the bright and black that's making you run

p. Loki

POSTED: Tue Jul 05, 2016 2:44 am

Midmorning, Marrgerd. Hope this is all good with you! <: (+500)

He was put here because he no longer wanted to wander, yet that is exactly what the Grimm man did. He drifted.

A pressure of expectations had been weighted on his shoulders very suddenly and without expect. He had suspected odd things from this enigma of a place that Persephone had granted him instructions and entry to, but no amount of fathoming could have prepared Bayani for what Salsola was. It was enticingly beautiful, in many ways, this much was certain. No other realm would have allowed his past and current skillset- or iniquites- a pass or even an embrace. The thistle kingdom was a blessing in such a way, and it was also powerful. Safety was here, but also was fear. A mistake was constantly the blue-painted man's fear. Claire, as she had been revealed to him, had drilled things into his head he was forced to know and remember with each step within the scent line. And as he tried his very best; the wolfdog was a pawn in this game, and he strategized willingly. He played this game, but it was taxing. It was difficult to not misunderstand a piece of information or a way in which to word a greeting or place a glance- and in a world so regal and so refined, each slip-up was seen with disgrace. He did not desire the disgrace; and yet it was received by him, and Associate. The frustration bubbled below Bayani's gem necklace, and so a passing of peace was needed. This was why he wandered, managing an escape from the customs and hierarchy.

He did not mean to find Marrgerd. The Grimm did not even know of its existence; yes, since his few days of residence, he had wondered where, perhaps, the pretty mare he had arrived with upon the trapped borders had vanished to. He wondered at other creatures; though they were not his specialty, they were a key element to any success of any community. It was not his place to ask, so he had not. Yet, midmorning on that day of sunlight, he caught the shadow of a shape between the trees that was an anomaly in the passing foliage. A horse, grazing with familiarity. Bayani, first, thought that it had gotten loose, or that these Salsolans really had become over-confident and expected their livestock to roam respectfully but without boundaries. He approached, dappled sunlight sliding over his mottled blues, until finally a fence caught his mismatched eye. The male leaned up against it, glad for the shade of the evergreen cast over him, and observed as well as studied. The fence, much to his near-awe (though well concealed even solitary), was jutted just off of an entire barn complex, concealed artfully against a backdrop of wood. That even the buildings within their land were buried and hidden made little sense to Bayani, but he was impressed, if lightly, nonetheless. Water glistened enticingly in the distance, and upon further inspection many more horses dotted the landscape, though far and few and in between, apparently spread over endless acres of pasture. The wolfdog found himself content to watch, pulling his dark sleeves to the elbows of his arms. He attempted to locate the dappled coat of the mare he had cut loose and ridden in silence to Salsola's borders with his sister's hand, but was unfruitful, her pretty hide nowhere to be found from his vantage point of shade. A sigh lost him.

Bayani Grimm
Salsola
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Ann
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POSTED: Sat Jul 09, 2016 10:19 am

(396) it is the creeps time <3 You can skip first four paragraphs lol

Marrgerd was not a common haunt of the Bard—at least not now that his curious little filly was of riding size. However, he could not provide her all the care that she needed on his own, and he often went to Tarat when she limped or seemed "off" in any way. Many times the slave had explained to him that the horse was fine, though other times he humored Loki in checking on her, and once or twice he was able to pry a lodged rock from her hoof wall.

This was the case today, as the Slave of the Hoof looked carefully over the filly—meaning that Loki could do little more than wait. He did so wandering the pasture, drifting like a spirit, slipping treats and words to the herd.

Though the man could not claim to be horse-hearted like Salvia and her daughter, or others who walked among the animals every day, he did appreciate the company of the animals—at least the mild ones. He'd learned at a young age to avoid the mean-spirited creatures.

Today he tended to Pearl, the cream-colored mare that had belonged to his friend Hope, though "tending" consisted of lazy strokes of his fingers through her sunny mane as he leaned on her shoulder. The aloof horse ignored him, mostly, and let him practice braids and fuss about his troubles. He was glad to talk to someone who couldn't talk back, mostly.

