[AW] the snows fall and the white winds blow
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a tiger can smile; a snake will say it loves you

She had an answer.

Salvia was a woman who was restless even when she could afford not to be. When she had been ill the winter before this, she had still worked. She had worked through winter frost and rain, even when she had been half-starved from not being able to keep food down.

Last winter was a distant memory and she was now and ever changing; advancing.

As always, the preparation for this feast began not the day of, but the night before. Salvia went over with Tarat which animals to bring, and she spent further time consulting Siv as to her assignments for the other slaves. Basilaris, uncomfortable facing the whole of Salsola it seemed, offered to maintain a border patrol in the meantime. Something would be set aside for him; though he was quite capable of feeding himself in the meantime.

Morning had Salvia working with Tarat, making sure that the slaughter of the sheep was done properly. They prepared the animals in various manners, including still-raw, but that was often accomplished by waiting until the last possible moment before slaughter.

Still, she was shuttling between her Capos and others, picking up slack where it was made by the absence of their slave work-force. Siv monopolized them during the cooking process, though the five men were so used to one another that they truly did not need constant supervision.

She scoffed, a little, thinking of this. Slaves were really no different than free people, save for their will and their willingness to obey. Really, unless they truly deserved it, no one was ever punished beyond reason...

Eventually, as the gray sky began to darken, Salvia returned home. She donned the outfit that Lillith had made her, adorned herself with the jewelry that was most important...and though the shaggy bear-cloak hung over it now, the scar upon her chest had been since-changed to reflect Salsola's Hand. It was fresh, and still in the early stages, but the scar was a solidification, and it meant everything.

She had sent Stannis to Siv, as had been requested, and walked towards the Ruins on her own. Abendrot would not come either, and had gone with her brother to the wilderness. The silence was welcomed, though. Salvia was going over words in her head, planning how to speak and what she would say. Everything had to be planned. Everything had to be right.

Tarat had assumed control of the Ruins in Siv's absence, though he was fast to rattle off a report to Salvia as to exactly what he had done. She did not challenge his frightful, meticulous explanation. He told her everything she needed to hear and more.

After a final inspection of the Hall itself, Salvia traipsed to the open door. Night was coming on fast, and the torches behind her were bright and warm. Surely, she thought, they might all come for that reason alone.

A deep, rolling wolf's howl rose from her mouth as her summons went forth.

lies make us evil

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OOC: yesssss packtimes!


There was certainly not a greater occasion in which it was more necessary to show civility than this; As such, Lokr was surprisingly well groomed as he hearkened to Salvia's call. Abeni had brushed his disheveled dark hair with the bone comb that she used on her own (a gift he had allowed the slave, one of her only possessions) and managed to tame them somewhat - although as he made his way towards the hall with long, tireless strides, some stray locks fell about the weeping marks on the prince's cheeks.


He had bathed today, and Abeni had scrubbed his favorite leather vest clean and scented it with sprigs of fresh winter-pine. Over the sweeping shoulders of the garment, the dark one wore a plush, earthen colored hide coat that had been likewise washed. As such, Lokr smelled strongly of the forest and little else. The shadows beneath his venomous eyes were not so deep as usual, and for once Lokr managed to look somewhat rested and of good health.


The doe had been delivered to the slaves upon his return this morning. Hers would be a short and cruel ending, he did not doubt, but there was little pity or mercy in the dark one's thoughts for the prey he had contributed. Among the feast of sheep and venison, there would be lean mountain hare and dark-fleshed pheasant that the young male had gifted to the Queen for this most grand meal.


There was an uncertainty brewing in his stomach as he arrived, first upon the scene; Quickest to heed the beckoning howl of the Tigress. She looked frightfully splendid, and the discomfort in his gut sharpened at the sight of her. "La mia Regina," His voice was soft, as always, but laced with tension for the night's arrangements. Salvia had called the pack together to feast for a reason, and she had not unraveled her plans to her paranoid ward. If her secrecy offended him, he hid it well. The shadows cast by flickering torchlight danced across his angular face, and the prince dipped his head to the Boss, and went to take a place near to her side. Narrowed pupils watched for the arrival of faces he knew, and some he did not, and most of all the faces of the golem and the siren.

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Bastion could easily remember the first Supper that there had been. He remembered the audacious nature of the slave and how he had acted out. Bastion had been quick to spring into action. He had proven to all who had been about just why he was so highly placed. But Salsola had changed since he had been away. There were so many new faces and only a few about that would remember the first Supper as a Family. It was over another Supper that he and Janos had come out as mates. Janos had wanted the family aspect and since he was such good Puppy Bastion had allowed for it. Suppers had come to have such a special meaning for Bastion as they held the most memorable moments.

When he had heard there was preparation for another Supper going on he was quite eager for it. He had no idea what would happen this time but could only imagine this would be something else that would stick in his memory. Why shouldn't it when all the others had left a precedent?

He had been watching the business of everyone scurrying hither and thither to get things completed, amusing himself by pretending that he was controlling them. He had quite the imagination and so he pretended that he was the one that was making them scatter about hither and thither. It was during this play that the call came. He moved away from the window in order to head down to join the festivities.

Janos followed the smaller male down from the tower room, trailing behind his younger lover as he typically did. While his outward countenance remained stoic and impassive his heart was warmed by just how happy and excited his mate was. He liked it when Bastion was happy. It was an outcome that he always strived for, as well as just wishing to keep his master safe from harm.

Bastion made his way for the head of the table once he had reached the area where the Supper was being held. He took his place in his old seat even though he lacked the rank to be there. In his mind nothing had changed. To him it was still his seat and it always would be. He forced Janos to sit first so that he could climb onto his mate's lap and sit rather than having to sit on his knees to reach for things on the table.

Janos looked to Salvia as he was forced to sit and gave her a helpless and apologetic shrug. He had learned long ago that once Bastion had made up his mind about something it was near impossible to change it. Because of that he just gave into Bastion's whims as the younger male often ended up distracted by one thing or another. It was much easier to give in and do what Bastion wanted than to try and fight him on it. Trying to change Bastion's mind usually ended up with the childlike male being stubborn and refusing to listen.



