[DND] the whispers hurt sometimes
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It had become a strange little ritual. Some days Odalis would come to the border of Salsola and imagine herself running off through the wood, casting off her leather collar and abandoning the rank that had been bestowed upon her. Indentured Servant. It was a title that meant nothing to no one; that marked her as a member of The Kingdoms lowest echelon. Even as she stood there, she tugged gently on the heart which clasped her collar, matching the rhythm of each movement to the slow beat of her pent-up heart.

A voice suddenly called to her, and she yapped loudly with surprise.

”Hey.” Again it came, calm and curious – ”Hey. You.”

Odalis narrowed her eyes and gazed off through the trees, ignoring the nervous flutter that began deep down in her belly. Salsola did not believe in relationships with the Outside World – that was a responsibility left for its Ambassadors and tiers of Nobility. Her head canted as she continued to scan the patches of green – and was surprised to find a wolf-dog crouched carefully between the melting snow and brush. He was brushed with a pelt of deep brown, his hands and feet dirty but cream colored – and his eyes were so dark that even from this distance she could not make out his expression.

”Who are you?” She took a step back so that she was further on Salsolas territory, but couldn’t help but continue to stare at him.

He was out there. He was on the outside.

He shrugged his shoulders and stood, obviously not concerned that she would attack or lash out at him. ”Solas.” He paused to wet his mouth, flicking his ears at her as he spoke. ”Who are you?”

”Odalis.” He took a step toward her and she held up a hand, ”No, stay there. You should leave.”

Her lips twitched in a frown, ”You should go. Now. Before someone sees you.”




Solas has come to creep - someone can come to chase him away/be mean to Odie. I would prefer if he doesn't get hurt but am cool with a chase. :>


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To rise and shine is so hard to do
When all the light has been taken from you



OOC: Heyo. Hope you don't mind me joining with Silas. Thought this could make for an interesting interaction. +400 words.


Silas had been used to sometimes wandering near the borders, especially when it came to hunting. It was easy to sometimes lose track of where he was going during his tracking or chasing some prey that he had managed to find. Other times, he sat there, gazing on the outside of Salsola's territory. Broken into this lifestyle, he would never think to try and step outside the invisible lines without a ranked member's presence or permission to leave. He had only been outside a couple of times, once to take care of a task and the other was in the company of the Quartermaster... having kept her word to take him out to his former master's grave. How he did long to go back there once again...

But only when he was allowed to.

The silent wolf wandered down the path along the borders, pondering certain things. Of course Micheal was always on his mind, the new realization he had been broken into. If only the younger male had listened to him sooner and just adjusted to the servant life without making a fuss. He never wanted to see the man to get hurt, and felt nothing but disappointment that it all had to turn out this way. He cared for the younger male, looking after him just as he would any other slave or servant... but it was part of the reason he couldn't bring himself to grow too attached to anyone. He already lost the only man he loved, had a child that could never know about him, and the mother of that child had put some distance between them since the death of their other children.

Golden eyes moved up along the path to see a familiar face. Odalis was the Boss' personal servant, someone he had only met briefly when he had stopped by the darker woman's home to take care of some chores. Now that she had a servant of her own, it was easier to focus his attention more on the Quartermaster's home, especially since Andrew had been granted his freedom to his owed debt.

Something... or rather someone else, had also caught the servant's attention. There was someone there, someone not of Salsola, but along the borders, daring to inch closer towards the female servant. Though his intentions might be something more light-hearted, such an act would still be trespassing. Eyes narrowed slightly as the silent man padded over to the two of them, his optime four-legged pose moving slightly in front of Odalis. There was very little point in doing more if the stranger took the hint, though this was also a matter of what the other servant would do. If she had any ideas about trying to get away, it wouldn't be hard for him to turn on her to ensure she was behaving.

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She wasn’t sure why he was staring at her so curiously, the dark expanse of his eyes unblinking through the trees. Odalis felt almost as if she could see a pinprick of herself even at this distance, the shock of her red hair flickering like a match tip. He was far enough away that she was still well within Salsolas borders, but she could feel the itch of her feet begging for her to take just one step outside. He smelt different – there was not a drop of Salsola to him and it made her realize that there was still a world which continued on without her beyond their winding border.

Solas cocked his head, and she saw the way his eyes trailed along beside her. Suddenly she knew she was not alone.

She hissed, ”I told you to leave. But it was too late, and Silas quietly padded his way out of the trees, the scars along his shoulders glittering like moonstone against the ruddy shade of his pelt. For some reason he made her angry, his perfect silence met with perfect obedience – his leather collar worn without a care around his thin neck. Odalis watched him approach and felt a sigh waiver in her throat – Silas would not punish her for speaking with an Outsider, he would not chase her or force her back to Elphaba’s keep.

