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The Grotto of Seven Sleepers reminded Odalis of a Cathedral that had been carved by natures hand. Instead of stained glass the cavernous openings were painted with swatches of perfect sky, sunlight beaming buttery gold to glow deep into the shallow waters that trickled through the forgotten place. Her hands trailed over the cold stones as she walked further into the dank cave, the fiery red of her hair gleaming like a torch against the dark.

She hummed softly as she went – but found herself stiffening at the darkling form that sat crouched towards the back of the cave.

For all of its beauty there was still danger, and she could feel her skin crackle as she froze in place. The things eyes gleamed silver, and a tongue slid over jaws that were sharp and filled with teeth. She closed her eyes and counted to ten in her native tongue, clenching her fists so tightly that her claws dug deep into her palms. ”Uno, Dos,” The words meant nothing, but echoed like a false safety net around her.

When she got to ten, she allowed her good eye to peek open, and she was surprised to find that there was no one there.

The end of the cavern was empty, the shadows balefully cool in the absence of the crouched form.

”Hello?”






Guess who's seeing things? For the sake of Odalis Bingo I would love to thread with someone Odalis has never met! :>


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OOC - bleepbloop reminder to myself that this is going to be backdated to the 9th. WC: 708

Dear my love, sweet morning light



Coaxoch was angry about the way she made him feel, inside. He had not felt like this with whom he had once hated with a force that was akin to a storm over the sea. He felt confused, angry, and when his hand came to his cheek he felt like ripping out every follicle of hair that she had brushed her lips again. He was hers, he was hers and he had made the mistake of letting her have him! He was just as stupid as every other male who fell to her knees, every other male who had kissed her hand, coveted one another for their chance to be with her. Coaxoch decided the moment he had stepped from the Throne Room that he could not stand the smell of her on him, and that he must wash himself of her scent before another would find him guilty. He rushed home, hoping that none would be home to see him in such a state, and as his angry footsteps had carried him along, he found himself stepping in the shadows themselves, as he did once upon a time, when the Cerberus had been his mentor.

Least the man had been good for something. Coaxoch still did not understand why the man who had killed his brother and mauled him had been his mentor, but Coaxoch could only imagine that it had to do with just that. Dullahan had wronged the Ulrich patriarch, and that was his punishment, to train the boy whom he ruined. Coaxoch could not say that he did not resent both Till and Dullahan for what they had done to him, what they had done to Valtin.


When he had finally made it home, he did not stay for long. He went into their makeshift bathroom, grabbed his essential oils and flowery scents before he grabbed his clay mask and left his home. The scents would linger in his home, but he did not care. As long as he could get the smell from burning in his nose while it intermingled with his own, he would be fine. He still stepped in shadows as he made his way from the Blackwoods to where he knew no one dare go, even to bathe themselves. The Grotto. He sighed and huffed as he rushed along, his paws feeling heavy and hurt as he stomped along, uncaring of whom heard him. He knew that there were not many who traveled this far North, and this was why he had made his home so far from the others. It was so far out of the way of everything that he would never have to see anyone that he didn't want to see. Others would send ravens and cats to come fetch him because they did not feel the need to make the foot-trip themselves. He liked it better this way.


The entrance to the Grotto smelt of female, and he had thought to leave just then, but he took his chances. He entered the caverns with ease and he pressed his mask down at the muzzle as to avoid the mask being upturned when his horns had touched a low hanging rock formation. He heard the woman before he saw her, but once his eyes got adjusted fully and she had called a "Hello" out into the cavern, his eyes grazed over her fire-red hair and golden pelt.

She was strange looking, different than any of the dogs he had seen in the past. His nose twitched as he took in her scent, and he found that she smelt even stronger of Elphaba, but her clothing was ratty, much like most of the servants that were of Salsola. He didn't ever remember Elphaba having a servant, but maybe she did. He did not remove his mask, and he only looked at her with his haunting blue and lavender eyes as he stood there, silent as he looked at her. He only momentarily bent down to place his bag of scents on the edge of a pool before he stood back to his full height, coming to stand taller than the girl.

