[DND] Come and play the guessing game
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#1
Quote:A winter storm struck during the night, blanketing Salsola with a considerable amount of snow. While the blizzard's conditions have passed, the snow is fresh and pristine. You can play with a fellow Salsola member or you can use the snow to your hunting advantage for this prompt.

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They had been stuck in overnight as the weather turned inclement and it seemed to dump inches of snow atop the already thin layer that had lain there before. They had sat by the fire, eating the last of whatever tubers had been saved in the old cellar roasted on the fire with the cuts of hare and covered in rosemary. She had been quiet throughout the evening, enjoying the snacking but not enjoying her aunts very existence in the space.

Isabella's presence had been a buffer and a mercy, but Victoire had retired early and watched the snow fall outside the long length of stitched together hide that covered the window to protect from rogue snow and sharp winds. At some point, she had passed out asleep, curling into the wall and covered with the various hides that acted as bed and blanket for the brother and sister, who still had not quite remedied their issues.

In the morning, she was not the first to rise, nor was she last. Her grandmother handed her a chunk of roasted hare and a cup of tea and watched her eat and drink both before she patted her on the arm an don her way. Isabella seemed adamant that whatever had happened ought not affect their feeding, which Victoire had to admit was wise. Were she not handed food, it was unlikely the girl would have eaten at all.

The snow was so high. Her eye sparkled as she saw the thick white expanse, though footsteps had marred the path outside their doorway. Clearly her brother had already gone on his way and her aunt was still asleep. Small mercies. Looking back at her grandmother, who was sitting rereading some old book for the umpteenth time with a cup of tea, she quickly shifted down to four legs. She wanted to have some fun to throw off the hard melancholy that overtook her lately.

Into the snow she romped, splashing the snow about, as though it were not a powdered ice that lay thickly around and afoot. She laughed for what felt like the first time in ages as she rolled around in the snow, coating her back and face with the stuff. Victoire was so grateful for the double coat she had inherited; it kept her so warm that she barely felt the chill.

She spotted a snowbank, and launched herself like a torpedo into it. Snow bunched up atop her and settled on her face. Her nose stuck out and her eyes peered out. Somewhere behind her, her tail was not quite covered and waved its curly-self as though proud. That nose twitched as she sniffed the air, smelling someone walking past the common pathway in the ruins. Snow was fun. It really was.

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<div class="title">Victoire Heiwa</div>
<span style="margin-bottom:1px; font-family:'Amatic SC', serif;">How did I live in a kingdom of thieves and people who say things they don't really mean, really mean</span><br>
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#2
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Odalis tugged at the collar as she walked, a new habit that she had picked up since receiving the gift from Salsolas Queen. She wasn’t sure why she did it, for try as she might the thing was secured firmly by the heart shaped padlock that lay against the hollow of her throat. The thing weighed the collar down and prevented it from twisting about her thin neck. Her fingers traced the pendants edge and she sighed softly – ignoring the shadows of the ruins which crept along beside her.

The longer Odalis stayed with The Queen the more she learned about Salsola as a whole – there were rules here that were not so different from the Onuban Courts, though many of the bloodlines were not so old as hers. In Onuba Amaranthes were known for a great many things; for their fiery personalities and impeccable taste – for their beauty which extended to all things. Odalis dreamt sometimes of her Grandmothers Andalusians, the thick necked Spanish beasts kicking up dust as they thundered through the fields.

In Salsola she was nothing.

O’Riley had told her to obey. It was a difficult balance to achieve, for Odalis longed to feign disinterest or to snap in the face of the Salsolan Nobles – but always she came back to the same realization:

She could die here if she was not careful.

Odalis knew nothing of her debt, save for the fact that she would work for as long as it took to pay the thing off. She would need to earn back pieces of her life while taking heed of the sharks which swam at all times about her. To dull whatever feelings she had about the place she dedicated herself to the tea which numbed her to her bones. The mushrooms were for the quiet space that came just before Elphaba went round to blow out the candles, and the cigarettes were for the long walks she took on her own when her chores were complete.