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It felt like it had been a great while since the last time that Arte had partaken of a pack activity. That wasn't to say that she had been unproductive. No, she had simply been outside of Salsola more and more often. She was getting back into her job and doing things on her own as well. She also had a daughter that had taken up most of her time. Granted she was still devoted to the girl now but her child had grown quickly and was able to be on her own, not that Arte particularly liked to leave her daughter all alone. Cin had completed her first shift and so she no longer had to be so dependent upon her mother for help with things. The girl was now able to do for herself should she choose to do so.

Because her daughter enjoyed a diet of aquatic life Arte made certain to go out and secure some fish from the weir to bring to the slaves for them to prepare so that her child could have her favorite food present at the feast. Or perhaps it was actually a second favorite food since the girl still seemed to enjoy nursing greatly and Arte wasn't about to keep her from doing so. She didn't want to sever the bond with her child. Cinareae had easily become her entire world and so she sought to give the girl absolutely everything that she wanted.

Cin had been left alone in order to prepare herself while her mother faced the frigid waters to make certain she would have something to eat. So when the call came she was forced to set out on her own to join in the festivities, knowing that Arte would be along in due time. She approached the quaint gathering and immediately made her way towards the Boss. She grinned proudly as she walked towards Salvia and threw open her arms to hug her aunt. "Auntie, look." She said as she backed up a pace and turned in a slow circle to show off her new form, it having been earlier in the month that she had completed her first shift.

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447 words → :)

Odessa was in quite the frenzy trying to prepare herself and her family for the Last Supper. She usually wore her hair down with natural curls and no clothing, today she wore the beautiful dress Lillith made for her and her hair was up in a sophisticated looking bun. It was a little sloppy, because she wasn't used to doing it, but she had managed to make it look decent. She was in her kitchen mentally running through exactly how the night should go. Her own appearance and demeanor was the least of her worries in all of her imaginary scenarios, as Imhoptep and the children were having serious issues. Serious to her at least. The kids couldn't find their nice clothes and her mate was just not in the mood to focus on what other people thought about them.

Unfortunately, Odessa was very much in the mood for making sure everything went perfectly. She rushed around the house and found some clean clothes for her boys and help Imhotep put his hair in a ponytail. She dabbed some flower scent on her, not enough to cover the scent of Salsola since she thought that may be offensive at a family dinner, just enough to give her a light scent of roses. She hadn't done anything particularly notable in the last year and none of her new medicines or poisons had worked, yet. She was sure she was close to a breakthrough on one formula but she hadn't let anyone know. She didn't tell anyone about her work until she knew for sure it was a success. So, naturally she didn't have anything to announce or talk about at tonights dinner. She would just be a quite observer and allow her presence to show her commitment and once she made her breakthrough in her poison she would go to her Boss and let her know in person.

She scooted her children and Imhotep out of the home and started walking towards the ruins. It was a bit of a walk so they started early, chatting with each other about meaningless things like the weather and how long it had felt since the previous Last Supper. Odessa engaged in the conversation, but she was absent minded with her focus being entirely on what she imagined tonights dinner would go like. She was pleased when she heard the call Salvia gave because it meant she left her home at just the right time, as they were close enough to not be late once they heard it. By the time they got there some others had already arrived. Odessa silently led her family and they took their spot at the table.

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Isabella Heiwa
We've been dreaming, but who can deny it's the best way of living between the truth and the lies?


Isabella wondered what the supper was going to be about. She did, though her thoughts gravitated to a few things that she thought it could easily have been. Still, she figured that this could easily have been a ploy to get the entire family together for a little supper. It was, pretty much, just a chance for the well to do in their home to put on their best and make themselves up to be the grand things they all knew they were.


Her body had been feeling odd since that night three weeks prior. She worried, but did not put much thought to it. Her cards read nothing of children, only of good tidings and health. She could pinpoint nothing ill about the situation, so she believed that the meat her slave got had been sickly or off. She was no carrion eater, but then she simply was not equipped to handle a pregnancy. Nothing showed yet, nor did her body smell of child. She hoped, though, even as she put on something more ethereal. It was something she had acquired in Freetown.


It white, gauzy, filmy, yet opaque. It clung to all of her curves as she wrapped a scarf-like belt around her torso. Slight pain and pressure there startled her, before she adjusted the wrap. The outer layer of the dress was made of a light linen, thin enough to allow light and color, but no distinct shape. She smoothed the wrap, securing it in a slight knot at her waist. The ends dangled behind her, but she figured that there was no point in caring as the rest would be seated too.


Isabella, unlike her usual gaudy self, decided that perhaps being more withdrawn would give her that ethereal sense. The pale dress certainly held none of her common allure. But this was a night for Salvia, especially if the news was what she believed. A matriarchal queen was not a matriarch until her womb filled. A light rose scent was dabbed at her neck and there only. She was among friends, or family, whichever.


The white slave had been quiet, but he had also gone to help with the cooking, bringing their personal supply of the cheaper spices that were readily found. He had hunted to bring in some game but that had been all. He hovered behind her when they arrived, out of sight as best as he could do. Isabella saw that the son of Sirius had already arrived, and groveled quickly toward Salvia. Of course he had.


"Ma Reine," she cooed, taking her rightful place beside the Boss, near the head of the table. She was, after all, the Ambassador. Siv would take the side opposite her. A holy Trinity with the duo that truly guided.




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For the past month she had slaved away. It was her duty to serve her pack, even in the simplest way she knew how; through sewing. She had several outfits to make, not only for her Queen but also a pack sister, and her sons, as well as herself. There was also a gown she had started but not finished, but this was a gift for later, not for this evening.

Because of her focus and frequent insomnia, Lillith had finished the garments and delivered them to their respectful owners days before. She had been proud of her work, and Salvia and Odessa seemed pleased with it as well, and so she had felt that she had done good.

For herself, Lillith had made a long dress of midnight blue, nearly black; it was a simple thing that wrapped around her angular frame and left her shoulders and back exposed, but she had fixed this by creating a shrug of thick artic fox furs. For her sons, she had made matching smocks; Pythius still remained in his Lupus form, and so the outfit draped over him like a blanket of blue and green. For Viper however, it had become like a poncho, draped over boney shoulders. The youth had been forced to shift far too soon.

After bathing and anointing themselves in sweet scents, the three of them set out towards the ruins and they were halfway there when the call rang out; they hurried their approach and soon found themselves among others. They entered the hall to find many already gathered, and Lillith made her way stiffly, yet elegantly, to Salvia and bowed before her, My mistress. She said softly, a pang of glee alighting in her heart to see the leader wearing what she had made, but she would not make mention of it; pride was sometimes an ugly thing.