He still did not speak, he knew she would see him soon enough.


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For a moment it was as if the grotto whispered to her, piecing together fragments of the wind that whistled through it as if with warning. Odalis hummed to herself, picking at the edges of her dirty sleeves as she stepped away from where the shadowy figure had lurked only moments before. There had been places like this in Onuba – dark twists in the Moreno sanctums where they were all warned not to tread. Odalis Amaranthe did not believe in ghosts, but she could still feel the ripple of chill that washed over her as she turned to head back in the direction that she had come.

It was difficult to shake the feeling that she was being watched.

She came round a rocky bend and found a thin man standing alongside one of the rippling pools – the creamy underbelly of his fur standing out in the dark. His features were obscured by a heavy looking mask, with antlers that curled cruelly like the Queens golden crown. Shadows clung to him, tendrils left from the tynes of his mask darting along his shoulders as he swung his head to peer at her. The color of his eyes was difficult to make out, but Odalis felt herself click her teeth – her expression narrowing as she took him in.

”Why are you wearing a mask?” She called, digging her hands into her pockets, ”Is there a reason that you must hide your face?”





Thank you for being patient! Shy


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OOC - bleepbloop reminder to myself that this is going to be backdated to the 9th. WC: 558

Sweet blowing wind



The whispers of the Grotto did not bother him, for he lived in the Blackwoods themselves. He grew up with these voices who attracted the curious to their doom. Dullahan had no problem teaching Coaxoch to never listen to them, to never seek them, lest he wanted to lose his life as they had done within the woods and the grotto. He looked to the fair woman who finally turned towards him with her bright blue eyes that reflected from the light hitting it from behind him. He snorted lightly as she narrowed her face as she looked upon him. He was tall and while his form was thin, he was by no means childish or unimposing. Coaxoch had grown into a man of broad chest and wide shoulders. He had the build of a fighter, and would have been a perfect beast for the Shield, should he have had two arms and not just one. His bright eyes of Spring still stared at her even as she finally spoke to him with mellow feminine tones. She did not seem scared, for she only questioned him and his mask. His half-tail pensively flicked behind his back as he continued to stare, for he was trying to make out more details on her. He saw something around her neck that was shiny, but he could not make out the quality of the leather, nor the shape of the heart buckle that made it shiny.

"Is there reasons for you to be lingering in the depths of the woods?" he asked, his tone was confident, and it echoed in the chamber that they shared. "You are far from where you belong." he told her, as his large ears turned back on his head and he turned to let some of the light from the outside hit his features. It was here that his bright eyes caught the light and she would be able to see the paleness of his pelt. He turned towards her once more and his pink mottled pads drew him from his perch to where he could move towards her. He did not remove his mask, yet, he drew closer and closer to her with slow, deliberate steps. He did not want her to run, nor did he want something to happen to where he could harm himself.


He moved closer and closer until he was before her, and he looked down at her, finally able to make out the shapes of her trinkets. He took in her scent once more, and it told him that she was definitely involved with Elphaba, there was no denying it. His tail flicked behind him once more.


"You are the Boss' pet." he told her, as he looked at her and huffed lightly. He did not get to wash The Boss' smell from him either, and he was well prepared for her to notice, but he did not know who she was and why she was here still. "What is your name?" his tone was stiff as he asked her, and he did step back another step before he pulled the clay mask from his face, revealing his pale, freckled face to her. It didn't matter now.

Though he was unsure of if he would share his name to her. She still seemed very much like an Outsider.


