Playing with the big boys now
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Imhotep
By the power of Ra...
OOC :: Odessa first then a leader please

Imhotep had decided Odessa was right there was no where safer then among those who will protect you if you protect them. He had been watching the way others acted and listened to what odessa had told him. He was not certain on what he should do still but he came baring gifts for the leaders.

He pulled the hood down and let out the best call he could make. he was no wolf and it showed in the sound of the call that even startled him slightly. He held his bag close to him and waited. He looked at the sky the gray sky loomed over them and he found himself hoping that he wasn't out here when it really started to flurry.

Reaching over he grabbed the rope that held his Arabian mare. She was a beautiful bay with a black mane and tail. he looked himself over the best he could making sure he held what odessa called a loner posture. A non dominant stance that showed respect. He hoped that Odessa got here first so that she could snap him into shape.

golden eyes watched the border as he took a step back. He felt like he was uncomfortable so close to the border. He pulled his mare back a bit as he watched. He felt on edge and nervous almost wanting to leave and stay alone. He wasn't well versed in all aspects of this world and he felt that they would shun him off.


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Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.


Luckily, Odessa had not been far away when Imhotep had called from the borders. A mile and a half away at the most and so the journey was no trial to the medic. Her legs carried her easily and she dashed towards the scent of the foreign dog. When he had accepted her request to join her in Salsola, she had been delighted. Even more so when a date had been set. And in the morning, there had truly been no description of her feeling. Odessa assumed euphoria was as close as anyone ever got to naming it. Love wasn't something she had considered closely but soon it would dawn on her. 'Imhotep! You came!' she hollered, embracing him tightly. Suddenly she stepped away, casting her gaze down sharply. 'So...' she began, still recovering from her embarrassment. 'How are you? Did you bring the gifts? What did you bring?' She paused, smiling shyly again. 'Sorry'. She didn't like to think she was bombarding him with queries.


Pumpkin eyes sailed upon the horizon as she let out another howl. A notification that Odessa was here and that this was her business. Something relating to her. Imhotep was sure to get into the ranks on that fact alone. Odessa was, after all, loosely related to the leadership and a family member. The medic was sure that would be enough to persuade the leadership, but, ultimately, Sirius and Eris' word was final.


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Eris is by Nat!

The dark woman had much to contend with these days. Basilaris was growing larger and stronger with each passing day, and the sable she-wolf found additional time occupied by the lynx kitten she'd rescued in Halifax as well as the child apparently left by Wretch. The dark-hued woman did not regret having taken the kitten or puppy, for both would make fine adults, but this kitten and her daughters and her youngest son and her apparent adopted child left much to contend with, let alone her duties to the pack. The Auxiliary was grateful, in a begrudging sort of way, for Molcaxitl. She had given the slave charge of Basilaris for the afternoon and sent her daughters to learn with their father the practical skills which would later benefit them in life.

Given her freed afternoon, the dark woman decided it was best to leave her tawny slave with her pale child. Eris trusted Molcaxitl with Basilaris, for the slave had never once shown so much of an inkling of even the slightest disrespect toward Eris, let alone a desire to harm her mistress. Molca had helped to raise each batch of Eris's children, though she'd arrived late for the part of Salvia, Pandemic, and Wretch. Perhaps if the slave had been around for Wretch, the pale girl would not have disappeared. Certainly, with more eyes to watch the children... the dark woman would not think of her pale daughter, however, and instead put thought to Basilaris's milk-brother Salvador.

Eris could not guess at Wretch's reasons for abandoning the child. Only a faint scent of her daughter clung to the puppy's fur when Eris found him, and only the faintest tingle of her spine told Eris she was watched by more eyes than just the bright blue of the young puppy. He was not as pretty as her dear Basilaris, but Eris accepted this strange gift, wondering how her Wretch had procured the youth. It was no matter to Eris, who gleefully hoarded anything she could. That she was having difficulty balancing her duties and her now sprawling family was little matter. She could always employ the slaves for more of her purposes, though she wondered how Darijus would interact with children. The thought made the coyote smirk, and she shook her shaggy-furred head.

