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+5 I'll actually be asking all the healers to join in these upcoming threads, but Odessa is specifically requested in this one. Rose, feel free to PP Abendrot repeating what Salvia told him. :> Alaine, you can say Sirius overheard or something if you want. If either of you don't have time for this just let me know and I'll make it AW.


The day of rest she had experienced after the Last Supper was short. Salvia had spent the day digesting the mass amount of food she had consumed and nursing a hangover, something she had never experienced before. How could she not feast like a glutton, though? Arbiter. She, Salvia Eternity, not even a year and a half old and already answering to no one but her mother and uncle. No one could look her in the eye or demand anything of her now—and she found this a powerful intoxication, greater than even the hallucinogenic drug that her mother had once fed her. The wine was a close second; she had been laughing through the night. This morning, of course, she had not been laughing. Her head pounded and she had been irritable, demanding TK take another slave to feed the horses while she rested.

Finally, when her hangover had faded to a dull ache, Salvia had gathered the bag of supplies that her slave had packed. It was mostly made up of meat and containers of water. When the horses dropped she would need to stick close, and hunting was out of the question. She pulled her hair up and ate a small, skinned rabbit as she walked. It was relatively fresh, and helped ease the pain in her head some. Water had been more helpful.

She reached the barn by early afternoon, and checked in with the horses. They were all fed and the stalls were relatively clean; she was mostly concerned about the mares close to foaling. Salvia had expected, as had been the pattern, for nothing to have changed. Luna’s teats, to her surprise, were quite obvious and the mare was pacing in a manner that reminded her of a cat. Speaking of such…

The lynx slipped from the rafters of the barn, and dropped down to the floor silently. Salvia turned to greet him, and dropped low to allow him to rub against her chin. He purred happily, and then looked up with curiosity as Luna whinnied again. “I need you to go get Odessa,” the pale girl said to him, at which the lynx flicked one ear and twitched his whiskers. “And tell her what?” His voice was light, but she was unused to him using anything besides German.

“Tell her I need a medic for the Boss’ horse. She’s the only one that will do.” With that, the cat was off, slipping through the barn and towards the areas where he could most often find the dark girl. Salvia resumed her watch, green eyes darkening with concern. She had never witnessed a birth from a horse and a part of her wished for her father, but she was the Ganadera now and it was her duty to see this through. Besides, she wished to be able to tell Sirius of the success of his mare (and stallion, though Black now belonged to Pandemic). It would take time, but the motions were now in place for the breeding project that would ensure a most magnificent outcome.

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Word Count → 000 :: I always have time for Mel threads~


Confidant. And a mated woman. Oh how the night had gone. Confidence had bloomed after her mother's compliment. There were four people she obeyed now. Her uncle, aunt, cousin and Sirius. All relation's of hers in some way, even the latter. And that was without the Salsolian mindset that they are all family anyway. But aside from her own promotion, she also witness Salvia's, something she too pride in. Pride for being related to a very talented person indeed.


The former night had been lovely, yes, but Odessa had been tired after the Last Supper. It had been draining for her to carry herself so strongly all night and to refrain from dropping her head down, refusing to make eye contact while she was so shy about her new relationship. She'd been napping, when awoke by Juan. He'd relayed Abendrot's message from Salvia with, albeit accented, ease. Her? Why on earth would Salvia need her to deal with Sirius' horse? Naturally she knew of her uncle and cousin's breeding program, but she wasn't a vet of any sort. And only a novice medic aside from that. Perhaps she was being harsh on herself though, why would her cousin have called upon her skills otherwise. Juan followed her outside, as the medic followed the lynx herself.


Arriving at the stables, Odessa dismounted from Keshi and tied him up outside the stables. 'Salvia?' she called, 'You called?' Her voice, one full of shyness, had a more adult hint of confidence to it. It was deserved to, for she had proved herself and had been promoted for her loyalty. Beside her, the Margay stood nervously watching the scene.


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+3<333


The pale horse showed all the signs Larkspur had warned her to look for. Now, as she circled the stall restlessly, Salvia felt the unfamiliar and unwelcome taste of fear on her tongue. What if something went wrong? What if she failed to bring forth a healthy foal? What if Luna died in the process? All of these worries grew until they rushed up her throat and were caught behind two rows of teeth sharpened on the enemies of Salsola. She would not fail now that such trials would prove her worthy of the rank she now held.