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”I have the freedom to go where I please – so long as I do not exit the territory.” Odalis offered this as she settled her chin thoughtfully into the palm of her hand. Coax seemed to be a creature from another dimension, a man who hid his face while within his pack, the strange antlered crown sprawling along where his ears should have been. There was still much of Salsola that Odalis had never seen, and though the Grotto of Seven Sleepers had seemed beautiful at first glance she couldn’t help but feel that there was something haunting its depths.

She blinked at him, ”Where do you think I belong?”

Her voice was a gentle tone in the cold damp of the cave.

She shrugged her shoulders and moved towards one of the rippling pools that burbled closest to them. She could see their reflection – the antlered head and hidden face, the scar which ran like an ugly bolt of lightning over the one side of her face. There were many who knew her connection to the Queen and avoided her because of it – though it was not something that Odalis went about flaunting. She sought to do her work and do it well, quietly and out of sight.

She blinked as she considered his words and then responded.

”I’ll tell you my name if you tell me yours.”




>Shy


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OOC - bleepbloop reminder to myself that this is going to be backdated to the 9th. WC: 525

Sweet blowing wind



She explained to him that she was allowed to roam where she please, as long as it was within the sanctums of Salsola, and while he did agree with her on this part, he still did not believe that she, of all of Salsola, should be so far away from their home. The world was big - Salsola, amongst some of the biggest packs in the area - but there were reaches that were not meant to be climbed by mere mortals, mere servants whom's worth was no more than a singular pebble in a vast prairie. She asked a question of him, gently. Coaxoch's bright eyes went from her hand to her eyes, but never did his gaze touch the ugly scar placed on her face, no, he knew what it was like to be ugly, to be stared at. Instead, he looked at her pretty blue eyes with his own bright eyes of Spring Skies.

"In a land far from here." he commented easily, his words gliding through the air as a hawk on a draft. "You are different. You do not seem as if you were born of rags and poverty, as most of our Servants have been." he told her as if he knew this all along, as if he could see her in silk and clothing that was much more fitting than the rags she wore now.


"Did they steal you away from wealth?" he asked as he looked at her, still straight in the face, with unflinching eyes, trained on her own and nothing more. He watched her as she moved towards a pool, and she looked down into it. He looked at her bright red hair that seemed to shine even in the depths of this cavern. He could not deny the attractive features she had, even if she had lost an eye and her face scarred with the seeming strike of a bolt.

"Coaxoch." his name fell from his pink lips and he moved to join her at the side of the pool. He sat, and let his feet touch the water and he looked down at his ankles. His stump was towards her now, and while he still did not want her to see it, it was only fair, for she too had scars that were hard to hide. "I'm Coaxoch. I am eldest son of Till Van Ulrich-Lykoi, Warden in the North. " He told her, with a tinge of pride in his voice as he announced his father's name and whom he was. "And you?" he asked, as he held out his hand and motioned for her to speak of whom she was. He shouldn't have entertained her as he did, for she was much lower than he was in the heirarchy, but she interested him, and this made him lenient with the Salsolan Traditions in lieu of getting to know her on a more personable level.

Maybe Coaxoch could find more respect in the lives that these Servants lived before they had to repay a debt to Salsola. Even if they spent the rest of their lives paying the price.


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She held his eye for longer than was probably acceptable for a servant. On some day she could feel challenge rising in her for the sake of feeling [i]something[/b] – for when the mushrooms wore away it was painfully obvious that she was barely keeping herself together. She longed for touch, for the warmth that came from tenderness and carnal secrets – for the heat of a smile that was offered for no reasons save for joy.

In Salsola everything was about teeth – snapping shining things that quipped and ordered her about with barbed tongues coated in silver.

She blinked and raised her head slightly, ”How can you tell all that?”

Odalis chose not to answer him and instead listened as he introduced himself. Coaxoch, son of someone she did not know and Warden of the North. She bobbed her head and curtsied as if this was one of the grandest introductions that she had ever heard.