Eris had cut her hair for the last time until spring, and by the time the trees began to grow green again, she would be unruly and long-haired as she ever got. For now, her hair had been cut rather expertly by Molcaxitl, trimmed to a short and prim cut, albeit completely unstyled, as was the sable-hued woman's usual inclination. She did not waste her time with such things, and rather preferred the feral look her natural mane gave to her Optime form. The hybrid was dressed in her usual white leather, having hardly removed the thing since Siv made a gift of it to her. The sable woman thought she rather liked it for the winter months, when the snow made it less likely to become dirty and dusty.

The Auxiliary padded toward the borders, intending to make her usual rounds. The hybrid was not unusually diligent in marking her territory; on the contrary, in comparison to some, she was entirely lax. She trotted the perimeter of Salsola every few days, having no regularity whatsoever to her schedule. She began on the western edge of Salsola this time, trotting through the pines to reach their perimeter. At one point, she paused, interested by an oozing on one of the trees. She strode purposefully toward the trunk of this tree, sticking her finger boldly into the viscid substance. The sap came away with her finger, and she sniffed it eagerly, thinking it was much the same as that they used to construct the torches now stored on both the Mayate isle and their storage den. It was, and the hybrid smiled faintly, continuing northward. As she did, she rubbed her hands together continually, and the leathery skin of her paw pads slowly absorbed the tarry sap.

Eris was unlikely the first to have discovered this, but as none had revealed the resource to her, the hybrid thought herself discoverer. She would later tell someone in eagerness, and likely embarrass herself. Or, she would have, if the howl hadn't roused her from thinking of more torches and preserved wood for Salsola's uses. The raven-hued woman immediately halted, freezing where she was and listening with a cocked ear to the strange call. It was unlike any she'd ever heard -- even her faintly coyote voice, awkward as it was, did not rival this cry. She breathed deeply of the air, but the stranger was still too far off for her to discern his scent. The cry had been faint, in any case.

Surely there were none foolish enough to lurk about their borders. The thistle kingdom did not adorn their borders with skulls, but surely none would venture this close to a place so clearly marked by death. The dark-hued woman started off at a fast trot, certain other Salsolians were rousing themselves to do the same. She would have her cavalry, as always. The white leather billowed behind her as she made her way beneath the overcast sky, nose quivering to scent the intruder. The coyote moved slower as she did detect the man's scent. Her Salsolians' scents also covered this area rather extensively, as it was a well-trafficked area of the pack. Odessa's scent was particularly fresh and strong, and it was her dark niece's howl she heard then, declaring this newcomer as her own.

Interest prickled all throughout the sable-hued woman as she strode forward then, the pair of canines coming into view shortly after she passed her pack's outermost extremity. One was a brilliant yellowish coloration, with short fur and a strange stature that seemed entirely foreign to the sable hybrid. The other of the pair was Odessa, whom received the Auxiliary's immediate attention after she had sized up the honey-colored canine. Having no fear of him, the coyote had no reason to pay attention to this newcomer until Odessa introduced him. She instead remained a few steps away, awaiting Odessa's greeting and introductions, eager to find whether this male was to be Salsolian. It was clear, at least for Eris, Odessa entertained some familarity with the man. Hello, Odessa, she said, sparing an occasional glance toward the newcomer.

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OOC sup bitches? / +yo numbah!


It was not long until Eris appeared. And to be honest Odessa expected her to come in place of Sirius. Salsola's peacock monarch was far too busy to take care of new members who hadn't proved themselves yet. The olive eyed man was busied with his self and the current members. Truthfully Odessa had no idea what he was up to so most of her thoughts were guesswork. When her aunt came close she smiled, 'Eris! How have you been?' While she didn't want to seem too forward when speaking to an elder, the medic assumed that between family it was acceptable. And it was common courtesy to question her Aunt well being as she was knowledgeable about how hard it was to care for puppies, more from books, observations and speculations.


Turning to Immy with a shy smile, she stared in his golden eyes with her own pumpkin shaded ones, before switching to Eris' green orbs. 'This is Imhotep Aabt. He's looking to join Salsola' She gave the Auxiliary a stare that hopefully told her that all precautions about his comparability to Salsola were met. Odessa turned back to beckon her, well, her boyfriend closer. He'd need to speak for himself if he was going to get in past the borders.