Instead he stepped in front of her as if to protect her from the stranger, and Odalis felt herself rebel against his chivalry immediately.

”What are you doing?” Her voice was sharp like a whip, ”I don’t need your protection.”

She pushed passed him and growled softly - her expression wavering between frustration and guilt. Odalis dug her hands deep into her pockets and spun to walk back towards the centre of their territory. "There's nothing to see here."

Solas watched for a moment longer before disappearing with a rustle into the trees.





Feel free to have Silas follow after her! Smile


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To rise and shine is so hard to do
When all the light has been taken from you



OOC: +300 words.


In all honesty, Silas wasn't sure what to expect. Outsiders in their own right could react a number of ways, especially when it came to being around slaves or even servants. Kind hearted ones might try and break them out from their homes, but the broken man would see to it that this did not happen. Others might see to take advantage of their for their lesser status, but then they would see just how brutal this man could actually be.

Golden eyes remained narrowed, focused on the man on the outside that was speaking to the other servant. While he did not doubt she was able to take care of herself, she should know better about the risks of not only being near the borders, but even so much as entertaining someone on the outside.

Still, he was not expecting her to act the way she had. The wolf's head turned over his shoulder, facing the golden woman as she scolded him for trying to protect her. Ears fell back against his head. He had only been doing what would have been expected of him and making sure that she didn't get in any kind of trouble with the Boss. There were those in Salsola that were strict, and it was best to make sure to stay on their good side.

Silas' golden eyes rested on the woman, watching as she moved past him. He couldn't help but feel guilty for her sharp tongue towards him. His head moved briefly over his shoulder, resting his gaze on the Outsider before he disappeared into the trees. Since it seemed the Outsider had been dealt with.. or someone else would catch him, he paced along after the other servant.

The least he could do was apologize to her.

Picking up the pace on his hands and feet, the servant caught up with Odalis, keeping it up so that he could move in front of her. He paused, hoping she wouldn't just ignore him while he was writing. Going as fast as he could so that his words could still be read, the open page was offered up to her, 'Silas is sorry for before. Silas did not mean to upset you. Silas just did not want you to get in trouble. Silas will stay away if you wish.'

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Where Silas had been born into his role (something that Odalis could only assume based off of the obedience of his work) Odalis still struggled to rationalize that she belonged to someone, and not in the way she had dreamed of as a little girl. Here Elphaba’s hold upon her was stifling; a too tight hand wrapped closely about her throat in the form of a heavy leath collar. Sometimes she toyed with the heart-shaped locket, but more often than not she tugged at it hopefully, as if a great feat of strength would rend it useless.

The Mendicant trailed slowly after her, and Odalis felt her ears pin as she whet her lips – grunting at the sound his crouched four-legged gait made through the underbrush.

The anger in her disappeared almost as quickly as it had reared its ugly head, and she took a deep breath – struggling to push the image of the stranger from her mind. As a servant there was little new about the Kingdom, there were the same chores and the same demands – the same preening faces eager to have their goblets filled and their hearths swept. Odalis ground her teeth and spun to say something to Silas before realizing that the new sound was him scribbling frantically against his paper.

Her eyes scanned the neven lines quickly, and she allowed a frown to grind its way across her scarred face.

”Trouble!?” She glared, snapping her teeth, Trouble for what?!”

Odalis hissed, crossing her arms as she came to a standstill before the man who gazed upon her dolefully.

”I don’t need your help. I can take care of myself.” She grumbled, ”What are you doing out here anyways?”





Thank you for being so patient! Shy


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To rise and shine is so hard to do
When all the light has been taken from you



OOC: +300 words.


The anger had brought no reaction out of the silent servant. It was far from the first time someone had yelled at his, be it from someone of rank or a new slave that was still adjusting to their new life. Often at times, it was the latter that yelled the loudest. He had accepted his place, and the ranked members could easily push him around, giving them no reason to yell at him. He kept his head down, doing his work.

This woman was more of a difficult case. She was the servant of the Boss, and still seemed to be adjusting to her new place in life. Even so, she had been doing her tasks, and if she was out this way, then surely Elphaba trusted in her servant not to try and flee. His golden orbs just rested upon her as her voice rose to his written words, taking the book back into his hands so he could write again.

He had done his best to write quickly and neatly so she would not have to wait so long for a response. He offered the open page back up to her, 'Silas does not mean it like that. Silas is sure woman can take care of herself. Silas means being close to the borders. Masters might think woman is trying to escape. Silas does not wish to see other servants punished.'