”I am Odalis Amaranthe, daughter of Akantha Amaranthe, Alta Baronesa of Onuba. I am warden of Elphaba’s Kitchen and protector of her tower.” She laughed then, a glorious tinkling thing. ”You must take off your mask – I don’t understand its purpose. Are you scarred like me?” Her smile settled to a straight face, "Or is it some other great secret of Salsolan tradition?"




>Shy


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OOC - bleepbloop WC: 624

Sweet blowing wind



Coaxoch had always been a bit of a loner. He had family, much too large for his liking, and much too many to think of governing, even though there had been hints dropped that others might have wanted him to replace his father as Patriarch of Ulrich. His father had too many children, and he, too many brothers and sisters to bother with, to make sure everyone was well, that they all were staying in line, and because of this, he had distanced himself from them all. Had he not been the eldest of them all, he might have just let their name be theirs, and not have much pride in the workings of Ulrich and their rise through the Hierarchy.

While he might have been a loner, he still was loyal to his family. Should they need him, he was there. He always would be, for he had always been taught that blood matters, and to always love thy's brother and sister, father and mother. He was loyal to his father's teachings, and he doubted that he ever would be able to turn his back on them all completely. He only could and would distance himself because of his abnormality. His lost arm.


The way she had answered him was with a question. Asking how he might be able to tell. He looked at her squarely once more and his teeth showed in a wide smile across his masked maw. A chuckle that was low had rumbled in his chest as he looked at her with eyes of blue and lavender. "Servants, Slaves, ones who have been such for all of their lives would never, ever dare to hold contact with a noble. " he spoke, with words easily coming from his maw, as if they had known each other for decades. He relaxed, and leaned back against his good arm, his only arm. "Some would strike you for it. Others scared enough of your owner to let it slide. Me, I simply don't care enough to bother. We all need a break." he explained, as he shrugged his shoulders and sighed lightly.

She introduced herself with a flurry of words, and it made him chuckle as she did as well. "And a fierce protector you are!" he commented with a laugh as he looked to her. It was nice to have someone to laugh with. He laughed with Sebastien, yes, but with the political scandals of the days, he forgot what momentary bliss was. When she asked him to remove his mask, his smile did drop as quick as the stalagmites had let their droplets fall into the pools below. He leaned forward and put his hand on his muzzle and lifted th large mask from his head. He placed it on the ground next to him and looked at her again, now with his freckles that dashed across his face so gracefully, and long hair falling from the top of his head to almost in front of his eyes, while the longer hairs fell to the sides of his face, covering most of his cheeks. "Most don't wear masks, no. Unfortunately, I am very recognizable without it, so, I use it often when I am outside of the pack. It's large, and resembles demons, so others tend to stay away when they see me, if they see me." he told her, explaining why he wore it. He didn't explain why he wore it today, but that was his business and not hers.

"If by scarred, you include this - " he spoke as he lifted his stump from under his cloak and he looked at her with a frown on his maw. "Then yes, I am like you."


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”Oh, so you’re a noble then?” Odalis blinked, as she wondered if this was why he wore his mask. Her brows rose slightly – she did not remember seeing the display at any of the suppers that Elphaba had forced her to attend. The suppers were long, drawn out things – with announcements and drinking that left everyone steeped in their own fervor. It was an event that Odalis enjoyed if only because no one stared at her, for they were too busy taking in their own splendor, comparing sparkling trinkets and eyeing positions along the ever-long table.

A servant had no where to go. She watched goblets drain before being refilled - dancing couples who disappeared just as the sway in their toes became too much. A part of her longed for that closeness, for the certainty that came with the delectable buzz of alcohol vibrating through her veins.

But here she was not allowed. Elphaba forebade her from being reckless but it was all she wished for.

She hummed softly, ”But you are inside of the pack. Surely there must be no need to hide yourself here.”

The scarred stump waved before her and she nodded thoughtfully. ”I would recognize you for that alone I am afraid.” She shrugged her thin shoulders, ”Just as many recognize me as the Queens handmaid. It is unavoidable.




