362 (+3+10) Various Salsola members have purchased their residences via the Salsola game. Have a thread where your character delivers a gift to their residence. Join if you want! But i do not want this particular thread to be too long, and I'd rather prefer somebody whom Xochime already knows. However, others can join as well.

The reddish coyote girl shivered as she crossed the thick folliage that surrounded the ruins, scarlet eyes scruiting the forest in search of her sister's residence. The winter had already started to make itself present on these cold lands, and the mexican couldn'be be less prepared for such a harsh weather, used as she was to the warmth of the southern lands. Albeit her body had responded to the change of weather by growing a small layer of thick, shaggy fur under her pelt, the cold was still felt by her, specially in the area where she had been marked by Eris. The wound was almost healed, but it still stung.

So, earlier that day, she had requested Miqui's help to clean some pelts that she had gotten from her recent kills. He had accepted, albeit reluctantly, and in the end he had left a pile of soft, clean pelts ready for her to knit them together and take them to Tlantli's place, where she had decided to spend the harshest of the winter. So, as she walked past several houses, one of them caught her eye. It was a well-known structure, a place she knew her queen rested upon, taking care of the youth of the pack.

Looking at her cargo, Xochime considered just passing by and head straight to the place that promised warmth and comodity (or at least she hoped so), but she could not avoid thinking about how busy must Eris be, the extra task of preparing for the upcoming winter added to the pile of work. So, hugging the pelts close to her, she kneeled in the entrance and left a perfectly folded pelt on it, so the ebony woman could see it easily. For a minute or so she remained there, frozen, until she could not stand it any longer. Just keep walking. Remember, warmth, a cozy bed, warmth. The last word repeated itself in her mind like a mantra, as if its only thought could make the colg go away. Light feet rose her body off the ground, and, sheltering herself with the remaining pelts, she slid between the trees, eager to curl over one of those newly made blankets.

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289w :: And yet, Xo talks back with creepy stalkers (sorry for the lateness anyway XD)

Should she just drop the pelts and then go hunting before making herself confortable at home? or should she wait for the sun to warm things up a little bit? A glimpse in the sky's direction told her that the preciated sunlight would not appear anytime soon. So hunt would have to wait, even if she starved until the next day.

Maybe she was too focused on her chore to notice, or maybe she had noticed it but had dismissed it, but she found herself starting at the sudden yelp emitted by some unknown canine behind her. The thing is, she dropped the pelts and had to bend to pick them up, not turning towards the other femme until she made sure that they were safely held against her chest. "A-a-aye w-was just deli-deliverver-ing s-some things t-to Q-queen Eris." She stuttered, unable to sto the chatter that her teeth. She had never heard the strange accent of the woman before. It was harsh, hushed, contrasting with her own dry way of speaking. She stared into the stranger's white-blue eyes, finding something aking to sympathy disguised with the color of ice. She felt more relaxed at the woman's lack of hostility towards her, but she was still wary about whether she would act on the fact that she was wearing a slave ring. But she didn't, so she stepped forward to reaffirm that fact. "A-aye am no s-sleiv." As she spoke, she rose the pelts and hid her nose behind them, partly to hide the golden ring, but the movement also hid her nose from the cutting cold that surrounded her, and she found herself breathing into the material to warm it up. Why hadn't she resumed her path already?

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+439 :: No prob!

She allowed the stranger's help, albeit the tension for the other's closeness manifested itself on her slightly bushy tail. she did not offer a verbal answer to the hybrid's apology, leaving it to a nod to set things even between the two. She had scared the flower, but she made it up right away. She just desired to keep on with her chore.

Upon hiding the delicate tissue of her nose, the earthen colored female tried to explain herself as much as her accented speech allowed her. She limited herself to stare at her slender form, wondering why did her words sounded so expecting whan she asked her about the ring, as if her answer was decisive for an important matter. "Aye wear it 'cause eet is mine." Her simple answer seemed quite plain, so she deepened on it. "A-aye w-weahr it bec-cause aye want. I-eet reminds m-m-me that aye was a sleiv t-too, and that they ahre a-also p-persons...people." A bit taken aback by her sudden revelation, she almost clawed herself in the gut -mentally, that is. She hadn't told that to anybody, not even to Eris, her own Queen, which left her confused about the fact that she had spilled this bit of private information to a complete stranger just like that. Wrinkles made themselves present under her orange locks as she turned her back to the foreigner. "Forget eet." She murmured, hugging the warm pelts to her chest and nose as she kept on with her walk.

It happened that the wind suddenly decided to blow with an unexpected strength as the youth was about take the first step, echoing in her ears as she recieved its blow. Her light-coated body couldn't bear it any longer, and so she threw herself to the ground and hugged her knees as close to her body as her anatomy allowed her. Her scarlet eyes were wide open as her breathing turned into pants. It is ok, it is ok. It was just the wind.

It took a great effort to even gather back the remaining pelts that she had been carrying, in fact, only two. Clawed hands squeezed them against her breasts as she gazed in the tatooed woman, worry crawling beneath her features. "Mind ihf we s-speak somewhere e-else?" The tone revealed that whatever the stranger's answer was, Xochime would seek a refuge to cover herself from the cold that she was trying to cope with. A silent sneeze followed her words, as if emphasizing the urgency to leave the open field and enter one of the numerous rocky ruins that surrounded her and her new acquaintance.

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