The One Who Made Me

[p] - Helena

POSTED: Sat Dec 08, 2018 6:30 pm

Winter had fallen onto the lands with breathtaking force. Snow, gleaming in the pale sunlight, sparkled, some of the drifts in the infrequently used areas coming up to Micheal’s waist. The youth did have his wolf heritage to try and counteract some of the cold, but it just wasn’t strong enough in the face of this winter. Of course, members of Salsola were more than willing to give Micheal jobs that kept him busy all day and well into the evening, but today, more than ever, he really wished he was in front of a fire and smothered under a fur. Instead though, he was trudging through the snow towards the storeroom. Why was he doing this? Micheal was doing this because he’d been informed that his presence would be required there to help Helena. The ranked member’s name had made Micheal take note. He’d not seen the Lady, other than in passing, since he’d found himself indebted to her for sparing the life of his uncle. He didn’t expect her to remember him, many here it seemed saw a servant as nothing more than part of the furniture. Of course, what difference would it make if she did recognise him? He’d been summoned for a task, and as long as he did that task then better she didn’t remember him, get in and leave quietly.

His only real apprehension wasn’t meeting Helena again, but entering the storage room at all. The last time he’d been in there it was gloomy, cluttered and musty, but worst of all, it was cramped. Micheal knew that there wasn’t enough air in the place for two Luperci. There was no refusing the summons or sending someone else of course, he’d been told to attend her and doubtless not doing so would have drastic consequences. So Micheal had trudged his way through the snow, his footsteps getting heavier the closer the storage room came.

No matter how slow he walked though, his feet wouldn’t stop completely and so he was in front of the door before he knew it. Micheal’s heart was beating just a little faster, but taking a deep breath he knocked on the door.

”Lady Helena, I am here to aid you. May I enter?”

Micheal found his mind playing the same phrase over again ’please don’t be in’. The youth knew that strictly speaking the stores were communal, but knocking and asking for permission seemed like a safer option than to barge in on a member who, despite being somewhere so public, may not wished to be disturbed.

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POSTED: Sun Dec 16, 2018 4:01 am

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PP of Kaeli's actions approved by Hydra

It fumed, deep and vicious and writhing. A snake that wrapped itself tighter and tighter, coils sliding and grasping. Wretched woman, the words remained locked behind tightly closed teeth, the breath of them hissed and fizzled between her black lips.

The anger rose, pulsing in the dark space below the deep bones of her chest. The nature of the world was inherently chaotic and entirely order-less but within her own domain, she would have order. She would have... control.

The papers she held crumpled as they were crushed into her fist.

The dumped, disordered pile of goods and meat and bones and the blood that spilled over the previously clean floor. A muscle in her jaw spasmed furiously. The Old creature's scent twisted around it all, a mocking salute that replayed her own words back to her. Within her eyes, the candlelight burned.

She called for the servant boy, he might well make use of himself doing the grunt work while she organized and categorized this mess. She spent the long straining minutes writing in silent fury, feeling a hot new flash of rage every time she caught sight of it in her periphery.

Clipped and a good deal more reserved than she felt, her voice snipped through the wooden door, "Come in, Micheal. Leave zhe door open." It stunk of blood in the storage room, Helena was already planning out the sweet revenge that she would wring from the Blacksun's neck. Her fingers twitched.

For her flat voice, when she turned gaze to him it was violent, a savage thing barely contained.

"Zhe Storage 'as been...compromised." The burst of breath spewed from her nares, an irate exhale,

"Take zhis.. zhis mess outside zo I can be moving about" With her free hand she gestured to the dumped pile.

Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Sun Dec 16, 2018 5:47 pm

Micheal closed his eyes as Helena replied through the door, and for a moment he hesitated. The idea of entering the space once more was not one he relished. Sighing in resignation he opened the door and was immediately slapped in the face by the coppery scent of blood, rendering the ranked member’s words somewhat moot. The carcasses sat in a pool of blood that had clearly seeped outwards, covering a large part of the floor. Mostly dry now, the floor was sticky, but still glistened in places. The sight of the glut of food and the smell of blood made Micheal’s stomach growl loudly, which wasn’t the response he really wanted to make to the savage glare Helena fixed him with.

Despite her clear displeasure, Micheal did not flinch. In his short time here, the one thing that Micheal had truly learned was that he did not fear dying. What really scared him was reprisals being sought of his uncle. However, as the beautiful Luperci turned and gave him his instructions he nodded politely.

”Of course Lady.”

