I'm writing this letter, and wishing you well

For Khael

POSTED: Sun May 26, 2019 8:47 pm

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Saint was not keen on sticking around anymore after the feast had been finished, no doubt because of the earlier statement in regards to his sister. He had been slightly curious as to what would make the young male seethe with so much anger, and to know that his sister was being sold off to another in betrothal, and one of such a low-born heritage. How fitting in a way. Some women needed to know their place, and perhaps this would get his sister to accept her own.

The copper male had not bothered to wait around for him or anyone else that remained at the gathering, having found a place along the wall to perch from. There was music, dancing, and the like. Many had already gotten up out of their seats. It seemed the dark male from before had also left, no doubt to make sure that his little roommate would be alright.

It mattered little in the grand scheme of things. It was not his choice; although, his anger could be used to his advantage should he need it.

Always the thinker, never doing anything without purpose. If there was reason to tap into that reckless anger, he would seize it.

Golden gaze moved around just enough to see the dark figure of his sister, still settled down in her seat, enjoying her food. What a perfect time for his presence. She was not fond of him, and he knew this. So long as he was not causing trouble to anyone else, he would do what he did best, bothering his sister.

Holding himself tall, the copper male made his way over to Khael, holding his hands behind his back as he made his way over. His body moved with ease out of the way of the others, lowering his gaze on the sitting woman, <"Sister.">

Ossidael Lykoi

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POSTED: Mon Jun 03, 2019 9:19 pm

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These betrothals were becoming dull.

The announcement of her own wedding had been upstaged by the surprise union of Emissary and Striker, and she recalled that slight with every bite of food. Whether others were annoyed with these announcements, she couldn't say; she didn't know them well enough to make such a judgment, though whispers passed down the table and eyes flickered toward the newly engaged. She had eyes only for Katinka, and the slight furrow of her lovely brow as she stared up at the head of the table.

But at last the feast was called, and the predators ate.

Khael dined on spiced meats, most still bloody and raw, and passed sweets to her wife. Tink seemed subdued as she nibbled on berries and cakes—whether disturbed or thoughtful, Khael did not know. She did not ask, but held Tink's blue eyes as they glanced at each other across the table, and offered the smallest of smiles for her benefit.

That smile slipped slowly from her dark face when she sensed, more than visually noticed, the rust-colored figure walking toward them.

Ossidael greeted her, his hands folded behind his back like the sneaking creature he was, and Khael glanced up at him without expression, her eyes hot. "Brother," she said, and felt Katinka's gaze on her. A foot nudged hers under the table, a gentle stroke that suggested more than the Swedish wolfdog's polite smile said, and with a slow breath Khael stood, smoothing her dark kaftan—richer clothing than Ossidael had seen her wearing in the wilds, a lovely embroidered thing afforded to her by wealth and rank. She boasted these things in glinting jewelry and tall posture, and expected him to show her the proper submission in a public setting.

"This is my wife, the Warden Katinka Holt," Khael said. She felt a thrill at the words, and glanced toward the blonde wolfdog with a small smile. "Tink, this is my brother—Ossidael." The sibilants of his name hissed naturally on her tongue, though she had always abhorred snakes. "He joined us very recently." And she was very interested to learn what fool brought him into the fold.

but between my soft hands they die.
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POSTED: Wed Jun 05, 2019 12:33 pm

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Ossidael watched her from the distance well before he had even made his approach. She had dressed well for herself, reminding him of when she had found him when he first came to these lands. She had been keen to show off her gathered wealth, and the fact that she now sat at a higher position than that of her brother. He supposed he should let her savor the moment while she could...

As she would not hold it for long. Before she knew it, he would be sitting above her once again. It was just the natural order of things.

Khael had turned her emotionless face on her, but her eyes said everything he needed to know. She hated the fact that he was here, and no doubt was not pleased that he had come over to ruin her meal. Both of them seemed to stare emotionlessly at one another, though his sister's gaze had broken enough to turn towards the female sitting across from her. This gaze had been followed by her standing up, meeting with her brother.

Though nothing showed outwardly, golden eyes barely shifted back over to the woman, his dark sister pointing out that this woman was her wife. She had clearly been boasting about this doggish woman to her brother, but it was all in vain. To what reason would women have to come together with one another?

They would not be able to produce any children with one another, the primary thing that women's bodies were so useful for. Though he would like th point out their union not being a true one, it was not meant in this kind of situation. Khael probably knew that, and that was why she had taken this moment to bring her wife into the picture. In his still stance, he let his gaze burrow down on the lighter woman, "I see."