After Pythius and Viper had greeted the Boss, she ushered them to an appropriate seat at the table. She glanced around, noting Odessa also donning the gown she had made, and also Isabella and Lokr. She felt a fire rise in her stomach for a moment, but made sure not let it show, as she swept her long dress to the side and took at a seat amongst the gathered.



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Azucena is wearing the purple one. | 500 words.

She had spent much of her day preparing for this one pack event. Azucena had never participated in one before, and wanted to make an impression this one time. She made sure to bathe - to clean her pelt and smell sweetly for all her potential male pack mates that sat closer to her at the table. She was, after all, her father’s daughter - was she not? The bathing and the dressing and the smelling good took up much of her day.

The finishing touches were just about done when she heard Salvia’s call over the skies. She brushed the knots out of her hair, quickly put down the brush and carefully slipped her dress over her head. It was purple, long-sleeved and light enough to not weigh her down - but thick enough to keep at least her arms warmer than they would be. It came accessorized with a belt - and of course, it wasn’t excluded from a few holes (but those had been patched up carefully at an earlier date). She purple, flowous dress had hung in her closet for an upcoming special occasion, and this seemed just about right.

Azucena had never really been one for clothes, but she figured she’d try it out tonight. It was always good to have an extra layer on out in the cold anyway - despite her fluffy coat keeping her as warm as she needed to be. Azucena accessorized the dress with the black belt, but being new to clothes, she hadn’t thought to wear any jewelry or anything in her hair. She wore her mismatched locks down, to fall to their wavy nature. Her hair helped to keep her shoulders a little warmer.

When she checked at last in the foggy mirror in her room and she made sure that there was nothing missing from her outfit or preparation before that, she set off - slamming the door behind her. It had not taken her that long to get to where the party was at, and as she walked through its doors, she felt her confidence start to falter. She had seen the few canines that she already knew - but most of them held higher positions than she and they were much more comfortable in their ranks than she was. Her Queen was a hardened woman; Azucena respected that about her, but it didn’t help make her anymore comfortable as she found herself walking towards the front of the banquet table to see Salvia as she noticed everyone else doing. It was her first pack event and she didn’t want to do anything wrong, so she followed the more established leaders and what they were doing.

After Lillith had turned and ushered her young ones to a seat, Azucena found herself face to face with Salvia. She bowed deeply to her, and upon rising, ”My Queen.. You look beautiful.” However, even though Azucena would have stayed for a conversation, she did not. As soon as she complimented Salvia and got whatever response she would receive from the woman, she turned and found a seat among the others. It just so happened that it was by Lillith and her sons. ”Miss Lillith, you look lovely, and your sons look just as handsome,” she spoke and smiled to each of them as she sat and smoothed her dress underneath her. She and Lillith had a cool conversation last time they spoke, and the vibe she got from the woman was not an unfriendly one.


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710 words → ooc: harpdurp. Awkward Teen Viper is here. edit: Sammiie totally shadow posted me so i had to edit my post a little bit.


His body still kept on the weak part, but he knew that his mother had been preparing for this for some time and that he had to attend. This would be his first Last Supper and now that he had been pushed to shift early, he could actually sit at the tables in a chair with the other adults who would attend. Pythius and Viper knew that there would be no other children there, for they had been the youngest members of Salsola for some time, though Viper had learned that at least one of the females in the pack was pregnant and would be having pups over the next two months. His mother primped him, and bathed him before they were completely ready for the supper, his silver hair that was long and unruly had been brushed back and down a few times by his mother only to spring back up and cover half of his beautiful, yet intense glare. When she finally gave up, the male fixed it to where it wouldn't hinder his vision as much and then he walked out of his room and finished getting ready by dressing in the green and blue smock that his mother had made for him. The young male pulled the hood back and did not wear it on his head because of his large ears that popped out from his head. He looked at his brother and groomed him lightly with his clawed hands before their mother looked over them one last time and then they headed out of the cottage and towards where the Last Supper would be held.

They had been on the way before the wolfy voice was risen to the sky and called the pack to her. The Boss. His mother urged them to hurry along, and the boys did, the tall and skinny boy and his brother. He still was small, compared to his mother and maybe some of the taller members of Salsola, but it was obvious by how skinny and tall he was already that he still had some growing to do. He felt awkward in his new skin, and it showed in the way he stood at first, his hands cupped behind his back and tail pinned to his rump as he walked along. Viper was slowly learning the manners that his real mother, Aeron, would have taught him if they had had more time in Anathema and this made the serpent boy somewhat less intense, and for this occasion, he knew that he was not to speak unless he was spoken to, which, chances were that nobody cared about him enough to even spare a glance in his direction.

They moved along silently and quickly, and once they had made it to the hallway, Viper kept his eyes at the throats and chests of others, but never rose them above those two points. He was silent and bowed lightly to those he knew were looking at him. When he, his brother, and his mother had all approached the Boss to greet her, the two boys gracefully bowed, and only Viper opened his mouth to speak. Sssono umiliato e onorato, mia regina. the boy spoke to her in his native tongue, not really knowing if the Salsolian Boss knew the language. It issss a pleassure to be here tonight, Boss. the English words came after, the soft hissing due to the injury that she probably knew that he had by now. It was sometime around then that his mother had ushered them to the appropriate seats that were for the lower ranked members, the less important ones, which happened to be Pythius and Viper for now. This felt weird to him, but he did not speak, nor did he raise his gaze from the empty plate that rested before him on the table.

It was then that the woman he remembered, Azucena had complimented both his mother and then himself and Pythius as well. Viper looked at her with his intense eyes and bowed his head to her lightly. He mumbled "Thank you." as he shifted his gaze to her. "You look beautiful yourssself, sssignora." the boy complimented the girl softly, his gaze moving from her back to the ground.

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words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name

There was as much to the way of appearance in this place as their was to actual strength and skill. A weak body could contain within it a strong mind. While Salsola certainly did not favor the feeble or infirm, someone like her beautiful adopted daughter belonged none the less. No one would dare to think of questioning her place here, when her mother had died to bring not one, but two children into the world.

And all girls became women, and to woman alone belonged the gift of creation. She could bring forth child through ways of a man, but that was not really all too difficult to find. What mattered was the woman. They had within their ranks examples of this, after all—both of her girls lacked fathers of blood, and Artemisia's child was too born to her alone. If she bore child again, Siv would do so with a man not from these lands. Itachi was her mate only in name—this too, was an example of appearance coming before all else. They did not need each other these days, with their children grown, and it showed; but they were united still in name and in rank, where it mattered most.