>Shy


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OOC - bleepbloop WC: 412

Sweet blowing wind



She had a bit of a mouth on her, but Coaxoch found it a bit funny. He chuckled at her inquiry. "Let's just say that you do not find many servants with only one arm." he told her, motioning his stump towards her collar and lifting his pale brows as his bright eyes still looked to her. "Needless to say, I doubt that I would have my life still, if I was not of noble blood." Coaxoch nodded his head softly as his hand had been fiddling with the dirt that they both sat upon. He chuckled again, the sound a low rumble in his chest that vibrated his throat. He wondered of her life before now, before her servitude in Salsola, but, he also was sensitive enough to know that it might have been painful for a servant to think of their freedom before here, so he did not press the matter much. She likely had already told him all she wanted to, and it was not really his business to know her background, for he and she had nothing in common. Coaxoch did crave some companionship that was not of his kin, though, and this had pressed him to try to get to know this strange beauty that Elphaba often kept hidden away from the rest of Salsola.


"My mask keeps others from approaching, and if they do not know my mask, nor my ailment, they do not know who I am. I live within the Blackwoods, which obscures myself and my family, as well." he told her, as his eyes turned back to the water and he wiggled his toes and he kicked in the water back and forth idly, but not hard enough to splash up water. "Your master and I had a meeting today, and I came here to wash my fur of her scent. I do not want others to think wrongly of our queen, for my meeting with her was of business, and not pleasure. Her scent being on me could be mistaken as something more than it is." he explained to her finally, as his bright eyes turned to look back at her, the water's illumination and ripples made his bright eyes seem even brighter in the dim light.


"You, likely, are one of the only ones who have seen my mask, outside of my family members." he told her as he smiled widely, much like his father's own wide smile.


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”That’s surprising. I assume that some servants are punished for their work – chopping off an arm does not seem so unbelievable.” She scratched at her collar and wondered how it was that so many members of the Kingdom had servants, and that so many of them were comfortable in knowing that they could be abused at a moments notice. She thought of Silas – the man littered in scars and wondered what it was that had been done to him to allow for such a travesty to happen. What had he done to deserve such a thing?

”What is the point of being Nobly born if you are simply going to hide away?” Odalis watched him splash his feet in the shallow pool.

”Hm, I see.” She quirked a brow at him incredulously, ”If you wore your mask there I can't imagine that you would be easy to identify, like you said" Odalis chuckled, "What do you think would happen if you were caught with her scent on you?” The flame haired girl could not imagine Elphaba with a suitor, nor that the scent that decorated the man could bring about a set of questions that could lead down the wrong path.


Odalis clicked her teeth as a cool chuckle burbled in her throat in regards to his mask, ”My, I feel special then.”



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OOC - Bleep bloop WC: 555

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She had a point, but he had a counterpoint. He looked at her and his eyes narrowed slightly at her. "Aye, they will be punished, but what is a man without two hands? He cannot build, he cannot fight - well - and he can barely hunt. Many servants in Salsola serve a purpose, whether to cook or clean, or pleasure their masters, it does not matter, what does, is their usefulness in such tasks. It's easier to punish a servant by cutting out it's tongue than to cut off it's arm. Even a finger is better than an entire arm, you see?" he told her as he put his finger to his temple and he tapped it there a few times as he looked at her. He sighed lightly and looked away then as she had asked him another question, of what worth his nobility would be if he was going to hide away from the pack. He knew then that she must not have been impaired for some time, she might have been stared at, but maybe she was still beautiful in the eyes of others because of it. It was much different when you did not have two arms. You could not hug a woman with one arm, not the way that they want you to.

