get it on the floor, bring out the fire

Salvia Eternity · 09-26-2011, 11:21 AM

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Private. Pick any area you want!

The makeup of Salvia was one of both heredity and community. She was naturally talented; she could hunt extremely well, she spoke several languages, and she was gifted with an unusual pelt that accented her beauty. However, she was given an insatiable will to dominate—it was displayed in her everyday interactions, in the way she behaved around strangers. Salsola had warped her into a beast that carried within her a tiger of wrath. Though she had not informed anyone of what she had done, it did not surprise her to recall attacking (even, attempting to kill) her sister. It was a shame the girl still lived.

A body now showing the hard-work of days of hunting and fighting training was poised in a combat stance. Her hands were hooked into talons, claws extended. She shadow-boxed, striking at the air. Blonde-brown hair broke free of the leather thong holding it, but she did not slow. To get through her practice was far more important. After several more faux strikes, she composed herself with a languid stretch. Arms high, her body put on display the curves of a girl not yet a woman. She would gain her mother’s curves though not her build, for Salvia was taller and while heavy, her weight came from compact muscle. There was no doubt she was a force to be reckoned with.

Ataxia D'Angelo · 09-26-2011, 12:47 PM

IS THIS FOR ME!? I hope so because otherwise I feel like a jerk for stealing someone else's P thread... so let me know if I am wrong and I will get this beleted! How does Borgata Coatl sound? Since it looks like you need it for the Game and it would be within a child's walking distance... mayyybeee.

And I just realized Salvia and Ataxia have similar traits and I DIDN'T EVEN MEAN TO DO THAT. >_>

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Ataxia was not aware of how closely she matched her elder sister in her primal drive to be dominant. As she was the forceful pup of her litter, Salvia would be the forceful cub of her own. It was yet to be seen whether Ataxia would turn it more akin to her sister or if she would take a different path. There was an undeniable similarity between them, though, a keenness to the eyes perhaps or something in the way they moved. Clearly, the younger girl's movements were restricted by her age and the embodiment of her personality was different... but it would be interesting to see how the D'Angelo would someday rank beside her sister.

Ataxia was not thinking on any of this when she saw her sister shadow boxing. Her bright blue eyes - already making a slow transition to gold - focused intensely upon the lighter female. She remained very still in the darkness, her sharp gaze trailing the motions of her sibling with undeniable interest. Out here in the middle of nowhere, she felt more vulnerable than she did back home. Though she hid within the shadows of a copse of trees while she watched, she knew that there were threats out here. Especially since her sister had gone missing, presumed dead. The younger Larkspur-Eris child flared her nostrils briefly and shifted her feet. Eager to see what else Salvia had in store for the air that she was so brutally beating.

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Salvia Eternity · 09-26-2011, 02:24 PM

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Lol it was for Alaine but no worries! I don't want to make you delete a post. Smile

Salvia was not aware of any of the traits she shared with her sisters. By large, this was due to her desire to have nothing to do with them. In her mind, as was the way of predatory things, the new children were a threat to her established pattern. Even Pandemic, who far outweighed her and stood more than a head taller, took heed to follow his sister. She was a woman with a strong personality, not unlike her mother. Yet it was Sirius who had taught her; subconsciously, she had picked up his patterns and used them on others. Slaves, mostly, but her cousin as well.

Keen ears caught the sound of the pup above her own heavy (though hardly worn) breathing. Irritated to be spied upon, she frowned and narrowed her eyes. They were brilliantly colored, like her mother, but darker and far more feral. Intellegence made her a beast of knowledge. She was far to wise to be classified as a savage.

"Come out," she ordered, husky voice sharp.

