldn't be her surprise when she noticed a golden jewel outstandng from the woman's monotonous pelt. A slave. She was scooping the preciated liquid from the pond with a bowl, probably to take it to another member.

A normal salsolian would've ignored the inferior being and walked past it as if it was invisible, but not Xochime. Instead, she allowed her eyes travel hook to girl's body as she kneeled beside the water, not very far from the grayish creature, and scooped it to her mouth with her free hand. Some of the liquid stained her beautiful pelt, but she paid no attention to it. She found the inferior creature more interesting.

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