If our love is tragedy

For Helena

POSTED: Mon Oct 29, 2018 11:47 am

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

OOC: Let me know if I need to change anything. +300 words.

Silas' head moved up as he watched the sun rising into the sky. He had been up since before dawn, out to hunt and check around the territory. There were not going to be many members awake at this hour, and Corrine was still resting back in the servant's quarters. For the first time in a while, he had been the one to get up before her. He had come to the clearing he spent most of his "free time" in, whether it be simply running around to release some of his energy or to rest against his back to gaze up at the stars.

Today was spent watching the stars leave the sky, and the bright sun take it's place.

The servant's mind had been a mess since he had lost his two children. They had so much promise here in Salsola, and no one would have to know that he had sired any of them. He couldn't understand it. Why would Calla do this to them? Julia had been so frightened when the woman found out about them, racing to their father and begging him to get them somewhere safe before she came up to take them away.

Twila survived... but his other two were caught.

As silent of a man as he was, his expressions conveyed a lot of emotion. The anger he felt when he saw this woman he didn't even know take their children away, the pain he felt when he had to watch Julia be silenced by Calla, and the sadness they both shared.

But there was still one light in their life. They both still had Twila.

Head lowered as the bright colors of the sunrise began to fall, the servant padding ahead on all fours. His head hung low, golden eyes turning up in the direction of the borders. So much in his life had been loss. He knew his was a servant, someone who was never going to get much of anything in his life. Hell, with all the sleeping around he did, it was a surprise this had been he first litter her knew of...

But the one he cared for the most. He could watch her grow up, learn to live her own life... and then treat him just as anyone else would. His happiness would not last forever.

Silas del Morte

Salsola
The Mendicant
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Salena
Luperci Forever Changing Bound to the Raven's Call
SILENCE

POSTED: Thu Dec 06, 2018 6:55 pm

000 Apologies for the wait
To find them a fortune, chests filled with gold

The never-ending grind of Salsola's vast gears could often wear down ones spirit regardless of the relationship. Pillars of self-serving devotion could hold themselves high for a scant few hours without her assistance, Helena highly doubted they would collapse for her brief absence.

She took a lazy walk, boldly breathing in frozen gusts of air. They made the inside of her cold too, filled her with the icy chill of winter's bite. The autumn was letting go it's last grasp, gasping its final farewell. Soon the snow would begin to fall in soft sheets and cover the Thistle Kingdom in white beauty.

In a frost-crusted meadow she found the servant man who's debt she had passed on. If there were things off about him then the woman did not notice for her own mental observations, her short vacancy to parts unknown still occupied much of her attention. The plans for the future were a crowd that refused to silence themselves. She did remember a promise made however, and judged his efforts to be worth such a reward.

"Silas." She called, for he appeared to be about to vacate this clearing. When he came to her side, the Frenchwoman reached to fondly pat his long, brown hair,

"You 'ave worked 'ard for zhe Thistle Kingdom. Come, I shall take you, for zhe thing I did promise." A grave that had sat alone for several moons now would have visitors at last. She led him away from the iron teeth and watchful eyes.

I can't help this awful energy
Helena Troy Lykoi

Salsola
The Inquisitor
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Jace
Luperci Conserje, Cocinero Mate to Calla and Till
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POSTED: Fri Dec 07, 2018 1:54 pm

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

OOC: +300 words.

Silas had not even heard the woman approaching when she did. His mind had been a mess of thoughts, both good and bad. None of it really mattered in the end. What's done was done and he was going to have to live with it. One way or another, he would have lost everything to begin with. He was no man, he was just a tool... something for others to use whenever they had need of him, then set him aside when they did not.

The wolf's head moved up to the sound of Helena calling his name. He had come by the woman's tower a number of times, mostly to help her out with small things around her home in between taking care of other small tasks. She had been a prominant figure within the kingdom though, having also worked at her side to make sure the wedding reception was well set up for. Padding across the clearing, he came to her side, sitting down as he usually did on all fours before his gaze turned down to the ground. His head only moved up slightly, pressing his hair more into her hand as she pet him.

And then he paused... only to remember the man that he had once loved and lost.

Golden orbs only moved up slightly at the mention of the promise she had made to him. When bringing him back to Salsola, she has assured him he would be able to visit his former master's grave. How nice it would have been if he could bury his children along with the man he loved. At least then.. maybe they would still have someone else looking after them rather than being alone. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his book, writing down in it, "Silas may go to master's grave?"

Silas del Morte

Salsola
The Mendicant
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Salena
Luperci Forever Changing Bound to the Raven's Call
SILENCE

POSTED: Tue Jan 08, 2019 4:38 am

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Helena wore her civility as a warrior wore their armor. It stretched tight across those vital places that might be aimed for, protecting her from accusations of monstrous actions. In the same vein, she wielded her formidable sense of presence as a weapon, each passing season only added to her expertise in its use.

His downcast eyes too did not give her a cause for alarm, his place in life was a position of servility. From his former Master's words, it was the only thing he had known for the longest time. It was his norm. To be suddenly thrust into freedom, she suspected, would be more upsetting to him.

Dedication in this way was easily fostered by the keeping of such small promises and gestures. The acceptance with which Silas displayed for his Moira remained as a reminder from where she also might have come from. The image of her softly spoken mother was conjured and then discarded. Such labyrinthine memories were generally unwelcome in her everyday life.

She pet him as though he were a pet she held a particular fondness for. Soft fingers running into his hair.

Silas reached for his notebook, Helena waited with patience as he scribbled. There were certain gestures that she coupled to meaning, but not enough to have a comprehensive discussion. He presented his question and she nodded,

"Oui, we will be going now... unless... zhere is something you are wanting to bring? Flowers perhaps?" It was a strange thought, but Helena still kept the dust and ash of those ill-fated children. Buried in a small box in the Tower's garden.