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Imhotep
By the power of Ra...
OOC :: I dont think I've ever delt with such an awkward man >.>

He had this sense of impending doom, he was standing at the border with his horse and she contemplated just leaving. After giving the border more distance he stood there waiting the breeze pulled at his braids that he had redone recently. He wanted them to look as good as they could for today and it had really taken him hours to make each one right. Looking ahead golden eyes watched as he prayed that all would go alright.

Hood down and body slumped slightly tail between his legs somewhat out of fear though mostly from respect. His golden gaze just watched waiting for the Calvary to arrive and do with him as they wished. First to come upon him though was the wolf maiden he had met a few times now and had asked him to come. He didn’t know why he wanted to be near her he had never known love or felt it so the word and idea was unknown to him. She came up to him and hugged her and he patted her back lightly. He wasn’t sure about all these things and it put him in an awkward spot when she did this.

“I came” He spoke looking at her. He came for her but he didn’t really think of it like that he thought of it as safety and warmth. He looked at her and nodded. “Pretties” He spoke patting his bag. He hoped the things he had gathered would be enough to allow him access into the thorn kingdom. The land that he feared in a sense from the stories carried in the wind. Though no one really knew what went on behind the borders the things he heard were enough to make him want to hide.

Odessa’s presence made him calmer as a dark woman appeared and spoke. He kept his mouth shut as she spoke. He was getting a vibe that the woman didn’t want to hear from him first. He allowed Odessa to speak and when her pumpkin gaze hit him, he was certain that he would need to speak now.

A tan/red hand released the reigns to his horse as he knelt on one knee bowing his head. The powers that be out in the desert had trained them to bow and respect the pharaoh. His eyes never met hers directly as he began to stand before speaking. “I come from far off. No home but strong body and mind.” He spoke his English fractured and needing of more work. “Odessa asked come, I met boy i..itachi. I ask for home Lady Eris.” He said trying not to move himself too much. He felt so uneasy like this. Even as a slave he was told to stand up straight but here the body had to act differently.



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Eris is by Kiri, a gift from Sylvey!

The dark-hued woman frequently attended to the newcomers of Salsola, as was her responsibility. Sirius's realm was that of tactical decisions and other such things Eris would have done miserably. Her charisma was her strength, and Eris made certain to use this to her advantage. Salsola, too, was best served by their leaders doing their separate, equally important duties. Mothers and fathers did not perform the same tasks: while the father hunted, the mother fed the children. So it was the same with the Colotl ranks of Salsola. Sirius was their father, their hunter; Eris was their mother, their protector.

Odessa greeted her with a smile, and the dark-hued woman returned it, still paying little heed to the golden-hued man. Odessa's question was answered with a nod of her head, as the dark woman understood such pleasantry was counterproductive to their purpose here on the borders. Still, it would have been rude of Odessa not to inquire on her leadership, so the dark woman would not leave the question entirely unanswered. Just fine, she answered, breezily. In truth, it was stressful caring for her three daughters, Basilaris, Salvador, and her newest kitten, but she would not speak such in front of this newcomer to Salsola. She might have confided such information to Odessa if the pair of canines were alone, but they were not, and Eris would not lament that they had a third companion on this day, especially not if he were to become one of their family.

The hybrid again nodded as her dark companion introduced the golden-hued canine, and Eris's gaze turned toward the man with Odessa's. The Auxiliary fearlessly inspected his golden jewelry and the smeared kohl-black around his eyes. She found him physically pleasing, albeit not of her usual preference: her preferred sort of male had much more physical evidence of his strength, though she did not think Imhotep was lacking in any sort of strength. On the contrary, he would serve Odessa well, if he became her own. The dark-hued woman did not speak such, merely continued smiling her reserved smile as the dog hybrid bowed and then spoke. Eris knew she needed no introduction when he spoke her name, and when he seemed quite finished, she took a moment to consider, placing one hand contemplatively beneath her chin as her yellow-green eyes darted from her Family member to this newcomer.

Well, she began, dropping a considerably contemplative pause just after this word, her eyes moving to the overcast sky to the west. As quickly as they'd moved off, they returned, shifting first from Odessa and then to Imhotep himself. How might your talents give strength to Salsola? she inquired, still smiling. And surely -- you must have a gift? the dark hybrid asked, fingers itching to touch whatever it was he'd brought to Salsola for her. Surely, with one such as Odessa to guide him in their processes of acceptance, Imhotep should know to have a gift. Do you speak for him? the Auxiliary added, turning her question toward Odessa as her speech came to desinence. She trusted her dark-hued niece to bring only those capable of benefiting the pack to her border, else she might have interrogated Imhotep with more harshness. Eris had, however, developed a profound respect for the ashen-hued girl -- perhaps even more respect than Eris had for Wisteria, Odessa's pale mother.