There was some movement at the edge of the pasture—the old grey mare had seen something and whinnied lowly, causing a stir among the other mares and geldings. Loki stepped away from Pearl, who shook her head, and blinked as he saw—and smelled, over the aroma of peat and dandelion—someone new.

The Bard wasted no time in sashaying over to greet them.

Hello, Loki greeted, with a flourish of a hand that sent the lavender silk shirt billowing lightly from the motion. His dragon ring gleamed on a slim finger, which crooked thoughtfully on his chin as he took in the sight of the other: an interestingly splotched individual, tall and svelte. Despite the height difference, Loki carried himself in his usual fashion: feminine but dominant, at least until he set a hand on his cocked hip and flashed a smile.

You are a new Associate?

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POSTED: Wed Jul 13, 2016 1:48 am

muaha (+500)

Bayani was a man with no expertise in horseflesh, but he knew enough to recognize when such brilliant beasts had been nudged on edge. His appearance, quiet and soundless as it may have been, did not pass the creatures by, and the nearest flicked their tails with more force and lifted their eyes and strong necks, fixating upon him. In a pasture so well-concealed in the deepwood of Salsola, the creatures were undoubtedly familiar with every soul that passed them by, as there were only those members that could. Unusual newcomers were very rare and very unexpected, and he could not be surprised at their slight shying away, despite being beyond the fence. Bayani thought that the dappled appaloosa that he had snatched from the stranger's house would not have found fright in his presence, and again, he searched for her with mismatched eyes. With a sudden perking of dark and light ears, the Grimm thought that he caught a glimpse of a white and black-freckled form, little more than a blur on the horizon of the acres, but before he had the idea to pursue it, a chorus of footsteps and sudden voice begged his attention. Bayani's nose turned quickly to face the approaching, his heart fluttering with the sudden appearance of a being on his blind side while his mind was, stupidly, occupied elsewhere. The Associate straightened himself to not lean so heavily against the fence, and met the curious blue eyes of the man before him. A man, indeed, but his edges soft. A lightness that the blue-mottled man could only associate with feminine posture and mannerisms brought Bayani to pause. The scent that wafted from the stranger was not so masculine as he expected, instead almost... unidentifiable in terms of identity, rather an enigma. Some element of confusion alighted within the multicolored gaze of the thief, though he allowed it only to flicker across his features, before composing his poise once again.

"Hello." Bayani replied, and dipped his head, briefly, careful in his respectful and flattering gestures, as Claire would have hoped. The male assumed that near each Salsolan was above him in ranking, and this male no less. He walked with a confidence that could belong only to long-time subjects of the thistle kingdom, and Bayani was immediately aware. He lifted the dark sleeve of his shirt that had fallen down his forearm. The man- he was pretty sure this was a man, was he not?- flashed Bayani a smile surprising, and the thief could only blink, slightly at a loss of how to navigate this conversation, highly unusual for the charmer of many types. Born of a prudent, traditional land and victim of largely uneventful travels, he had not encountered this confusing type of being before. "I am." The Grimm replied, and rested his hand along a wood post of the fence. "Bayani Grimm." He introducted, in afterthought, and then nodded his chin towards the pasture. "Admiring the horses and building. Quite a work of art, to hide such a place." The doggish male mused, watching the fellow Salsolan quietly.

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POSTED: Sat Jul 16, 2016 11:08 pm

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Confusion, if brief—it was something that Loki revelled in, as was his nature as a trickster. He drew his power from the curiosity and uncertainty of others, catching them off guard and finding their weaknesses, though truth be told the witch was generally benevolent in his intentions. Fond of making friends rather than inviting the ire of an enemy, he was nevertheless prepared should someone disappoint or turn foe. He was blessed to not have needed his tricks to cause strife in the pack itself.

