[M] The line begins to blur

POSTED: Mon Apr 15, 2019 4:49 pm

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The me that you know
Is now made up of wires

The Thistle Kingdom was strong. Prosperous. It attracted those that would do her harm like moths to flame. The Shield did their work, of course, with their regular patrols on the fringes of the territory. Salsola's extensive military apparatus was enough to make the family feel safe from threats from the covetous outside world. Andrew had seen so first hand -- how they feared and fret over threats from within. Over rumors and gossip. It was almost easy to forget there was a world out there beyond the Kingdom at all.

Yet, Andrew had been reminded. They slip through the cracks, these covetous beasts. His interest peaked after his path crossed with the Warden. They'd brought an outsider to justice and gave the Kingdom what it demanded. It was a safer place or it, and the feeling, the feeling was indescribable.

The law would be upheld.

Andrew enlisted the help of Silas to help on this errand; a patrol on the less carefully watched Pictou. It served as a natural barrier for the Kingdom, but all things were fallible. Rivers could be crossed.

It was a sweep and nothing more. It was unlikely there would be any incident, for everything seemed so calm. So untouched. After all, the Kingdom was not under attack. Everything was as it should be. Yet, Andrew carried on along the river's edge with bow slung along his back, instructing the servant to follow at his side.

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POSTED: Sun Apr 21, 2019 6:35 pm

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

OOC: Let me know if there is anything you want me to change. +300 words.

Andrew had done well for himself in Salsola. Silas recalled the first time he had come across the coyote man, chained collar around his neck and stuck at home due to his on injury. He had been much more irratable back then, though perhaps that could be accounted for getting used to his surroundings. This seemed plausible with how the male seemed calmer and more receptive when he had come to give the other servant the blanket he had made as a gift in the winter time.

And that was not even factor into account his freedom.

Both had started around the same time, though Andrew had been the one to gain his freedom. What was even more admirable was the way he managed to easily intigrate himself into Salsola's lifestyle. Should the scarred man ever get his own freedom, he would probably feel more lost than anyone else getting such a gift. How was he meant to think or act on his own? All it had done was prove to get him into trouble or lose anything that he might have been able to gain.

The servant paced at the Serf's side, the both of them moving along the borders. He had done this sort of thing before with the Emissary, though that one was more a being in the right place at the right time rather than asking to have come along. It showed something that those above him could trust him to be along the borders. Any servant that had a strong desire to get their freedom would take the chance to run...

But there was really nothing worth running to.

Silas kept his eyes to the ground, silently padding on all fours in his optime form. His head only moved up briefly to take in any scents around the borders. They were patrolling, so it would do them well to see if anything could be brought to their attention.

Silas del Morte

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POSTED: Mon May 20, 2019 2:16 pm

The me that you know
Is now made up of wires

A loyal beast, the servant did as he was told without question, following at the Serf's side on all fours with nose pressed to the earth. Andrew understood the mindset well. In service to Salsola, one had to be absolute; there was no room to contest one's obligations, lest they invite the prying eyes in, searching for disloyalty wherever it may hide. Foul things often lurked in the hearts of lowly men. Perhaps Silas had no such demons. Or perhaps he was simply smart enough to never let them show.

"Come now," Andrew reminded his subordinate companion, keeping their pace brisk along the river's edge. There was a death of territory to cover before the sun set. The Pictou ran for what felt like an endless eternity.

There was nothing of note for miles, just earth, water and sky. Yet, after an hours trek north of the Millstone, Andrew caught the faintest glimmer of a foreign scent. "Hold," he commanded, raising his hand as he stopped to assess a peculiar smell. "You smell that?" he asked, stooping down to his knees. It was a faint thing -- stale and nearly turned from the recent rains. Andrew did not recognize the source as Salsolan. However, it was too faint to tell.

He cast his gaze out over the river and saw lands untouched and pristine. Not a thing stirred but the grass in the wind. Then, he saw an odd curiosity -- on the other side of the Pictou, strewn along the shore was a small wooden raft. "There," he pointed. "Look."

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POSTED: Mon May 20, 2019 7:58 pm

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

OOC: +200 words.

Silas was duty bound. He always knew where his place was, and he knew that at this point in his life, he was no longer his own person. He was nothing more than a tool to be sued by others for whatever task they required of him. Even the prospect of once being freed in this place loomed over him, he had told any others that he would be content to never be freed. What would someone like him do even if he was free?

Could he learn to be his own person again?

The servant followed along as they moved along the river. He kept his head low, trying to figure out anything that might be out of the ordinary here. So far, everything seemed to be normal, or at least until Andrew had commanded him to stop, his right hand moving out to show more of this. The Serf asked if there was anything that he smelled. Taking his nose back down to the ground, he was able to pick up the faint scent.

There was enough to tell it was not of Salsola, but that was it. The river must have muddled the scent or it was something old.

Following along with Andrew's gaze, the wolf noticed the raft on the opposite shore. Golden gaze focused on it. Keeping his head down, he waited for the tan man to give him his instructions before acting. He had been prepared to make his way to the other side of the river to investigate. One hand moved out to test the water as he waited, not taking his gaze away from the wooden vessel.

Silas del Morte

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