Occasionally she would sit by them, though the thoughts for them were along the lines of possibilities rather than absolutes. Lavender and wild rose adorned their resting spots. Even a monster such as she would mourn her dead, in a fashion. She thought grimly to the skull and fur pelt that counted along her belongings.

Helena Troy Lykoi

Salsola
The Inquisitor
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Jace
Luperci Conserje, Cocinero Mate to Calla and Till
♚· Reine de la Saleté ·♚

POSTED: Tue Jan 08, 2019 6:34 pm

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

OOC: +300 words.

Part of him wasn't even sure if Helena had even remembered the promise she had made to him when she brought him back to the kingdom. Perhaps in her eyes he just hadn't done enough to Salsola to warrent taking him outside of the borders. It wasn't up to him when he could go, as Mendicants were not allowed outside the borders without some kind of escort or grant from a ranked member. He understood the reason for this law, a way to keep others from trying to run away.

But he was a good slave. He would never run from those that owned him. He knew his place in the world...

The red woman had taken his book, reading it before it was offered back down to him. She spoke as though they were ready to go.. but soon paused in her sentence. She questioned the man on if there was anything he wanted to bring along with him, noting flowers as one option. It was something that usually went on graves wasn't it? He had only wanted to go back and visit his former master.. the only one in all his life growing up that seemed to care for him.. the only one who ever really loved him...

Even so, he took Helena's advice, passing her to go to one of the clearings he knew of. There would still be some flowers there he could gather before they began their walk. He moved about the clearing, his eyes looking around at all the flowers in the area. He had to pick the best ones for his master. He reached around, picking at many of them before he came back to the woman. The group of flowers rested along his arm, head lowered as he waited for her call to move out of Salsola.

He remembered the way back, but he had to follow her lead.

Silas del Morte

Salsola
The Mendicant
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Salena
Luperci Forever Changing Bound to the Raven's Call
SILENCE

POSTED: Thu Jan 31, 2019 9:00 pm

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In a way, she enjoyed Silas' company more than the other that shared rank with him. He was not disposes to senseless chattering at her. The silence was a freeing thing from the every day gibble-gabble that filled up the majority of her days. His silence had come at the price of his own tongue, a gruesome injury to be sure. Helena appreciated his solemness. He worked, and worked hard. Never had she observed Silas slacking off or relaxing before being allowed.

She waited for him, as he followed on her suggestion. Watching with canted head as he collected up a pawful of flowers. The effortless devotion he still seemed to hold for a Master now dead, that was what gleamed behind her eyes. Devotion. A novel concept in a place so shrouded with back-stabbing and poisonous whispers. Someone to trust implicitly, that would not work behind her back to undermine her efforts.

Helena thought of Andrew, and the progress she had made. Perhaps.

"Come zhen." She spoke, surprisingly gently. Her mind was far away, ticking away at other things. Again she pressed her hand, almost tenderly to the crown of his head, in his place though it was another she coveted,

Mostly she remembered the pain suffered, the glance to her ribs that had made breathing hard for many days afterwards. She did not care at all about the Man who's death she had orchestrated, it had been a necessary evil. She was sure, with time, she could have brought him to Salsola too. Time had been a commodity preciously short of.

With a single sweep, she had cleared the table for her own ascension. The rumors were only fueled by gossip, and each and every one made her larger than life.

Forest slipped away around them. The mute Servant and the silent Quartermaster. Eventually there were boundaries crossed, traps to navigate with intrinsic knowing. Helena well versed in their placements. These borders did not withhold her, she dabbled eagerly with the world outside, if only to take the advantages she could from it.

They were not so horribly garish as skulls on sticks.

It was not so long that they reached the grave. Now overgrown with weeds and other life. Helena's ears twitched, listening for any sound of observation. Paranoia was a curse she ran with, always looking behind herself, always peering into the shadows, even as she occupied them herself.

She gestured to the grave with a hand, still secreted away in the worlds inside her mind.

Helena Troy Lykoi

Salsola
The Inquisitor
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Jace
Luperci Conserje, Cocinero Mate to Calla and Till
♚· Reine de la Saleté ·♚

POSTED: Fri Feb 08, 2019 11:11 am

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

OOC: +300 words.

Emotions were a fickle and complex thing to one's mind. When it came to being a servant, or even a slave, emotions were something that had to be tossed aside. Slaves had their place in the world, and that was at their master's side to do exactly what was asked of them. Silas could not feel sorry for the lives he took under his master's rule, nor could he show any love or distaste for the many customers who shared his company for the night.

But his former master was something completely different.

He took care of the silent slave, rewarding him for his hard work, even though freedom had never been an option. Had that even been an option, he would have probably freed him upon his former master's death.. but instead he had been handed over to Helena, and to Salsola, to continue with his place in life. He... cared about this master though. He remembered what their nights were like...

And that was something he was never going to be able to get back.

The wolf lowered his head, his body hunched over to keep himself lower than the Quartermaster. It didn't matter if he was taller than the ranked members, he had to keep himself beneath anyone else. That was expected of him.

As they came to the grave, the servant moved down to his knees. He brushed away some of the earth from the mound so that he could place the flowers here. One hand moved up to work on clearing away some of the overgrowth around the grave itself. He could not come out here often, he knew this, but when he could.. he wanted to make sure this important place was well kept. Absently, the servant reached for his book, writing in it before he offered it back to Helena.

"Silas thanks Quartermaster for her kindness."

Silas del Morte

Salsola
The Mendicant
User avatar
Salena
Luperci Forever Changing Bound to the Raven's Call
SILENCE

Salsola