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Patience had paid off and Imhotep was infront of the woman who held his fate. The power that seemed to just wave off her body made him feel less then worthy but there he stood because he wanted to get to know the woman named odessa. He wanted to learn and continue to grow and why not here of all places.

The dark woman spoke and this time at him directly. What skills did the man have? he had lies and some true skills. The work he did as a slave did build some skills and made him a good asset. 'I fight good. Better then english" He spoke still not looking at her directly still. He didn't know if he should he didn't know anything she then spoke of a gift and he nodded placing down the bag he had he reached into it.

Out of it Imhotep pulled out for jars that had heads sculpted on them. "each meaning for organ. My people use for ceremonies, when on dies as well. Heart placed in one brain, liver stomach. All so you can have in the next" he spoke. he knew not a lot about the dark woman but Odessa had hinted on her darker side. Maybe she could use them in salsola for something.

Odessa looked at Eris her pumpkin gaze on the dark woman. "Yes of course" The medic spoke as she glanced at Imhotep as he righting himself a bit. He still kept himself how he thought he should be.

"I also farm grow things, not so good cook. I try please you and odessa. All of salsola too. He said as a shiver rippled through him a bit. would she cast the man who was lost in this world away or would she allow him to learn under Salsola

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Eris is by Nat!

The dark woman was, indeed, all about her gifts. The practice was a treasured one within Salsola. One might expect a canine with such fondness for gifting to be stingy; one might expect Eris to be particularly so, as she was The Auxiliary and her rank might have afforded her such perks, should she have sought them. The raven-hued woman, however, was not in the least persnickety with sharing her presents and treasures with the remainder of Salsola. And, in truth -- anything which added to her joy was for the betterment of Salsola in the end, after all, so even if she had not shared her bounty with the remainder of the pack, the gifting of the Colotl ranks served the pack well, regardless.

The raven-hued Auxiliary listened with rapt attention as the golden man spoke, and a fiercely wicked grin spread across her muzzle at his jape. If he fought better than his English, then his fighting would not be shabby at all -- the coyote woman had no trouble understanding the man through the flavorful spice of his accent and his imperfect speech. The hybrid's interest became more apparent as she leaned forward, looking after him without any apprehension as he dug in the bag. She trusted Odessa to bring her only the best, and she had the distinctive feeling she would not be disappointed with this one. He drew from his bag a set of jars, apparently ceramics or clayware, and the dark woman looked upon them curiously, not understanding at first. They appeared dingy and extremely old, and the coyote was ready to be offended when the man spoke.

Immediately, her interest was again piqued, and her greenish-yellow eyes flared with excitement of that word -- liver. She pondered to herself whether Imhotep's people held beliefs similar to those in Eterne. It would not have surprised her -- many of the world's religions seemed to have the same repetitive elements. Siv's trio and Larkspur's trio of gods, the Eternian concepts of sight and visionaries -- these things had proven truthful, and the dark-furred coyote was eager to find other reflections of her own liver-relevant beliefs elsewhere in the world. A lovely gift, she declared, unable to keep herself from interrupting him then and there. I should like for you to teach me more of these beliefs in the future.

The coyote fell silent and listened intently to the rest of the exchange, taking but a moment to consider after Imhotep had ceased speaking. Salsola can always use more muscle, she declared, nodding her head as if to emphasize the sentiment. We also have a garden, which you might assist us in tending -- I'm sure Odessa has at least mentioned such, she said, certain Odessa would have revealed only just enough regarding their garden and its goods. More important than your skills, though -- Imhotep, would you swear fealty to Salsola? Would you give us your loyalty? she inquired. This was, of course, the most important question to be asked upon the borderlands. Her interest had apparently evaporated, and now the coyote was a woman of serious business and serious intent.