His large ears turned back on his blonde crown and he looked at her again. "Your old pack must have been much different than here. I face many challenges that others do not here, for I was cursed with this affliction as a child, so I have been like this for some time. The Tigress Queen told me that I am the first to live here without an arm, and that others would look down on me as I grew, and they have. Others see me as weak, because of my disability. It's humiliating, and I do not like to flaunt myself in front of others because of it." he told her easily as he wiggled his stump once more, as if cursing it in his mind and he looked at it with a hatred in his eyes. He sighed lightly and shrugged again to her. "Being a noble means that while they can look at me weird, they aren't really allowed to...disgrace my name for it." he spoke, and nodded his head as he looked down at his feet and he wiggled his toes in the water some more, the coolness of the water feeling good compared to this warm day.


She asked then of what Elphaba's scent upon him might mean to others, and why it was such a big deal to him. He felt his cheeks heat up and his legs stilled themselves. He let his bangs cover his eyes as he looked down at his knees and he thought about what he could say to her without it being too crass. He felt his claws pick at the stone beneath them and he slowly looked back up. "The others might question me, or her. I don't like that she touches me like she does, but I cannot deny her, it's not my place." he mumbled the words and they came out of his maw barely above a whisper. Otherwise, he gave her no alternate answer.


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He talked about having one arm as if his life had been stripped away. She had heard legends about Morenos who had sacrificed pieces of themselves in order to appease the lantern-light, wolf-dogs all eager to repent for whatever sins had come before. They had not looked at their disability as weakness, and many had coveted their own tiny piece of power as they traveled the cobble-stone streets murmuring their quiet prayers.

Odalis had never believed in following after the gentle lantern glow.

Her eyesight had been stolen by Ciprian Tenebriso. She would not allow herself to think that it had been taken from her for a purpose other than suffering. Odalis clicked her teeth and questioned him seriously, ”So what do you offer the Crown other than your families name?” She hummed softly when he asked of her home and she was forced to stare into the rippling pools as she considered the homeland that she had left so far behind her. "Yes, it was very different." A pang of nostalgia bloomed in her chest and she hummed softly. "I miss it."

”She touched you?” Surprise lit her face, and Odalis ran a finger along the lock that lay against her throat, ”Are you sure?”


>Shy


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OOC - Bleep bloop WC: 445

If you relax it will enable me to do anything I please





She asked him what he offered to the Crown, as if he could muster up his worth within a few words. He felt his bright blue eyes narrow at her and he felt his lips curl up in offense. He turned his maw away from her, but he kept his eyes pinned on her. His tail flicked lightly behind him as his ears folded back on his head. "That's something you can ask your Boss, if you are so concerned about my place." the words were hissed in spite, and he shook his head, and sighed deeply, before his only hand had gone and pushed back his bangs. His hair fell back into it's normal position when he had pulled his hand away and he leaned back on it as it touched the rocky ground behind him. When she had given him very little in terms of her homeland, he got the hint and did not bother to ask her more about it. He felt the need to make a quick quip about her home and how he had not heard much about anyone looking for a woman who was as unique looking as she was, but he resisted.

He merely looked at her, and when she had question him of if he was sure that Elphaba had touched him. His eyes still remained narrowed at her, and his ears still remained flat against his blonde hair. He leaned up again, and sat straight as he looked at her. Still, he was taller than her, and he tilted his chin up in a dominant manner. "You think that I am not of sound mind to know if she touched me or not? " he spoke with a cock of his brow as he looked at her. "Of course, I'm sure. I only speak to you of it because you are hers, no? It is not as if you can tell others without risking that she might punish one for spreading such rumors, or, she could have the lesser of us silenced." he told her as he looked at her with the same intensity that his father was known for.


"And as an oathkeeper, I will not lie to her." these ending words were more of a threat than anything as he suddenly pushed off the rocky ground and let his body go into the water. The water was cold, and he felt the need to shiver, but he did not show this weakness to the woman. He looked to her and the water reflected in his bright blue eyes, making his look upon her seem more intense than it might have been normally.


I can read your future, I can change it 'round some, too



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