Ataxia D'Angelo · 09-26-2011, 02:37 PM

DANGIT. I knew I should have PMed you and asked. *idiot* Hopefully Alaine won't hate me! >_>

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Ataxia didn't know much about being caught when she was hiding. It hadn't become a habit to spy on strangers, after all. She had just been drawn in and intrigued by the movements of the older female. They might as well have been strangers for all that the dark girl knew of her sister. Though Eris had made mention of her older siblings, this one did not remind her at all of her mother or her father. The motions were brutal, vicious, and full of an energy that was what had drawn her to watch in the first place. Until, that was, the motions had subsided. It seemed as if tension filled the air, then, when toxic green eyes looked around. Something had shifted, she knew she was not alone. Eventually that same gaze locked on the location of the small dark shadow amid other shadows; Ataxia had been found out.

The sharp voice made her flinch. She was not accustomed to unfriendliness and her body instinctively twitched with the desire to leave. With a little forced growl at herself, she instead stepped forward into the light. Blue eyes that were turning gold looked upward at the jawline of the Optime female. There was still distance between them. Not that it would do much good if Salvia decided to attack Ataxia, because the girl was small and she was not as fast as an adult in any form. Though she might be able to duck in somewhere safe. Regardless, she had no concerns at all. She was a princess of Salsola, blessed and protected by Boss and Auxiliary. No harm would come to her while she stayed within the hallowed borders of their Family. The child did not speak, she merely stood. Awaiting whatever demand would come next from the shadow boxer.

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Salvia Eternity · 09-26-2011, 03:39 PM

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I'm sure it isn't a problem! I can start her another one after this. Smile

It was with disdain that Salvia regarded the dark, squirming form. They were kin, sisters, and the instinctive knowledge that the newer generation could be a threat lingered. They would lack the surplus meat that made Pandemic and Salvia so strong. They would grow in Salsola as its first litter, but not the favored. Salvia knew her role in the pack and knew her bonds with those in power were solid and safe, even from a child. She watched her sister as a hunting cat sized its prey; and Salvia certainly knew how cats behaved.

Yet the girl was unafraid and Salvia was sure of why. No one would touch the children of the Auxilary and the massive Arbiter. One man had tried to kill her, and her father and rended him asunder. So she knew better than to harm the girl, but in the back of her mind, the instinct remained. Green eyes glimmered with rancorous light. "Which one are you?" She asked, making no move to change her stance from the one which displayed her dominance clearly. While not aggressive, her shoulders were squared and back, chest high. Ears rose above her blonde hair, tail swung cat-like behind her. Her feet, large and clawed, were such that her weight remained balanced low. It was a subtle display, but one accented by her sharp voice and terrible eyes.

Ataxia D'Angelo · 09-26-2011, 04:14 PM

I was just so excited! :3

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Ataxia inhaled as if she could breathe in the fumes of Salvia's hidden fury. Instinctively, she was not trusting of this adult. It felt like prickles of lightning down her spine, warning her to leave this place and move away from this predator. Where she had not felt threatened by the predatory nature of Sirius, she felt uneasy around this lightly colored female. Though fearless because of her position and her naivety, she was not stupid. There was danger here, she was playing with fire. Still, it might not even be safer to run; then she would just look more like prey than she already did. Instinct might drive such a wolf to attack if they shifted from viewing her as a canine cub to thinking of her as a prey creature running in fear. At such a young age and so small for her age as it was, it would make her an easy target indeed.

The question mimicked one that Sirius had asked and she tipped her head to the side, assessing. Salvia radiated dominance but it was a clumsier, more forceful display than the natural motions of the Thistle King. To show that she meant no harm, she tucked her tail and lowered her body in the automatic gestures of a subservient wolf. Though she was a bold, brash, feisty thing when it came to her littermates, she was also a survivalist. There was nothing to be gained from trying to show her own forceful nature to this vicious female. It would probably cause harm to befall her. For once, the young Lykoi descendent realized that not all wolves in the pack might wish her well. "Ataxia D'Angelo." she said her whole name, because it was what she had been taught. They were interlaced together as almost one word to her. Once again, she waited for something further to happen instead of taking the initiative. After all, she was not the one in charge here. That much was clear. Her blue eyes rested on the older female's toes deferentially; waiting.