So careful of these things was Siv that the work had begun long before truly needed. It involved ritual cleansing, which she insisted Kynda accompany her on, and then the application of scented things to their fur. With bone-tooth comb, Siv worked her hair while she left her daughter to her own devices. All that mattered would be how she looked in the end, and Siv had realistic expectations. Kynda was extremely disciplined despite her ferocious undercurrents. She could not risk rebellion against her mother, and she was smart enough not to do so in public.

Siv's clothing was chosen as if she might herself be performing ceremonies. While her skirt was an everyday garment, she had cleaned it and redyed sections of the leather. It looked new, even if it was not. So too had she polished the chains on her hips, which remained as ever-present reminders of her other rank and what such a thing meant. She echoed this in even smaller chain braided into her hair—were it summer, she might have used dyed leather instead. Winter did not care for beautiful things, and so Siv did not boast color beyond her skirt. The raven feathers on her shoulders and chest were midnight-thousand-color, for they too had been given special attention—oiled and wiped clean, she had spent much time thinking over the thought of turning the piece into a symbol of her line. They boasted the Raven Banner already, after all.

Kynda had chosen simple clothing; she wore a leather dress layered with accents of deep brown fur—these were animals the girl had caught herself, great soft creatures with terrible voices and vicious teeth. She had procured a necklace from Freetown, and now boasted it openly. Siv did not think her overdressed, and nodded her approval.

After Kynda had gone (presumably to find Loki) another visitor had come to her doors. She had been unsurprised to see Stannis, as he had requested her aid earlier, but his true intentions had remained vague beyond this. Siv had outfitted him in clothes made from a great stag; he bore the sigil around his throat, after all. The style was simple, accenting his better parts, and of a singular dark shade. It was fitted by means of bone-hooks, and these lighter accents did him favors, Siv thought. He was too stern-faced for her liking—too hard to read—and entirely too quiet. Still, Salvia favored him, and that was what mattered.

He had offered to wait for her, but she had insisted he travel alone. This was intentional. Everything she did was intentional.

When Siv arrived, she was unsurprised by the throng of bodies. Salsola had grown in size, and there were many faces here. She, as Stannis was now doing, approached Salvia. Siv lingered long enough to allow the two to exchange pleasant words, though her eyes narrowed a little at the odd lingering touch. Her eyes flicked to Isabella, but by then the Boss was alone.

Siv smiled and dipped her head (though she did not stoop) to the blonde woman.

“You look incredible,” the Crone swooned, and admired the dress openly. “And this? I will need to see your seamstress...” the Helsi woman trailed off, and followed Salvia's gesture towards Lillith. She smiled, perhaps a little dangerously, and then excused herself.

Her seat was next to Salvia, and with the Boss still greeting, Siv took the opportunity to lean towards Isabella.

“Did you see?” She whispered, and her eyes gleamed. “Do well to watch our favorite son tonight, I think,” her voice dropped, and a deep smile cut across black velvet. The air felt electric. Anything was possible.

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she spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky

Bellatrix had spent some time preparing for the feast by fishing, she had been born by the sea, some of her earliest memories had been of coaxing food from the salty waters. Her leaf-tipped spear had been left at home in favor of a three pronged fishing spear, and she had given the fish to the slaves with strict instructions before she had returned to her cabin by the shore to prepare. The Last Supper was one of Salsola's most important traditions and she would not miss the feast.

The Last Supper offered a chance, on the surface, for the Family to be together. But things in Salsola were rarely so simple as they appeared, and she had the idea the Supper was more a chance to show off and to preen like peacocks before one another. She was of not such conseqeunce that she could lord over anyone, but she would make a good appearance nonetheless.

Vadem Sterntooth was a leatherworker of some prodigious skill and she had made him an offer to come to her in Salsola, and she would give him a place as her mate and together they would work for greater ends and means. He had accepted and she awaited his arrival, knowing full well he was taking time to craft a gift worthy of the Tigress, and she had put him to work creating an outfit for herself as well. A black leather vest and skirt, she had been surprised by its beauty. Her bird necklace was in place about her throat and a few black and white bird feathers had been attached to the shoulder of her vest, and she had taken time to braid her long off white hair. Despite the cold the coywolf had bathed, her body smelled richly of sea-salt and smoke — she had not been able to abide the cold after her bath and had shuddered by a fire as she braided her long hair.

Some of them, she knew. Salvia was ever respected (and feared) and Lokr was a male of great interest to the D'Angelo. Bastion was ever strange, Artemisia and Odessa more of her kin, and some of them she did not recognize. She was careful to not let her eyes rest on Siv — she was unsure who she feared more, the Tigress or the Crone — and she lingered a moment to make sure she approached Salvia once the hulking giant of a Crone had went to sit. "You look amazing, Boss." The words were spoken in German, the tongue of the children of the mountain, those wretched wolves that carried the blood of Tak. She bowed her head deeply to Salvia after she spoke and headed back towards the table to sit, taking a spot relatively near the young Viper and falling into silence. She was watchful as she sat though, gold-green eyes scanning the others as she seated herself. They were a Family but they were each driven by a mutual egocentricity, attracted by their shared desires for secrecy and power, and the Family was as much a place to feel safe as to be afraid.

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He heard the call but did not leave right away, for his mate was heavy with child and he preferred she take her time carrying such a gift. Wisteria, however, was eager to leave, she would not be late, while Aedan insisted they wouldn’t. He was dressing in his white fox fur mantled cloak, the once, faded blue of the heavy material dyed crimson now. The bloody hue was striking against his golden fur, and would not be ignored, the white a contrast to it while being practical and warm against his nape and shoulders. The cloak, itself, had been washed as well as dyed, just like his pelt which had been washed and brushed to a shine. As he draped it about his scarred frame he paused to admire the clasp. It was a handsome thing, a fortunate find, and unexpected. The metal appeared golden, but it could have been bronze, either way it had been polished to a shine. The metal clasps were secured by a chain of the same metal in the middle and had been crafted in the shape of lion’s heads. Powerful creatures, and to his liking. Now, this, was something a noble would wear, as he, a Warden was just that.