Micheal's incident had been fresh in his mind. No one else needed to suffer as such.

There was a gap in the page, as if to break up his responses to what she had said, 'Silas comes out to scout the borders. Silas knows not to run. Silas saw woman with Outsider and just acted. Silas apologizes for upsetting you.'

His head moved down, out of habit to not looking up at ranked members, but more so to also put himself beneath her. Perhaps presenting himself in such a stance would help her to feel more relaxed, to take the tension away from the situation.

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She hated that servants gave in so easily – it made her want to lash out against them, to consume them completely with her ire until there was nothing left but ash. It was not their fault that they had known nothing else but whatever this was, their masters words the be all end all of their tiny putrid lives. Odalis hated that this had somehow become her normal, that she anticipated the needs of her mistress before her own. She no longer daydreamed about the wonderments of her homeland in terms of material things – she thought of the buttery Spanish sunlight and of the sounds the market made as it opened.

Salsola was hollow.

She rubbed the dirty hem of her dress and frowned again at the scribbling sound of the man writing. Her expression narrowed, ”You came to scout the borders?” She barked a laugh, ”And what would you do if you found someone? Fight them? Die for the glory of Salsola?” She paused to tap her chin, ”No, I suppose it’s smart. You have to prove your worth somehow.”

”Who owns you?”



Thank you for being so patient! Shy


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To rise and shine is so hard to do
When all the light has been taken from you



OOC: +400 words.


Odalis had so much fire and spirit left in her. It was a wonder that Salsola hadn't done more to her because of this. Was there really a greater difference between the way things were handled here and how they were handled back in Rabenuhr? One might think so, but then taking into consideration what had happened to Micheal, it was clear that those of rank were not above punishing the servants that stepped out of line.

It was far simpler to just do as one was told than try and make a fuss about it. He had enough scars to prove that point to be true.

The woman's voice only began to raise in tone, but the wolf allowed her to do so. Perhaps, in some way, taking out all of her frustrations on him might leave her with a lighter being, and be more open to the tasks that were assigned to her. He could take the beating. He could be the punching bag she needed if that meant putting her in a more receptive state of mind.

He allowed for her to get all her words out, any more questions she had before giving another written response. How much easier this would be if he could just speak.. but at least she was able to read. She'd probably think him crazy trying to use sign language.

Passing the book back, he had given her his responses, 'Silas does as told. Silas would report anything. Silas kills on command. Silas has killed for Salsola. Silas is a tool for masters to use as they see fit. Silas is good.'

He was a good servant. His former master had always said there was no one better than him.

There was a small gap in the page to answer her following question, 'Silas is a Mendicant, a servant to all of Salsola. Silas does not have one set master. Silas does as told by all equally.'

Then an idea came to his head. Quickly pulling the book back, he wrote something on the page, passing it back to her. Though it might have been a small bit of a mistake, maybe it would help. The words were quicker, but still legible, 'Silas could serve woman, if only for a small time. Silas has others things to do, but Silas wishes to make woman happier. To help woman.'

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Every slave would have their own story, one that took them from high to low – or a low that was born into and never climbed out of. Odalis looked down at Silas in a way that surprised her, for she knew that if someone looked at her in the same way that she would have snapped at them and shown them her teeth. It pained her to know that there were so many tapped in servitude who could not see beyond their title or duties – and though Odalis was not prepared to escape from the confines Salsola had place upon her… it was something that she considered in the back of her mind more and more.

”Who is Silas? Besides what your Masters have told you.”

Her eyes flashed as she handed the papers back to him, her expression incredulous. ”Why would you want to serve me?”



I'm so sorry this is so tiny - we can start wrapping up and have a fresh one if you like! Shy


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To rise and shine is so hard to do
When all the light has been taken from you



OOC: We can go ahead and wrap it up with your next post. +200 words.


Silas didn't really need to think much on her question. There was only one thing for him to say in response to something like that. Lowering his head down, he was quick to scribble out the words, offering them back to Odalis, 'Silas is nothing. Silas is a tool to be used by others. Silas does as told.'

That very saying that had been beaten into his head so long ago. He had long since suffered what happened to those that didn't listen, that disobeyed. He had adjusted, learned, and his mind was set in its ways. There was nothing that could have remained of his life before slavery. All of that had been shattered long before now, and he had since accepted the role that was placed upon him.