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Salvia Eternity · 09-26-2011, 04:27 PM

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She should have known. Pan knew the girls well enough, bubbling over them like a child. Salvia disliked the idea that they were her kin if only because of the threat they held. So she was forced to behave in ways that made her domineering, cruel. She had yet to develop the grace of words as her uncle knew them, though her bodu was a lithe and effortless language that spoke of rank. One day she would learn his shadow-tongue and it would make her far more powerful than her body alone could be.

Ataxia. This girl was smart. She observed Salvia, though she was careful to remain submissive and not look her in the eye. Even family could not risk such a thing in Salsola. "Who is watching you?" She asked, guessing it was not their mother. Molca had a habit of isplacing the pups, but they were the right age to begin wandering. One hand rose and pushed her hair from her face. Salvia's stance softened some, tension leaving her body. Adrenaline had a tendancy to linger, but once it settled, her natural grace returned.

Ataxia D'Angelo · 09-26-2011, 04:39 PM

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Ataxia didn't really even know she had a sister. Salvia was as much a tale to her as Sirius had been until she had met the dark Boss. Pan was familiar, because she had seen him. She liked the darkness of his fur because it reminded her of her own. She most resembled their father, though she would never grow to be just like him. Always, she would be a miniature of Larkspur. Small, dainty, but that certainly did not mean that she would be incapable of ferocity. If her youthful vigor now was any sign of what was to come, she would be a hurricane of action as she grew. Though she really had much to be shaped and formed. In time, her parents and packmates would come to teach her which things she should do more of and which she should cease. Whether or not she obeyed their teaching was another matter entirely, though she was not willfully disobedient. She merely had a mind of her own that guided her actions; sometimes, rules were made to be broken.

The next question caused her to shrug lightly. Molca had been around earlier, she thought, and probably had been watching her. If someone was still observing her, though, she was certainly not aware that they were there. Because she didn't know the rhythm of lying yet, she responded honestly. "No watch." she replied. The girl noticed the way that the other female's legs seemed to loosen, some of the tension released from within. Ataxia did not stop being respectful, though. Just because a superior wolf relaxed did not mean it was appropriate for the subordinate wolf to do the same. Gut instinct drove her to that knowledge. There was a lot about pack behavior that was innate, although not all wolves followed it through. In this way she was lucky of her parentage; she had good solid common sense engrained in her from the start.

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Salvia Eternity · 09-26-2011, 04:54 PM

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While the driving instinct was to destroy this stranger-sister, Salvia obeyed the higher rules of Salsola and of Sirius. Children, especially this first litter, would be vital to the pack and its survival. So she made a face at the mention of the child being alone, briefly revealing a set of pearly white teeth to the crisp air. Her tongue told her what her nose already knew; autumn was fast approaching. She has grown up in winter and knew it would come soon. A true child of her season, Salvia longed for the days of silence and darkness.

She smiled, though it was a Chesire lie and did not meet her eyes. "Well you shouldn't be out alone," her voice softened to a rumbling purr, though she felt no warmth for the girl. "It's not always safe for little things like you." A threat? She had seen the dangers of the world. She had hunted the young and the weak and knew while no wolf would cross their borders, other threats remained. Her father had told her of eagles snatching children from cliffs in the Khalif, and her aunt echoed these stories. If a bird could kill a child, why not a cat, or a bear, or even the wilderness and terrain itself?

Ataxia D'Angelo · 09-26-2011, 05:02 PM

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Ataxia was aware of the safety that Salsola provided. The umbrella of protection extended fully over her... it didn't mean she lost her caution about this strange wolf. She wanted to leave. There was a desire to go home, to snuggle up next to her sisters if they were home and forget about this whole experience. That childish part was overridden by something else, though. A curiosity that kept her locked where she was. As it was said, curiosity killed the cat. It could just as easily be that curiosity killed the cub in her case. Although she had made some wise decisions and even now had not put herself directly in harm's way. Though there was no doubt that Salvia could kill her easily - or something else could - the Salsolan princess was not fearful. She had not learned yet to fear.