Gratefully he moved back to the door and took off his cloak, leaving it outside. Re-entering he hefted one of the carcasses over his shoulder. Once again the prey animal began to seep, and trails of blood began oozing down his chest and back. Micheal had changed considerably in the short amount he’d been within the Kingdom. His duties had been mostly menial and heavily physical, which meant that muscle had began to form on his frame, but food was still harder to come by so he was slim, perhaps leaning to gaunt, but it meant that his musculature became more obvious. His shoulders had broadened as well.

As he dumped the carcass on the snow outside, Micheal’s mind drifted to the fiery Luperci inside the store. It was strange how he’d not noticed how beautiful she was before. Strange that she seemed more…real when she was angry, as though her whole being was alight, it was something wild and untameable. With those thoughts still in his mind, Micheal found it a lot easier to enter the small storeroom.

”Who did this lady?” Micheal asked innocently, lifting another carcass. ”It seems as though they had a particularly successful hunt?”

Of course, there were those that might have thought him impertinent for even speaking, but Micheal was in no doubt that if Helena thought that, then she would let him know in no uncertain terms.

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POSTED: Tue Dec 18, 2018 4:46 pm

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They played at civility here in this land of Thorns. They practiced polite words and genial expressions, drawing about them the skirts of decorum. Below sweet words would linger deceptive distaste and even further beneath that was the primal urges that consumed them all. They were still just beasts when it came to the crux, and Helena struggled for long moments to contain those deep-set, vicious desires. The stink of blood did not aid in her efforts.

Confronting the Blacksun woman directly would only end disastrously for the Quartermaster. Physically she was not a match, Helena was a sly creature however. Her mind tick ticked away, a thrumming tap tap of clockwork.

Her paws made prints of blood as she shifted, settling out of the way. The chill, cold of the outside rushed inward and when Helena exhaled abruptly, great plumes of wispy smoke billowed from her nares. The curve of her jaw snapped shut with a click. The young boy obeyed her bid, she returned to her rapid writing, loops of precise writing sprawling across the page.

His question, garbed in innocent curiosity, nevertheless reawakened the cooling embers. Helena's head snapped upwards sharply, aiming towards him. The ruddy lines of her muzzle wrinkled to bare the tips of pearly fangs, a snarl rolled forwards and twisted together with her words,

"Zhe Blacksun bitch." They hissed, fizzing with violence. The red-shock blossomed behind her eyes again, burning brighter and brighter.

Abruptly she snapped closed the lid on anger close to over-boiling. The boy had no blame, her ire was wasted on him. The eerie calmness descended, settling onto her beautiful features, the mask slid back into place with sinuous ease. Her face wiped of its displeasure. Later, later she could rage and allow fury to consume her.

"She is seeking to be undermining mine authority. Zhis.. zhis pettiness, is zhe work of a woman zhat is grasping at 'er last dregs of usefulness." Flame eyes turned to him again, and they were cool, contained,

"Becoming old is zuch a burden, Micheal." Insidious, the words would slip and wrap around. If they found their way into the ears of others then she would be all too pleased. She paused, suddenly a flash of inspiration curling. That was it, the answer was sitting right in front of her nose.

She turned away from the boy, a smile growing now, utterly terrible and lovely in equal parts. Helena would have revenge, it was only the time that would tell.

Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Mon Dec 24, 2018 7:37 am

Micheal watched as his question, innocently posed, reignited the red lady’s wrath. Micheal watched, his features impassive, but his youthful curiosity piqued. Had it been relit or was that twisting ball of fiery passion always there, just carefully concealed behind a beautiful façade which few spent the time to probe beneath. It seemed to the youth that Helena was possessed of a passion that filled her so completely and burned so brightly that any male to draw near would be consumed by it. Micheal saw her through his innocence, he was captivated by her dichotomy, and though he did not desire her, he was too young to understand such a concept, he saw a beauty in her that stemmed from a burning wildness that could not be approached. Micheal lowered his head at her anger, allowing it to flow over him, demonstrating his submission to her and her whims.

”You have aged well lady, it does not sit heavily upon you.” Micheal said guilessly at Helena’s final comment.

It was true, though Helena was old, Micheal did not believe that it weighed heavily upon her. She was beautiful and he hoped his words reassured her of that. Hefting another carcass he exited the store, placing it alongside the first and re-entering.

”Lady, I’m new here, but I’m aware that servants are tools of the Kingdom. If the member, who has tried to make you angry were to find out that all their efforts had simply gone to feed the servants, would that be humiliating to them? All their effort to feed those beneath her?”