Aedan appeared changed since the last time he’d met with any of his family. His once long platinum mane had been cut shorter, but long enough for some strands to fall into his face to frame his charlotte blue eyes that only seemed to become sharper with age when they should have began to dull. The cut on his chin had since healed, the scar straight, though it split the buttermilk hue of his fur. He smelled fresh, brisk like this winter’s night and had bathed with fragrant woodland scents.


Wisteria, too, was bathed, her true white pelt shining brilliantly in the light of their hearth fire. She was glowing, and for an entirely different reason. Her belly was swollen and heavy and she’d taken to resting longer hours as the babes grew inside her while Aedan and their step-daughter tended to her doubled appetite and other various needs. He stood and walked beside her to caress her swollen belly, draping her in her own hide cloak with his other hand. She wore her earring and a few golden chains, her body clothed in a long-sleeved maxi dress that was both simplistic and elegant on her long, womanly frame. It was a muted dove grey-brown and she filled it well. Her showing belly was bound to make enough of a statement she didn’t feel the need to stand out.


Once they were properly dressed Aedan led his mate carefully out their door and to the Hall, assaulted by the aroma of food both cooked and raw once they drew near. He led his mate in as they moved to greet the Boss in all her savage glory. “Bonsoir, ma Riene. You look radiant.” Aedan smiled, bowing his head as his platinum mane fell to either side of his blue eyes, he then touched his muzzle to either of her cheeks, Wisteria doing the same after him with a warm smile.


“Ya look an’ smell lovely, my Queen.” She said in her motherly, if mildly husky voice. Aedan did not linger over long. He spotted two seats across from one another towards the higher end of the hall and pulled a chair out for his mate, carefully pushing it in once she’d seated herself as he swept to the other side to his own chair and sat, the light of the torches and candles dancing dark, eerie shadows across his crimson cloak. The coolness of his gaze washed over all of his Family, smiles given to those he knew, gazing at his lower-ranking acquaintances full on, while averting his gaze to those above him. He dipped his head with respect to the Crone giving her a knowing glance. Whatever it was she had brewed had done it’s work, the evidence seated across from him at the table.

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VIOLETA ROSE SOUL
I feel the gravity of it all


Sorry for lateness and thanks for waiting :)

She always looked forward to Salsola’s Last Suppers, both with glee and a small, hard ball of anxiety. Timid and fragile beings as she did not belong in such a place as the Thistle Kingdom. Yet, she somehow did, and it was a strange place the young fairy-tale canine adored with all the might she had in her warm heart.

And, as traditions bade, she spent much of the day preparing for the great feast. It was much too cold to bathe in iced rivers and lakes, but she had heated snow over the fire and watched pristine white turn see-through and warm. Once the water had reached a decent temperature, she had cleaned herself. Using her beloved comb assembled from animal bones, she had groomed her gilded hair until it shine with almost ridiculous radiance, disturbed only barely by its natural waviness. And at last, she took a small amount of tallow and rubbed it in her palms, and carefully rubbed the oily content into her hair.

Siv and Kynda were ready and departed before Violeta and her father, and the girl had hurriedly put on the silver bird necklace and two bracelets of pretty and warmly hued amber. Her jewellery did not go well together, ideally, but she was a child blessed with both silver and gold, and so her simple ornaments somehow did find a common balance. Although she was tempted to leap into the poncho, which was the warmest piece of clothing she owned (and frequently used this cold season), she put on a simple sleeve and shoulder-less dress made of soft leather, bleached to an imperfect hue that should have been ivory, but was instead a soft cream colour. It was simple, rimmed simply with tiny beads of small white rocks that by themselves barely held any value. Yet, she thought it was a pretty piece of clothing, and she had waited for the occasion to use it. And today was that day.

As she stepped outside, her reaction to the cold was on the brick of violent. She found Itachi waiting there, and his scarlet eyes spent only a moment watching her trembling before he moved to her, carefully removing his black, chaos-starred coat to put it on her. ”Thank you, father,” the young woman gratefully smiled, and she put her hand into his. Itachi never made a fuzz out of dressing himself up for these occasions, but he was usually always clean and presentable anyway.

Together, they entered the premises of the upcoming event, and while Itachi kept it to a respectful mix of a nod and a bow before their strong leader, Violeta gave a curved, elegant curtsy, craning her neck before Salvia. ”My Queen!” She smiled, turning around and taking only a short moment to look about at new and old faces before finding the rest of her family and hurrying over to them, all while still holding tight to Itachi’s hand. Once she reached Siv, the physical bond to her father was released, and she stepped up close against the warm darkness of her mother for an embrace before she found a seat suited for her mediocre rank. She sat down once Itachi too had found a seat. After stealing a short, blue-eyed peek at the dark and strange Revlis, she moved her full focus to their leader, full of anticipation. The black and red coat about her shoulders was forgotten, and the girl unconsciously snuggled into the added warmth it provided.
 


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paint a horror upon you
O O C • [ 522 ] • I know he isn't accepted yet but I wanted to squeeze a post in before things got too far along. ^^'

The great shadow arrived with perfect punctuality, his long strides carrying him into the ceremony hall at an unhurried pace. As was expected of someone in his position, a lowly Associate with everything to prove, the innately high held head and tail of the dark beast were carried low, ears tipped to stern and broad shoulders slouched to bring that great height of his down to a more acquiescent level. Submission was becoming less of burden upon the D'Angelo male the more time he spent in such a display, and what used to put an unrelenting ache between his shoulders now contributed nothing more than a dull throb. The normally unruly black strands that hung rebelliously in his face were, for once, groomed back with the rest of his neatly combed hair, which hung at his back bound loosely near the tips. As instructed, he had bathed and scented his fur with something light, fresh, and pleasant to the nose, braving the bite of winter's breath by leaving his ragged cloak behind in favor of looking presentable, instead of the wayward vagabond the worn black material and bear fur disguised him as.

Sanguine sights were already set upon their target as his statuesque form moved through the room with an apparent grace one would think him incapable of due to his above average size. Striding up to his Queen, he waited patiently behind a few other well-wishers before his moment came, his head dipping and shoulders dropping in a slight bow before the Tigress. "Good evening, my Queen." Though the words would have sounded so much more eloquent in the borrowed tongue of Italian he had learned to fluency in his travels, the great shadow had such articulacy in his voice that any language would sound so refined. His gaze rose to her face briefly as he moved a few paces back from the Queen before turning away and shifting his attention to the crowd, ruby reds quickly sweeping past each face they came across as he moved to find a place to settle down. Each gaze he caught was met with a well-mannered dip of his maw, all save for any slave that dared glance in his direction.