Golden eyes shifted back to the darker woman, "Yes, I have."

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POSTED: Mon Jun 17, 2019 8:28 pm

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Ossidael spoke a mere five syllables in response to Khael's conversational remarks, and she wondered for what purpose he came to bother her; had he intended to stand silently near their table without offering an opinion on anything?

She knew his opinions. It was probably for the best that he held his tongue.

Katinka looked curious, rather than intimidated, as she stared at the darkly rust-colored man and his dull golden gaze. She said nothing either, allowing her wife to take the lead. She could add two and two together, after all; it was clear that Khael's mood as of late was because of her sibling's appearance in the pack. While Khael shared very little about her past, she had alluded to her family's attitudes once or twice.

Knowing that they were not going to bother with small talk, Khael sat back down, leaning an elbow languidly along the oft-stained edge of the great table—one of several that lined down the center of the hall, necessary with so many bodies filling the space now. She tilted her head up to observe Ossidael, eyes narrow.

"I'm curious. Who extended an invitation to you?"

but between my soft hands they die.
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POSTED: Sat Jun 22, 2019 8:23 am

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Ossidael had never been one for small talk, perfering the comfort of his fathers or much of his family than talking to others. There was no doubt to his more loner-like tendencies, but in a place like this, his appearance was needed to please those that had invited him in. It would have been better, probably smarter, to have just ignored his sister and wait for another time to do this.

But some things were just too hard to resist.

The copper male had only given Katinka another look out of the corner of his eyes, keeping much to his still movements before they found their way back to Khael. He had known from the moment she had seen him, probably heard about his coming here, that her fun was over. Her own game had been not telling him where she had found her place to call home, and now that he was here, there was no fun to it anymore.

All of that smug attitude she had shown to his outside the borders had been washed away, only to be replaced by bitterness and hatred. He expected no less from his misinformed sibling.

At first, there was nothing but silence. He had thought on it. Of course his sister would want to know who gave away the information of this place, who had been the one to allow him passage into Salsola. It would be a means to turn their anger on someone else. Though perhaps entertaining, he had a much more fun idea. If there were things he could not do while surrounded by others, then the same tactic could be turned on her as well.

He always did know how to push her buttons. Recalling their last conversation together, he spoke, "You're a smart girl, Khael; you will figure it out." Though there was no emotion that laced his words, he could not help but feel more inside of him. She could lay no hand on him here, and their game would begin again.

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POSTED: Wed Jul 03, 2019 9:00 pm

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Ossidael said nothing for a few seconds, then:

"You will figure it out."

And that was that. The darker jackal nodded, even if this displeased her, then after another moment of sizing her brother up, she turned her back on him. Long claws idly tore a piece of cooling meat from the bone, popping this into her mouth, where she took her time to chew the red flesh. She said nothing else to Ossidael.

He had been the one to approach her, offering short statements and answers, choosing to be cryptic and difficult. It was an absolute waste of effort to interact with him, and Khael so hated wasted effort. She would just ignore him until he decided to address her like an adult—or perhaps he would get the hint and leave.

Tink glanced between the pair with a shade of hesitation, then took her cue from her wife and picked up another sweetcake to nibble.

but between my soft hands they die.
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POSTED: Wed Jul 10, 2019 10:13 am

[+200] • Figured this was a good stopping point.

Ossidael had expected no less from his dark sister, to turn her back on him when not liking what was offered to her. She had done the same with the rest of them over the sea to come here after all. She was expecting him to outright tell her everything, to know who it was that would have broken the game she had given him to try and find this place. Well, it was a shame to see that she had not changed much.

Though neither had he. It was hypocritical of him, but he was of the dominate species and sex. She had broken out of her line in life.

Golden gaze had seemed to trail away from Khael and more over to the woman sitting across from her. This meek thing and his sister seemed a fit for the defunct woman, but their relationship would never be a true one. He was sure that his sister knew that. He didn't even need to say anything for her to realize that nothing would come of it. Company, maybe, but no children. Only a male could give them that.

Seeing as his sister had no more reason to talk to him, it was safe to assume he would have nothing else to say to her. What was there to talk about? They had their own views and small talk would likely just lead to something like this. The copper jackal gave Tink one last look, watching her gaze fall on the food as well before he turned on his heels to leave. There were still other things to see here.

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