The handsome merle fellow introduced himself—Bayani Grimm—and looked out toward the constructed barn and open pastureland. Tittering lightly, the Bard angled to step closer to the fence and leaned upon it a couple feet from the new packmate, looking out at the horses. Our animals are works of art, too, he said, playing with one of his braids. It is good to hide them. No Luperci had breached their borders in large numbers since before he was born, but there was one event after that he remembered—waking, whimpering, skull pulsing, in the hay.

I am Loki Helsi, the silver coywolf said after a moment. I am the Bard—one of the Faction members. It was a rank that carried great weight, and his tone implied this should Bayani still be ignorant of the details of Salsola's hierarchy. He glanced back at the other through hooded eyes, his smile lazy and almost sultry. Who is your Sponsor, darling? What brought you to our Kingdom? We do not get many men... or—Loki tittered—they do not stay long.

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POSTED: Sat Aug 20, 2016 12:29 am

-rises from the dead- pls forgive (+300)

Bayani sensed some sort of mischievousness in this strange man, if that word was correct. He enjoyed, somewhat, that brief glimmer of confusion and discomfort displayed by the merle dog, born of a prudent place and traditions firm. He had, obviously, chosen to become a rebel, by definition, of his home- but it was ever so hard and borderline impossible to fully erase every tendril of mindset that was consequence of one's birthplace and rearing, so his reaction was immediate upon seeing this almost genderless individual. It did not, at least, last long. The more hours that he spent within the realm of Salsola, the more strange and new things he saw. Bayani considered this a beneficial thing.

He identified immediately with with the gray and cream Salsolan's statement. "I certainly agree. Many things are best hidden." A thief knew this better than any other; after all, one of the very horses browsing this pasture- a work of art, he thought she was- was here because her previous owner had made a very poor choice of leaving her to be prey of stalking eyes. His comment, however, did arise a slight note of curiosity. There must have been created a need, at one point, to hide their animals. He wondered if anybody could breach the Thistle Kingdom's borders. And Bayani decided if there was an individual that could, he did not want to meet them.

"Bard Loki." He greeted, immediately upon learning the other's name and rank. His following nod was brief, but a nod nonetheless. Bayani had a vague familiarity to the word faction, but little knowledge beyond knowing that it was a rank of prestige. He should hope he could return to the very sponsor they spoke of and express his quick grasp of the culture. Of course, it was not quite a grasp- there was far too much to understand in far too little time. "Claire de Valence." He said, struck odd at Loki's use of "darling" but skimming past it. "I had drifted with my sister for a long while. She told me of a place that would have us." No matter a past, he nearly added, but thought against. At Loki's comment concerning men, Bayani leaned forward further against the fencing, flicking collie-tall ears and meeting the Bard's eyes with curiosity as well as confidence. "So I have heard."

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POSTED: Sun Aug 28, 2016 5:10 pm

OOC: Ahh, sorry this post sucks D:

IC:

“We are only as strong as our best-kept secrets,” Loki agreed. One could interpret this in many ways; certainly the Bard kept his own tricks close to heart, and many members of the Family traded knowledge of each other for personal gain. However, the truth of the matter, of the existence of the pack and the Family itself, was that they kept secrets from Others. “Salsola has a code of omertà that must be followed.”

His smile was sharp, but beyond this the Bard’s body language was friendly, if perhaps a little familiarly so. He had the demeanor of a trickster, but one that was laughed about in tales rather than avoided out of fear and distaste—or so he hoped. The last thing that he wanted to be was threatening.

It made his anger all the more shocking, when it betrayed itself.

He had no reason to be angry now, only scrutinizing. His eyes and smile widened at the name of his young friend, and he tilted his head coyly. “One can only wonder how she managed to entice you into this,” he said, then blinked. “What is your sister’s name? I suppose you are here for her sake most of all. I’ve sisters myself; I understand.” It made the merle mongrel more sympathetic, if no less trusted right away.

Mismatched eyes flicked to Loki’s, and the Bard smiled. “I don’t think Claire would make a mistake,” he said. “Just understand your place, respect the law—and the women.” He reached out to pat the man’s hand, then let his soft fingers linger, his gaze direct and mischievous. “And know that even some of the men are women.”
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