Upon his kin his rubicund gaze lingered for a few seconds more, as did the courteous dip of his maw, but not so much as to suggest he held them in higher regard than anyone else. Family, the dark beast had come to understand, was something wholly important to the pack, and while the entirety of its collective was now considered part of his own, he could not help but feel a certain measure of detachment when comparing them to his blood kin. This was not in the slightest bit outwardly apparent, and he imagined with time and a greater amount of effort put into getting to know his packmates that feeling would begin to wane. Finally coming to a place he felt comfortable settling down in, the towering brute lowered into a seated position, his gaze moving to linger upon nothing in particular as he waited for the evenings festivities to begin.

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In the wake of the earthquakes that had shattered her world, Salvia had rebuilt.

These things showed in her careful poise and easy smile, in the way that she looked so terribly welcoming and dangerous all at once. This Kingdom had given her the title of Tigress, and in doing so locked themselves inside the cage made of Law, which Salvia followed to such depth that she turned worlds upside down to make it so.

It was Lokr who came first, and she greeted him the way Sirius had always greeted her. Though formal, it was decidedly...more.

A small figure, followed by a towering one, came next. The blonde woman's face crinkled sourly at Bastion's behavior, and she made a sharp gesture to Janos. It was not proper, and she would not allow it.

The scowl on her face vanished at the sight of a yet smaller shape, though this one was familiar. Her niece resembled Artemisia, and the Boss spoke this aloud before patting the girl on her head.

“When you are ready,” she said to the child, careful to address her directly. “You may come to me for your task.”

She dismissed them to sit as another relative arrived, and with her whole family Odessa moved to sit and Salvia watched her quietly, distracted by Isabella's arrival.

Something seemed odd, she thought. Perhaps it was the colors the woman wore, or the way she smelled. Salvia could not place it, but did not let the thought linger. Lillith's arrival boasted her own garment, which Salvia thought remarkably eye-catching, and she greeted the Trombetta clan properly before they sat. Azucena trailed after them, and Salvia smiled broadly at the girl. She had settled well in Salsola, Salvia thought, and was glad to see that she was friendly with others of the Family. This was how they survived.

When Stannis came, Salvia spoke hushed words to him. They touched arms, again, and he went to sit at the far end of the table. As an Associate, he had no place next to the Family.

Salvia watched him go and met Siv, and said nothing to her.

Bellatrix was greeted with pleasantries, pleased that this cousin had embraced their culture so openly and so quickly. It was promising.

Her uncle and aunt arrived, and she was formal with them, perhaps even to the point of mockery. She thought that this was a little secret joke between herself and Aedan, for he had been so callous with the southerners that she despised.

Another cousin came, this one with his daughter, and Salvia saw too much of China in the girl even now. That bad eye and thin build were flaws, but Violeta's parents were too important for anyone, even the Boss, to think ill of the seraph of a girl.

Her siblings came next, gold and purplish-black, and they dressed in goods that had obviously come from Freetown. Kynda sat on one side of Violeta, and Loki on the other. They dropped into conversation with their sister almost instantly, and Salvia let her gaze wander back to the door.

Scorpius, all midnight save for that white mask, was a new sight but not an unwelcome one. He had chosen Salsola over his birthplace. He had chosen properly.

The last of the arrivals were her sisters, trailing after her brother and mother. Miqui came sometime before them, though he did not speak much and hardly socialized beyond his obvious interest in her sister.

Salvia counted them all, found the number right, and took her place at the head of their great hall. She stood until, one by one, the conversation quieted and everyone sat. A daughter of showmanship and pretenders, she knew how to capture a room. It came, in addition, with the rank she carried.

When the Boss spoke, everyone listened.

“Another winter has come to our lands,” she began, voice carrying through the torch-lit hall. “It has been two winters pass since we first came to this place and made it our home. Many of you were there then,” she paused to let her eyes flick, indicating a fair number of the pack. “And still are before me today. Salsola has survived because we are strong—we are strong as individuals, and we are strong as a Family. Remember this in the long nights to come; when the weather turns we will begin true enterprise.”

The Boss paused, again, and let her gaze drift to Isabella...and to her other Tradesmen, as well, and those who she knew had worth to present in such positions.

“We will set up an permanent space up in the Outpost, in order to better facilitate our trade. Our goods are many, and our craftsmen some of the finest in this land. We stand to profit.”

It didn't really matter, she thought, but Salsola's wealth meant it's growth. They needed more; they always needed more.

She looked ahead, suddenly, and her voice rose.

“Bellatrix, Azucena, Bastion; I name you Confidants, and thank you for your services to our Family. Lillith; I name you Warden, for all you have made and all you have brought here,” and she smiled, a little dangerously, at the thought.

“Aedan, you bear the proof of what you were willing to sacrifice for Salsola. Beyond that, you have made my aunt a very happy woman,” Salvia teased, though it was apparent that the two were expecting children soon. “For these things, I name you Henchman.”

“Lokr,” she called, and looked to her dark ward. “Know him now as Cazador, and further, know him as Henchman.”

Then, as the silence lingered, she looked at one final face.

“Stannis, of the Clan Winters and the House de le Poer, you have served Salsola as an Associate since before your arrival to our land. I name you Confidant. Approach,” she ordered.

He did so. This had been planned. Everything had been planned.

Salvia was handed, by Tarat, a bundled good. From within, she produced a cloak—it was fashioned much like one of her own, with a great shaggy sheepskin around the shoulders. A deep, rich brown, the pale fur offset the color. It was simple, lacking adornments. Salvia herself had made it.

“Let all who see here now know this—this man is bound to me, as mate and as Family, from this day forth.”

She pulled the cloak onto his shoulders, an intimate gesture, a practiced one. To her right, Siv rose. It was like a mountain thrust up from the earth, and for a half-moment, Salvia thought the woman might have done anything--

“The Gods of our Family look upon this mateship as a blessing,” the Crone cried. “A drink, to the health of our Boss! A drink as blessing!” She shot a fierce look to Kynda, who echoed her cry and held aloft a cup made from a horn.