Because she was not looking up - and would certainly never attempt to look at Salvia's eyes - she caught neither the smile nor its falsehood. Instead, she merely heard the words. A softer voice, though it didn't warm or thrill her like Sirius's did. His was syrupy sweet and generous with its pleasure, this one was soft but she still felt the thin razor's edge hidden behind it. It was so vastly different and Ataxia didn't like it. One triangular dark ear flicked quietly, as if agitated by these words. They felt strange somehow, but she couldn't place how. The concept of a threat was one unknown to her. "Home safe." she replied, looking in the direction of her mother's den. That was where she should be as it was. "Go now?" she asked, hoping that Salvia would give her permission to leave. She had inquired to avoid the possibility of inciting the larger female's anger by not asking.

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Salvia Eternity · 09-26-2011, 07:06 PM

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There was certainly something to be said for the bravery of a child, though Salvia imagined that children (as she had been a child) were often ignorant of things. She had learned quickly, from Harlowe’s madness, that the world was a dangerous place. Yet she also learned, and was reinforced in this belief, that safety lay with her family. Recently, though, a new factor had been added to her life’s equation. Betrayal. Wraith had betrayed her, and she had nearly killed the girl for this. If any of these children were to stand against them, she would do what needed done.

“I will take you,” the older woman offered, tilting her head and rolling one shoulder with a pop. “Mother has been quite busy, but I’d like to see if she’s around.” Without waiting for a response, the tall woman began her trek towards her mother’s home. Whether or not Ataxia had recognized their shared scent was indifferent to Salvia. She did wish to see her mother, but like always, she doubted the woman would be around.

Ataxia D'Angelo · 09-27-2011, 10:05 AM

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Ataxia would learn more as she grew. Things that had not transpired yet would shape her worldview. For now, it was mostly blank. She knew that the pack meant safety, that her parents and Magnolia meant care, and Sirius meant power. So far her impression of Salvia was one of raw, vicious energy. It wasn't something that she liked because it could as likely burn her as warm her. Perhaps it was leaning more toward the burning side, as the adult female had not shown the slightest inclination toward warmth. Except that bittersweet voice. Even the voice had bitten as much as it had soothed, though. There was something confusing about Salvia and Ataxia didn't understand what it was. All she knew was that she didn't trust this wolf at all; something about her was dangerous. It was why she wanted to get home to the warmth and comfort of the den.

Words came again, these ones seemed indifferent and not laced with as much poison. The girl twitched her ears at one word in particular, though. Mother? That word used in association with Eris was exclusive to her children, naturally. So this was... "Ssssalvia?" she drawled, hopping after her sister so that she wouldn't be left behind. Someone had mentioned her older sister to her before. It had likely been Pan or Eris when they were talking about who she was related to. In any case, she was surprised to find that the stranger had turned out to be someone she should know. Since Salvia never came by the homestead - that she knew of - there was no reason she would have recognized her sibling. It felt even weirder to have a family member that gave her bad feelings, though. Weren't they the ones who were supposed to protect her the most?

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Salvia Eternity · 10-21-2011, 12:58 AM

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There was confidence in every step she took; it was arrogance without a doubt, though she carried herself with grace and with poise. Though young, she had been raised within the society of Salsola and understood appearance meant everything. Only her disowned sister and the man who had saved her had ever seen the tiger that lived under Salvia’s domestic front. This child, her sister, seemed to sense it. This was for the best. Salvia had shown herself more than capable of turning on blood.

“Why yes,” she purred, eyes narrowed and lip half-curled. She was malicious even now, despite the sticky-sweet tone of her voice. “You’re a clever girl, aren’t you?” This she did not lie about, pleased that the children at least knew of her. Intentionally, Salvia had avoided coming to her mother’s home since the birth. All girls, her brother had said. All threats to her dominance as the first-born, eldest daughter.

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