It had become a habit borne of Salvadore Sadira. She thought of him as she wandered – and of the others who had come and go through her life like ghosts. She wondered about Ichabod Bertram; the long-eared coyote with the sad eyes and warm accent. There was even Mistral; the sad queen who had wanted so much more for her life than what the world had been prepared to give her.

Her lips tweaked at the memory of the woman’s death, and she frowned as she gazed out over the drifts of snow.

Odalis wore a sweater that had been patched too many times to count, the moth-eaten holes stitched messily with thread of all colors. It was another item that had been given to her by whoever had once live in the tiny room, and she hid cigarettes in the wide pockets and attempted to protect herself from the cold. Since leaving the Court Odalis had become thin and waifish – and her shoulders suck out at new angles from beneath the sweaters thick weaving.

She scratched behind her ears before tugging once more upon the collar, before the sound of crunching snow gave way to a peering face and wagging tail as someone rolled through the snow.

The smoke trailed along the path which she had travelled, and Odalis offered an attempt at a friendly smile to the girl who bounded through the snow.

"Hi." She wasn't sure what else to say.



Oh hello der


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#3
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She waited. Patiently, she waited. It was not her forte and impulsiveness was one of her many flaws. But that moment was one of the few instances where she would happily wait for whatever it was would come. There were a handful of folk that she would happily ignore if they came by, but she tried very hard not to think about them and the consequences that would be incurred if they were the unfortunate ones to pass her by. The Mafioso were out of the question, as were most of the Faction folk beyond her brother and his wife. Everyone else was terrifying.

And her patience was rewarded with a safe target. Except, she was punished preemptively for her mischief with the person already spotting her without a qualm or hesitation, ruining the illusion that she was a predator in the snow, ready for a hunt.

Victoire scowled in her snow pile. With a bit of a push, she rose, cascading snow off her head and back into soft mounds beside her. With a quick shake, the powder flew and more of it fumbled off her spine. She glared at the unknown female, not recognizing her, but noticing the color and the scar upon her face, the marks that suggested she was owned. A slave, as her aunt would call it, but never mind her, the thought of that woman sent nausea through her throat.

Well done, you've ruined the whole surprise. It was supposed to be fun, you know, and now? she complained, barely more than whining as she shrugged her shoulders as best as she could on four legs. She glared up at Odalis. Who're you? A mendicant? she asked firmly, but somehow not unkindly for their rank discrepancy.

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<div class="title">Victoire Heiwa</div>
<span style="margin-bottom:1px; font-family:'Amatic SC', serif;">How did I live in a kingdom of thieves and people who say things they don't really mean, really mean</span><br>
<a href="https://wiki.soulsrpg.com/index.php?n=Packs.SalsolaAdoptables"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/6rQpoaQ.png" title="Adopt in Salsola"></a><a href="https://salsola.soulsrpg.com/"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/WCpDZaN.png"></a><br>
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The more that Odalis observed the more she realized that Salsola was a nation divided by its propensity for power. It was something that did not catch on until the children had completed their first shift – and it was something that Odalis recognized from the Courts of her homeland. There was a beauty to it, to the revelations and clarity that came with the understanding that the game was to be played, and even though in this life Odalis was not given the opportunity she could still recognize its edges and rules.

The pretty face that blinked at her was dejected – shaking snow and frost from a pale pelt that twitched as she stood still. Victoire Heiwa was petulant and as Odalis gazed upon her she couldn’t help the smile the crept along her pale lips. The slave girl clutched at the sleeves of her robe and dipped her head toward the child with a chuff. ”I am sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your fun.”

Mendicant. It was a rank that Odalis was uncertain of, and so when asked she found herself hesitating. The scar that ran over her face twinged in the cold, and she felt her fingers tightening their grip as she crossed her arms to protect herself from the cold. Victoires eyes matched the pale blue of the sky – and as Odalis glanced around she realized that the girl was out playing completely alone.

”Yes. I suppose I am.” Her long ears twitched, ”Who are you?”




Oh hello der


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