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Salvia greeted him with the intimacy of a mistress. He had recognized for some time now that she had made him not just her ward, but her own, in the way that only a goddess could command such immense loyalty. He thought he understood, now, his purpose and his place. The world was shifting, but for once Lokr matched it in stride. He had eyes and ears everywhere; saw everything, missed nothing, and in misguided arrogance thought that he had perhaps thwarted (or at least delayed) whatever horror the witchkin had been brewing in their secretive way, with his vigilance and his ferocity.


This self-satisfaction should have left him feeling relaxed, and it might have, were it not for Salvia's greeting. There was something new in the way that their faces rubbed lightly, something flawed in the grasping of hand to wrist. Deeply unsettled, Lokr's cruel and acidic eyes were left only to watch the parade of ambitious serpents that Salsola called a Family as they came, one by one or in tight clusters, to sit in the long-hall of the Tiger Queen.


Many faced he recognized; Some were met with lingering glances, a slight nod of acknowledgement. Artemisia, Odessa, Lillith - All women who held some small fragment of trust, though he sensed the witchcraft in each. Isabella came, and she was resplendent enough that his eyes lingered perhaps too long, and when he looked away at last it was with a scowl etched into dark and angular features. The mountain golem came too, and the earth rumbled with the power of her, but his narrowed pupils were viciously triumphant as they observed her. I have kept her safe from you. For now, at least, but each victory must be savored.


Finally, finally, the last stragglers came - They were favored with ill looks of disapproval, for to be late was to insult, and Lokr had no time for a lack of punctuality. He took his seat, and silence fell as all eyes rose to the silver Queen.


The uneasiness flooded him as she spoke. Salvia was a flawless linguist, her voice rich and ruthless and engaging, but he sensed it still. Nervousness? Something sat ill beneath the woman's armored exterior, and as she continued to speak his eyes ranged the table, memorizing each face, each expression. A polite sound of approval was made at each of Salvia's promotions, and when his own came, Lokr met her eyes - And was again unsettled, when he should have been filled with pride. Something is wrong, he thought, with the premonition of a drowning man.


It happened, then, slowly enough that his brain foundered and did not anticipate the truth of what was happening. Narrowed pupils watched the Irish man as he walked the breadth of the long-table to stand beside the queen. A slave brought the garment, and still he was confused, uncomprehending. Then, devastatingly, it dawned on him - And Salvia said the words, wedding herself to the man from across the seas.


The roar of approval that came first from Siv, but then swelled across the room, was deafening to his ears. He looked to Salvia, but it seemed she would not meet his gaze - And then his eyes slide, disbelieving, to the mountain golem herself and he understood; This had been their plan all along, and he had failed to stop it, failed to even see it coming. Fury burned like fire in the back of his throat, and the succulent scents of the roasted meats smelt like bile and decay to him, and every nerve within him burned with anger. His hands, previously resting lightly on the table-top, curled into fists to stop their trembling.


He rose abruptly, terrible eyes filled with green fire as they seared the golem and the siren, but there was nothing he could do here, not in-front of the Family, not with their eyes looking on. "Such wonderful news," He said, and it amazed him how steady his voice was, how cold and flat and unaffected when his insides were alight with flame. "Forgive me, my queen, but I must- I fear I've taken ill." His eyes did not look to Salvia, fearing what he might do should he linger; and unable to stay a second longer in the fire-warmed halls, the prince turned and stalked from the table and out into the cold night, the dark cloak flapping at his heels.

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Odessa was excited about dinner and to hear if Salsola had any interesting news that she should know of. Recently she had been so stuck in her own mind that she had little understanding of the world moving around her. Every once and a while at home she would glance at Sol and Ankh and wonder where the time went. She had no time for that tonight as her focus was entirely on watching her mate and children so that they didn’t embarrass her. She had lifted her head a few times to see who came, or when she recognized the voice of someone she hadn’t seen in a while. Admittedly, the latter acknowledgement was more to check for untreated or poorly managed wounds than anything.

The final thing that tore Odessa from her task of watching every breath her children drew was Salvia when she began her speech. “Has it been that long already?” Odessa thought to herself, feeling as if she had only sat seconds before but at the same time knowing she was one of the first here. She brushed out the bottom of her dress and looked at Salvia attentively. A trade booth! That excited Odessa, she was sure she could help there. She had many valuable mixtures for healing and poisoning. Then again, as she thought deeper sharing pack medicine may not be the best thing they could do. She could only imagine the horror if someone used their own poisons against them.

She went through the rank shuffle, which was as surprising as it was tedious for Odessa. There was no change for her, but Aedan got a higher rank which made having him over for family dinners even more nerve-racking. Lokr got promoted as well, and Odessa was happy for that as he was always genteel and pleasant when he asked her for help. Although, it was probably less about his attitude and more about how he actually did ask her for help. Then what really shook Odessa, a mateship to someone she had never even seen. Who was this guy? Had Odessa had her head so high in the clouds that she genuinely didn’t know the male Salvia was now, so suddenly, mated to? Then came the sinking understanding that this man was now one of her leaders and she wasn’t pleased at all.

Still, when Siv rose, and then Kynda rose, Odessa could do no other but follow suit and rise with her glass also in the air and a horrified smile on her face. Her family took immediately to following her and also rose with their class. Odessa could make no words, so she just made a sound of excitement and happiness. With her “hoorah” in the air she froze, a thousand things going through her minds. The most prominent of which was the repeated comfort that she trusted Salvia would not pick a mate that would purposely make Odessa’s life harder. They were cousins, she was sure to be safe from unnecessarily being picked on or, god forbid, demoted. More than that Odessa believed she was helpful and obedient to a fault. She didn’t have anything to worry about.

Her family echoed her cheer as well, and then to her astonishment Lokr dismissed himself. He was sick? Her immediate instinct was to run after him and force upon him some meadowsweet or bistort. She couldn’t though, as even when she sat back down she felt frozen to her place.

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(599) Sorry for the length, wow. First post with Loki back so hopefully that's excused. 8D;


Kynda found him, and Loki accompanied her to the torchlit hall, falling in step with his larger sister. His gait was smooth, refined, the brisk steps of some nobleman confident in his place -- though he secretly feared the Supper this day. He'd done his preparations, contributed what meat his traps had caught, and he was well-groomed -- dressed in Freetown garb, metallic gold and silver adorning his body as counterpoint to his natural markings. Loki looked almost vain, pompous, with this decoration -- if not for the wicked way his teeth shone as he grinned at the gathered Salsolans, and the clever way he moved, and his wary eyes. They danced over those already seated as he followed his sister, only briefly flickering over those he knew -- Artemisia was offered a more genuine and boyish smile -- and alighting longer on those he did not.