He had been mulling over the reasons as to why he would offer to serve her when she was already a servant herself, but there had been one main reason. There was a gap in the page before he wrote out more words, 'Silas is used to helping adjust other slaves servants. Woman is angry and Silas just wants to help. If it would make woman happy then Silas will do it.'

He waited patiently, lowering his head down to her a bit as he waited for her to speak once more.

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The man said that he was nothing.

It took Odalis aback, that a creature – a fully-fledged wolf with feelings and a history that took him back to his own birth – thought that he was nothing. The word stood out to her on the page and she felt her fingers tighten on the paper as it was offered to her. Anger rippled through her as it had so many times before, and she felt the flame in her heart burst as if coaxed to an inferno.

Fire consumed her. She could feel it in her veins and against her teeth. The back of her tongue tasted metallic – and where the mans expression lay perfectly golden all she saw was red.

The words on the page smudged as she passed it back to him, her expression lost in thought.

”If you were asked to kill someone, would you do it?”




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To rise and shine is so hard to do
When all the light has been taken from you



OOC: +300 words.


Odalis seemed to have been clutching onto his book a lot longer than she had previously. He couldn't help bit tilt his head a bit to this notion. There must have been something he wrote in there that caused her to fall silent, he gaze fixated on the pages that rested in her hands. All that he could do though was sit in silence. That book was his greatest means of speaking with anyone, and he could only answer her once it was given back to him.

Once it had been given back to him, his golden orbs noted the words he had written not too soon before. They had been ruined by the pressure of her finger tips. He had not been able to see if before on her face, but this was just more evidence that something had turned her mood sour.

He couldn't help but let his ears pull back at that thought.

Golden orbs moved up to her question. It seemed to have almost come out of no where. He was quick to advert his gaze away from her, trying to keep in line as if he were still in the presence of someone that was above him. He had accepted his place, where she had not. He thought on her question, the open page resting in his hand as he pondered how to word his answer.

In time, he took to writing, passing the book back to her. There was something different about him when he had done so this time. Rather than looking neutral, like he did in another other situation, there seemed to be an air of seriousness to his expression. His eyes had narrowed slightly, muscles tensed up.

His gaze remained down, though they glanced up every now and then to catch the look on her face. His words read out in front of her, 'Silas does as told. Former master commanded Silas to kill many, and Silas did so without hesitation. If a ranked member asks Silas to kill, then Silas will kill.' No questions asked. He was a tool from them to use as they saw fit. If they needed him to kill, then he could, and he would.

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”So if a servant asked you to do something like that…” She stared at him full on, her blind eye wavering slightly as it struggled to stay focused on his face. ”Would you do it?”

The servants here were all poised to complete any task given to them. Odalis was prepared to do anything that Elphaba asked of her, though she was only doing so in an effort to pay off her debt. The months crawled by and each day she felt as if it was a day that she had already lived. She cleaned the hearth. Set the table. Picked flowers and cleaned windows.

Everyday was the same.

Except perhaps for this one.

Odalis whet her lips and finally turned from Silas – the slave whose voice had been stolen by his masters. She pressed her fingers to her forehead and finally allowed a sigh to rippled passed her lips.




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To rise and shine is so hard to do
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OOC: +300 words.


Silas seemed to lock his gaze with her when she asked her question. Guess he should have expected something like this. When it came to the ranked members, he had no choice but to follow their orders. He was an open servant to anyone in Salsola, so he would take commands from a number of those, whomever needed him for a set task.

When it came to servants, he knew his place. He could not dare to turn on those that owned him. He knew what would be waiting for him if he dared to try and do something like that. Did she maybe have someone outside of Salsola in mind? Well maybe then something could be arranged. He needed permission to be outside the kingdom, or to be escorted by someone, but surely if he had been granted the reason to do so, he would be able to.

As he took the writing tool in hand, the silent male looked up to see that she had turned away from him, pressing her hands to her forehead before letting out a sigh. Ears pulled back as he gave his own silent sigh.

He took to writing before moving around to the front of her. He offered her the open page, but turned his head away, looking down the path. Both of them would need to be heading back in the same direction soon enough. He would have to be to the servant's quarters and she would need to be at the Boss' side. There was no much that could be done with the cards that had been dealt to them.

The open page rested in her hands once again, 'Silas will not turn on a ranked member. Punishment will only come to us. Lady must remember we are servants. Hate or love masters, we must do as told.' There was another pause, 'Silas can assist Lady with small tasks, speak to Boss about doing more work for some time. Lady must remember to behave. Good behavior is rewarded. Maybe Boss will release Lady soon if she is good.' He could only make assumptions.

He did not know the true nature of the pale faced woman that held his own debt.

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