Micheal wasn’t an idiot, he understood where the Mendicants stood, and he knew the feelings of many of the ranked members, but Micheal was willing to deal with all of that, especially if it meant that Silas and him might get some more food out of it. The carcasses might have made a mess out of the stores, but they were still easy food and Micheal had determined he might as well try.

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POSTED: Thu Jan 31, 2019 8:38 pm

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PP of Kaeli's actions approved by Hydra

She settled the heavy gaze upon him, and tried to decide if he were mocking her or not. Her comment had been aimed in direction at the wretched woman, yet he postulated that age did not sit with such burden upon her own shoulders. If it were another, older maybe, then he would have found himself at the end of dragon's fire. Should she come to feel that he was attempting to mock her, well then, he should pray to the gods for a swift death.

Instead she took a deep breath, letting the chill, dank air into her lungs. It was wisps as it left her delicately parted lips, the temperature crept ever lower as days passed by. Soon the snow and ice would descend, and everyone would be garbed in white and crystalline silver.

Her tongue clicked against her teeth, pondering over the words he spoke. She almost idly watched him haul out another carcass, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. The charcoal pencil tapped against her parchment, in an ever monotonous, tap, tap tap. That would put the green-eyed bitch's tail into such a twist.

The alternative mechanisms also twisted in the background, not so subtle as might be thought.

"And zhe Mendicants are geting more of zhe better food out of zhis deal, Oui?" She was not to be played by the likes of him, not when she had spent years learning every little trick there was. In fortunate strands for himself, Helena threw back her head and laughed delightedly.

It did hold a certain flair to it though, she considered it thoroughly. Helena had a strange sort of relationship with the Mendicants; Unlike many within Salsola, she did not purposefully or deliberately mistreat them, she spoke to them with a modicum of respect. She was in a way, very kind to them, she had observed an expediency to her own requests in comparison to the others who also sought their use. After all, they were still eons above the dubious title of Outsider.

In short, Helena dangled the carrot when others might wield the stick. This was not such a large concession, but it would be looked upon as a caring act.

"Alright zhen," She spoke airily, a gentle breeze in comparison to thunderous winds.

"When we 'ave cleaned and cleared everzhing away, you may be taking part for your own use." A gift betowed with elegance.

She would weigh the amount of meat presented here though, each part was valuable and had its own particular dedicated use. Again she returned to scribbling on her paper, tallying up each carcass and his estimated weight and assumed production. The stockpile of foods was often claimed first by those elderly or sick, or with child. Those that required protecting, for even the vicious Salsola would care for their own.

Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Thu Feb 07, 2019 6:39 pm

Micheal had thought he’d been so clever, so cunning, to disguise his intentions by playing on the ranked member’s contempt for her pack mate. Of course, in Salsola, everyone was cunning, and they’d been doing it a great deal longer than him. It had probably only been Micheal’s Naivety that had made him attempt it, well that and his hunger. When Helena called him out though out though, with her laugh filling the small space, he stayed quiet, figuring that her question was rhetorical. He hid his embarrassment well though, only his ear twitched at the fact that she’d worked it out. Perhaps if he’d known the dragon’s moods more intimately, he might have understood the knife edge the reaction may well have taken. Although, excitement, which he did his best to contain as well, with a little less success as he tail wagged, swept everything away at the thought of food that he could cook, tasty food. While Micheal hated to admit it, it also gave him some satisfaction to know that Kaeli, the ranked member from the training ring, would be feeding him after the beating she had doled out to him.

The anticipation of a good meal however, didn’t rejuvenate his muscles enough to make the job any easier. Carrying the carcasses out was hard work and the youth felt his muscles beginning to take the strain. As he heaved one of the remaining carcasses, he heard a tear and watched the white cloth he wore around his neck, somewhat smeared with blood and dirt now, fluttered to the floor. His neck felt very exposed, and he wasn’t able to bend and pick it up. Quickly he moved out of the store and dumped the carcass on the ground outside, feeling a creeping electricity up his spine as he realised that the carving in his neck was exposed, but he couldn’t leave, he had not been dismissed. Inexorably he found his feet drawing him back into the stores, and while he did his utmost to seem casual, he felt the mark emblazoned upon him to be burning bright as the sun. It was possible that the gloom may hide it of course, after all most of his fur was daubed with drying blood, it may well be hard for the red witch to see. Quickly he scooped up another carcass, feeling the protection of the cold prey animal hiding the carving comforting. As he adjusted the carcass he spied the symbols, squiggles only some of which made sense.

”Lady, may I ask, what do those mean? The different lines and symbols?”

It was a welcome distraction, and he could feel his pulse slow a little as his mind tried to bury what had just happened.
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