There were strange men in Salsola now, Loki knew, and felt. Strange men and women, newcomers. He'd noticed, even if he'd busied himself with his traps and with his secrets (the scars healed under his fur), and he fretted. Born into Salsola, he'd had an advantage no former Outsider could wield; he'd been born into this, molded by it. To lose this advantage frightened him, shook his need to be valued. Loyalty ran deep in his veins, loyalty cultivated carefully by Siv, and it made him desire to be useful all the more.


He bowed to Salvia before he took his seat, addressing her in accented, quiet German -- telling her she looked strong as she did lovely. And he sat down on one side of Violeta, offering her a friendly nudge with his snout before his dark ears flicked up toward the Boss. He waited. Watched more strangers pass by. And it fell silent as Salvia spoke.


The news pleased him, first -- filled him with pride, and a sharp interest when the Outpost was mentioned. His experiences in Freetown had warmed him to the idea of trade and bartering even more. He smiled, tail twitching off the chair, but then the expression froze on his face when the promotions were announced. He glanced to the named individuals, smiling, pleasant -- but then a Warden and Henchmen were named.


Lillith he liked; the sting was less. But Aedan and Lokr ranked above him now -- an old man and a newcomer to the pack Loki wasn't sure he could trust. Strange men.


Loki's eyes slid to his food, and he picked at the edge of the table, appearing bored though he offered the two the same glances he'd given the Confidants. He would not incite suspicion. Siv might know, she knew him best, but he was upset. He knew it was his fault -- Holly, he thought -- but it stung all the same. He just knew he'd have to mend this.


The name of another strange man rose -- Stannis -- and Loki glanced up again. This announcement was unexpected to him, and his eyes widened as he stared at the dark de le Poer and back at the Boss. He was confused, a moment -- Salvia he saw standing alone, without a male -- but then his mother cried out, and Kynda did, and Loki took up the cry as well. Even as he grinned and shouted approval and congratulations, his eyes slid to Lokr -- why was he leaving? -- and he knew that there were still strange things and strange men he'd have to understand if he wanted his rank.


But first, the feast -- because speaking with his pack mates and sharing in their pride was just as important as sneaking in the dark.



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The great shadow settled down where the rest of the Associates were permitted to sit, far on the opposite end of the table of those much more elevated in rank. The last few stragglers had found their seats and before long the hall was packed with wolves, coyotes, and all manner of hybrid, each seemingly vying for the Queen's attention as she took a moment to survey the scene and take note of who was in attendance and who remained absent from the occasion. She stood proudly at the head of the table and waited until the din of voices diminished to silence before speaking; her voice rising in resonance as it flooded the hall, filling it with every measure of might and power she herself carried. Sanguine sights remained focused upon the Tigress as she went on from one topic to the next, only sliding away when she spoke someone's name, praising them and elevating their rank. The matter of rank was not a chief concern of the dark beast, not yet anyways. He had only been a member of the pack for a few weeks and had yet to prove himself to the Queen, but he would have his moment in due time. He would see to it that his worthwhile skills would not go ignored for much longer.

Everything that happened seemed entirely routine until the Queen summoned the male seated near him up to the head of the table, those ruby reds of his eyeing the one called Stannis closely as the male made his way up to the Tigress. The crowd seemed surprised when she named him her mate, though everyone seemed to follow the Crone when she raised her cup in celebration of their union, lest their silence be any sign of discontent. Scorpius too brought his glass above his head, though no words escaped the dark beast. He had no strong opinions for or against the sudden union, but it seemed Lokr was not entirely pleased. His eyes found their way to his sponsor as the male shot up from his seat and excused himself from the festivities, marching out of the hall like someone had lit his tail on fire, or what was left of it anyways. A bemused frown found its way to his half hidden features but did not linger there for very long. He did not know what had come over the newly appointed Cazador, but he aimed to find out. For now however, Scorpius lingered where he sat, enjoying the socializing and merriment such an occasion would bring, in his own silent brooding way.

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I wish I knew who was sitting by her so she could awkwardly stare at them :| Was there a posting order that I failed to acknowledge? | 300+ words.

While Azucena sat there surrounded by the few friends, or acquaintances, she made in the pack in the few moths she had been there, she felt somewhat at home. She should have felt completely at home, but she couldn’t. Not just yet. She wasn’t loved or known enough to feel completely at ease. She felt she was still walking on eggshells around others. She needed to climb higher on the ladder to sink deeper into Salsola’s cushion.

Her eyes had been briefly set on Lillith and Viper, and his brother Pythius. The boys were pups not too long ago and they were growing, quickly into fine young men. When Viper complimented her appearance, she couldn’t help but smile; she would have blushed if she wasn’t covered in fur. ”Thank you, Viper,” she spoke proudly. A little compliment was all she needed to know she looked fine that evening.

Their Queen began to speak again, and everyone simultaneously hushed and turned their eyes upon her. Azucena felt a little more confident now and sat back in her seat, but swiveled towards the woman. Her lavender eyes watched Salvia – how magnificently beautiful she was and how she commanded everyone’s attention with such ease. She spoke about Salsola surviving two years already, and about their spot in the Outpost; but what came next, Azucena wasn’t expecting at all. Her ears perked and Salvia completely commanded her attention when she announced her name, and eventually her promotion. Suddenly, Azucena’s tail swayed gently behind her seat and a large smile stretched on her face. She looked over at Viper, and then at his mother as she heard her promotion as well, ”Congratulations, Lillith.” She dipped her head in the woman’s direction. She was still up there – but Azucena was climbing the ladder too. She must have been doing something right.

There was a pause, and Salvia continued – after naming all her promotions. She continued about a man named Stannis – and she recalled that she heard of the name before. At least here anyway. It was surprising what came next as Salvia named the man her mate. She wasn’t aware of the relationship between them, and honestly couldn’t even picture Salvia being romantic with anyone, but The Boss’ words were clear: this man was to be her mate.

There was another – a man who bowed deeply before the Queen before she announced her wonderful news – but he quickly made himself scarce afterwards and Azucena couldn’t imagine why. Maybe it was because she was out of the loop with everything going on behind closed doors around here. She didn’t have a friend that she could trust to gossip with.


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