Salvia flicked her ears back at the sound of her cousin’s voice, and after sparing a glance to Luna, she slipped outside to meet the girl. Of course, Odessa was hardly a girl now—she was high ranked and mated, of all things. It was an exciting prospect for the Family as a whole, but especially for Salvia, who had little knowledge of the man her cousin had chose. He was a dog of some sort, and she wondered what their children would look like.

Pale feet carried her towards the medic, and Salvia greeted her properly. “Thanks for coming,” she said with an exhale, not knowing she had been holding her breath. “Luna’s going to foal soon. I should be able to help her if there’s a real issue, but I wanted our best medic here just in case.” She did not speak her doubt aloud; it was bad luck. Siv had taught her this concept, and Salvia embraced it steadily.

“Tell me,” she went on, turning back towards the building. “How do you like being a mated woman?” A flash of teeth smiled at the darker girl, and Salvia wagged her tail playfully. While she was downright cruel to most people, Odessa was worthy of her respect…even if it occasionally was met by suggestive jabs.

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Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.


Pumpkin eyes glanced over to Luna, pacing in her stall. A short wave of fear and nerve rushed across Odessa's face, but in a similar way to Salvia, she pushed it to the rear of her mind. Sure that between them Luna's foal would be delivered healthy and safe. And that the mother horse herself would come out of the ordeal well also. Though Odessa had another thing to consider, and worry about. As a mated woman, this was her future, what Luna was going through. Months away perhaps, maybe even years. But it was still daunting.


'It's no problem, really' Odessa said, greeting her cousin. 'I was only resting after the Supper, so you weren't interrupting or anything'. Snowy fur upon her cheeks flushed pink slightly, unnoticeable because it was really no surprise to her to be praised. But never the less, it was still a treat to be told that her work was in demand. 'Ahh, that would explain the pacing then...' she mused, though she already suspected that was the cause. She didn't really know how useful she'd be though.


Salvia asked a question and this time Odessa did blush. Almost noticeable this time, even through her thick snowy fur, taken directly from her mother however dark it had been at her birth. The medic looked down shyly, before straightening herself up with a shy smile and a soft giggle, 'It feels good' she admitted, grinning up at her cousin.


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It was apparent to Salvia that the dark she-wolf had finally begun to accept her abilities. While young and not as experienced as any sort of aged, wizened healer, Odessa had filled the role well enough. In time, Salvia imagined she would become a wolf to be spoken of. Planning ahead for Salvia was limited by short-term ideas, for while she was a gifted girl, she was not above her heritage. The wolf lived in the now, and Salvia likened herself to such idealism.

A light laugh escaped the blonde as she strode with Odessa towards the stall. In time it was likely that the D’Angelo would take up the title of mother, and more puppies would join the ranks. Hopefully that would be a long time coming; they had enough with her mother’s newest sons and daughters not yet ranked as adults. The sheep would likely give birth soon as well, and between these animals, more than enough births would be going on for Salvia.

“Tell me about him,” she pried. Luna had not yet laid down, giving them time to wait. When she finally did settle, Salvia would help with the birth as Larkspur had instructed—making sure the foal was able to breath and came headfirst.

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As the approached the stall, Juan leapt to perch upon the stall's barrier, creating a slight sound as he did so. Odessa's orange gazed passed over him as if to warn him to keep the noise down, not wanted to scare Luna. Though it was more out of kindness than any real knowledge about horses. She'd want the noise to be kept down if it was her after all. The Margay made a makeshift nod and sat quietly beside the two women, his bright feline eyes regarding the scene with interest, but saying nothing. Juan was usually silent of course, even when just with Odessa he rarely spoke in high speech. He didn't quite understand what was going on, but still he didn't ask. Trusting that whatever it was was important.


Smiling, Odessa spoke, 'He's nice... You know, really kind and thoughtful. He even asked Eris for me before the supper'. Such a gentleman. Despite his past. But Odessa knew little of that, the Egyptian was not all to fond of speaking about those times. The medic petted her feline companion as she sighed, 'He's perfect really...' She was biased however and saw Immy through rose tinted shades.


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With as many cats as Salsola kept, it was expected for the horses to be used to them. Abendrot had spent most of his time as a kitten learning how to behave around the animals, and his size was amongst the largest of the felines, so it helped ease the horses. Some would never be truly comfortable around the animals—Misty was one such case, though this was due to her origin. Black was another, though he was a high strung beast regardless.