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363 WC

Imhotep was still unsure his place in the world here but he was bound and determined to carve out a path worth living for himself. Though he had come here for Odessa he was beginning to enjoy everything about the area. He had been able to forget about his past and build himself up as a real man. He would someday have confidence and actually understand love. Now the thing that drove him hear was the magnetism that seemed to just flow off of Odessa. He glanced her way slightly as he waited for Eris to either eat him alive or be amused by him.

He looked her way not making eye contact though he could see the confusion on her face that slowly seemed to melt as she found interest in the strange gifts. He had worried that their age and dirty look would make her angry but she seemed to allow that to slide by. He nodded. “Yes I tell you all, as much as like.” He spoke with a smile. He loved talking about his home and he would do anything for one of the leaders of this land.

Excitement slowly started to flood through him. He would serve this land like he would serve the Pharaoh. She spoke again and he nodded slightly. “She told me only my talents might you like” He spoke as he kind of frowned his accent and broken English made him feel at odds. ‘She no give details, never disloyal to land.” He spoke as he looked up a bit. He made sure not to look into her eyes as he nodded. “I.. I wooould bleed salsola. Ooh for salsola.” He spoke trying to correct himself. She would find him amusing he figured but he was trying his best to place the words where they should be. “Never do anything to harm the family.” He spoke very slow and careful to contemplate each and every word so it was right. “I swear” He said giving her a look of meaning. He would do whatever she asked of him. He would be sure that he never did anything that would harm his new home lands.
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First paragraph describes what we can OOCly assume happens, if you guys are okay with it, and can end here, if you'd like? Or if you guys need to SoSu, you can each reply again? C: I like short and sweet joining threads, personally! <3



Eris is by Kiri!

Eris was a sampler of spirituality, dabbling in this or that and taking what she wished of beliefs striking her fancy. The dark-haired woman's fancy had just been struck by the proffered gift and the supposed meaning behind them. She did not step forward to take the gifts, as there were too many for her to carry; as such, Imhotep and Odessa might accompany her back to her ruins for a brief rendezvous -- Eris would receive her treasures and briefly entertain her guests, offering the pair food and explaining to Imotep what was to be expected of him within Salsola. It was all very mechanical to Eris, but necessary, and not invariably intolerable, either. On occasion, she rather enjoyed inducting canines to the Salsola pack, and the dark-hued woman thought Imhotep might be just the case.

The coyote listened with interest as Imhotep conveyed various information to her. The dark-hued woman was confused by parts of it, but near the end, when he first seemed to stumble after his utterance of Sasola, the coyote saw his meaning. She saw it, in fact, truer than even the most deucedly talented wordsmith could have penned, and smiled broadly, the pearly tips of her teeth blazing against the coal of her muzzle. The dark woman's tail swished with appreciation, and she nodded, making no jest of his proficiency with her mother tongue. His meaning was made clear, and this was what mattered, no matter the stumbles and starts of his tongue -- his body language and even his eyes, bright and golden, portrayed it perfectly.

Then -- Imhotep, I would welcome you to Salsola, the coyote said, stepping toward him and administering the first of what were to be many greetings in the Salsolian fashion -- a quick nuzzle to one cheek, then the same motion to the opposing cheek. She stepped back, and gestured with her hand. Please, accompany me -- both of you, she asked, her tone polite enough. Still, Eris's command was clear enough, and a proper Salsolian should be overjoyed to meet his family. Acceptance was but the beginning; his truest trial was to begin shortly.

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Welcome to Salsola

Welcome to Salsola! As a new member of the pack, you're ranked as an Associate. We strongly encourage you to read over the Associates page of our website for further information about your rank, promotions, and other relevant things.

As a new member, why not:

  • Start plotting with your fellow members -- start or join an Open Thread on Salsola territory.
  • Figure out if your character wants the Cotona ritual to take place, and where on their body they'd like the scar.
  • Figure out which of the co-ranks you'd like and let the leadership know which you'd like to join.
  • Check out our pack game and start earning points! You can claim a residence in the Borgatas Colotl or Coatl after 50 points in the pack game (note: residences outside these two areas are free).
  • Add yourself to our Directory, and add your character's animal companions to our Stables! See Salsola Maintenance for further information.
  • Familiarize yourself with the pack's leaders and make sure you contact one of us if you encounter any sort of difficulty or require any assistance. You can send us a Private Messages or post to the Salsola Maintenance thread.
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