The fact that this unfamiliar man had thought to ask her mother for permission was a piece of news Salvia took well. Eris was the one who had a blood connection (though it was my mateship) to the girl, and likely a better choice to ask than Sirius. Salvia wondered if one day her father would be asked, or if one would defer to Sirius. She saw little hope for a mate in the males of Salsola, most either being blood related or unsuitable for her. It didn’t matter—her rank was more important, as was the duties that came with it.

A laugh escaped the blonde at the mention of perfect, a peculiar thing coming from her. She had a fair voice and her laugh was like that of chimes, but the lingering harshness in it was a constant. “Perfect’s a tall order, ‘Dessa.” Her doubt was obvious, but she did not show her claws.

Even if she had, there was suddenly something more interesting going on. Luna settled to her belly, folding her hind legs up towards her belly and bringing her front ones to her chest. Salvia’s ears went high and she opened the door, moving towards the mare’s hindquarters. Luna’s beautiful tail was pulled up high, and she was breathing heavily, eyes wide and rolling.

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Odessa flicked her pumpkin eyes over to Salvia and smiled. Salvia prized her rank and Odessa knew that was the thing she'd be focussing on at the moment as oppose to a relationship. While both women were of similar blood, one was a fierce tiger, manufactured for toil and power (much like a human made sports car, though Odessa knew little of that). While the other was a gentle, yet quietly and slowly increasingly sly, built for a traditional woman's work. Nevertheless both excelled at what they did and similarly seemed to enjoy it.


As Salvia moved to her action station, Odessa followed diligently. Juan moved to a better position to observed the events, but never leapt down from his perch. He leant up into the air, almost looking as if he would tumble away any moment. Still he kept his balance.


Her cousin spoke again, and Odessa chuckled lightly, 'Fine' she admitted. 'But, close at least'. Her mind considered that Salvia didn't understand how good it felt to be with the person you loved, or even to look up to someone enough to look past their flaws.


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Odessa sounded like a girl still dreaming with rose tinted glasses. This could be forgiven; as long as she stayed grounded, Salvia could care less what she did with her personal time. It was not her job to keep the other members in check, but she hoped that her cousin would be able to keep her head clear for this task at hand.

Luna let out a heavy breath and Salvia watched her body. The water gushing from her signified that the birth was close. Another shifting grunt from the pale horse brought forth another rush of water. Salvia looked to Odessa, eyes bright and full of excitement. Something new was happening here, and she was thrilled to see it. What would the foal look like? Would it be a male or a female?

The mare grunted again and strained, and the first dark sign of birth appeared. Salvia lingered back until she could make out the shape—two legs, and another thrust brought forth the head. Then, to her worry, Luna shifted and strained again. Fearing that the baby might be stuck, Salvia dropped and grabbed at the birthing sack. She gripped two spindly legs and pulled, and with Luna’s pushing, helped the baby make it out. Sharp claws ripped away the fleshy, slick covering of the baby so it could breathe before Salvia quickly stepped back. It was now out her hands.

Luna’s instincts took over and she licked at the foal quickly, beginning to clean it even as her body finished with its needs. The blonde girl, pleased by the ease of the birth, looked to Odessa. Once the pair were upright she would want Odessa to help her look over the mare to ensure that she wasn’t injured in any unseen way. The rich mixture of grass and oats that had been given to all the pregnant horses would continue while they nursed, but she was curious if further herbs would aid them.

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OOC sup bitches? / +yo numbah!


Everything move along relatively fast. Which in itself was a good sign. Although Salvia had to help a bit, everything went along smoothly. She looked in Salvia's eyes and saw a passion, and joy, something she shared at that moment. Joy mostly however, for her passion laid elsewhere. But she couldn't deny the wonder before her. Luna seemed to take to the task at hand like natural, both stood upright and Odessa approached closer. But still she kept her movements slow and gentle, after all this was Sirius' horse and she wouldn't want to cause either the silvery mare or the foal any unneeded stress.


Odessa placed her hand upon the foal gentle and looked it over, eagle eyed pumpkin orbs flicking over the foal's body to see if there was anything to be alert about. Of course, Odessa was looking obvious impurities that anyone, knowledgeable or not, would be fearful of. Lumps, wounds, that sort of thing. Any signs of illness in the foal. But to her relief, she saw nothing wrong. 'I don't think there's anything wrong with the foal...' she said, but of course, it was Salvia who knew more about horses. Odessa stood up and quickly looked over the mother mare, and quickly concluded, 'Or Luna...' She turned her head to Salvia and beamed.


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