hot as a fever, rattle of bones

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POSTED: Tue Jan 01, 2019 9:25 pm

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The fact that Ankh was away from his hollow was cause for discontent to begin with. The fact that he'd been dragged out of his drugged slumber by Helena and sent to perform menial stocking tasks for her made him all the more disgruntled and curmudgeonly. He supposed it was his payback for the constant take, take, take he was so apt to do. It wasn't his fault. Not entirely. He wasn't particularly comfortable around people these days, a far cry from the spirited child he had been so many years previous. That child was dead now and the only thing that remained was this macabre living skeleton.

A skeleton that wore a scowl as he sat on the ice cold pebble beach, picking flint from between the rocks and seaglass. The only saving grace that given the weather and the location in which his task was being carried out, the odds of something forcing their company upon him was increasingly unlikely. The fire he'd made next to him was wilting fast and soon no more smoke would be sent skywards to give away his position. This also came with the unfortunate consequences of Ankh getting even colder. Colder than his thick bearskin could protect him from. If there was a god, perhaps he'd be so kind as to send a cold borne illness his way to finish him off...
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POSTED: Sun Jan 06, 2019 7:39 pm

Innocence, once lost, can never be regained
Darkness, once gazed upon, can never be lost

OOC: +300 words.

Dahlia had been careful to make sure the pups stayed away from Helena, even if she dared to come near Coaxoch's home at any given time. Of course, she was an adoptive part of this family, and these children were her new niece and nephew due to the woman's connection with Faith.. but that didn't mean she wasn't dangerous. Sebastian seemed to catch onto her uneasiness more than Coaxoch.. but the information of her true distrust of the woman had reached neither of the father's ears.

She had to carry on her sister's silence... at least for the time being. She could not allow the pups to be put into any kind of danger because of the information she knew. In the meantime, it was best to make sure she had a constant eye on them around her or avoided the Quartermaster at any cost.

The gray coyote wrapped her small jacket over her body, her clothing not really practical in any way to deal with the cold winter. It sure didn't help that she was alone now. At least back in Inferni's old territory there were other bodies to curl up with... or hell even spending some time with the coyotes of the Cartel would be better. They offered her warmth and comfort despite her current situation. It was a very kind gesture all things considered... but she in turn aided them however she could.

Green gaze peered up when her nose caught the smell of smoke in the area. Someone was nearby with a fire going. It was the only logical conclusion unless somehow all the trees in the nearby area had been able to burn under the dampness the snow had brought to their being. Her feet carried her out along the shore, the pale man sitting beside the dying fire. Peering down at the man, Dahlia retreated back into the nearby woods briefly, gathering a few pieces of wood that could be used to keep the flames alive.

Stepping out of her place of hiding, she came along the side, fur and clothing blowing in the light sea breeze, "You want these? Your fire looks like it could use it."

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POSTED: Mon Jan 21, 2019 10:34 am

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Begrudgingly he accepted the offer of further firewood. His task wasn't quite finished and truth be told he was getting rather chilly. His long fingers were gradually going stiff as the dug between smooth pebbles and sharp flint, all cold as cold could be. The tips of his ears too were beginning to sting with the wind chill and he supposed that unless he wanted to lose his orbits to frostbite he'd better either stoke the fire or hurry up with his task. There was no sense in taking an exorbitant amount of time undertaking this chore to annoy Helena is he was going to lose vital body parts while he did so. Even still, he made his reluctance to take the help well known, huffing as he nodded his wordless approval and pointing at the fire to instruct her to see to it herself if she cared enough to. Being ranked three ranks higher than someone gave them the option to set them to work without worrying about backlash. If this girl knew well enough she'd swallow her pride and tend to whatever tasks her superiors asked of her. Ankh was probably one of the very few in Salsola that would more or less tolerate minor insubordination, or that at least wouldn't go squawking to The Boss or The Erilaz about it. O'Riley was apt to violence and Elphaba sent shivers down his spine, both from fear and attraction. He got the same feeling from most powerful women, Helena and Delfina most notedly.

'You can help pick flint if you've nothing better to do.' He half offered, half demanded, not even bothering to make eye contact with the Lykoi girl, a trait he could tell from scent alone if that red nose stripe and pale, pointed features weren't enough to deduce from.
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POSTED: Wed Jan 23, 2019 11:59 am

Innocence, once lost, can never be regained
Darkness, once gazed upon, can never be lost

OOC: +300 words.

Dahlia knew her place in the kingdom. She may not have been an Associate anymore, but she was still of the lowest rank within Salsola's structure. Should she continue to stay here, she was going to have to do as the others told her to do. In part, this would help her to gain their trust, but also to keep their backs off her whenever she made her way outside of the kingdom. She had to think everything through to the smallest detail... otherwise there would be danger coming to her small family.

The coyote watched as the pale man suddenly lifted a finger, pointing silently at the fire. So he had accepted her offer, but wanted her to be the one to deal with his dying flames. Well that was slightly annoying. Here she was trying to be kind, but he turned that kindness on her. That's how all of Salsola did it wasn't it? No real thanks for what they had been given, just barely an acknowledgement and then going back to whatever it was they were doing.

Green eyes rolled slightly, but she did kneel down in the sand next to the fire. Grabbing a small amount of the kindling, she reached out, carefully sticking it into the middle of the flames. That would help to make them bigger. She placed some of the bigger pieces she had gathered on top. It would take a small amount of time for them to catch fire, but that should make the fire bigger and last just that much longer.

Dahlia's head shifted over to the side, ears catching his... request? It seemed more like a demand than anything else, but she offered him a shrug, "Quite the charmer aren't you? Suppose I have nothing better to do." Her hands carefully moved down to the stones and glass, eyes picking out the flint he was looking for before assisting him with the task, "If you don't mind me asking, what is the flint for?"

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POSTED: Wed Jan 23, 2019 6:47 pm

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There was reluctance in her, a slight, well-masked roll of her chartreuse eyes, but in the end, she did as he'd asked anyway. Pumpkin eyes had narrowed as their owner had wondered whether the coyote would obey and they softened as she did, looking away soon after and contenting themselves with picking more flint from the cold rocky beach with half frozen fingers. She still had the boldness to make a sarcastic comment, an action which caused his face to bunch up again. In reality, he wouldn't bother to get her hung up unless her boldness crossed a line, but he always prefered to act in a way which indicated he might. Usually, it was enough to ward troublemakers off, and on the off chance it wasn't, he always had the option paid Helena off to put the frighteners on them if needed.

When she asked why exactly he needed the flint, he shrugged with a huff. 'God knows.' His annoyance was clear in his voice, sounding rather like an overgrown, petulant child as he loudly threw the flint shards into the woven basket Helena had set him out with. 'Helena likes to gives me the tasks she'd rather not do. Given her opinion of me, I'm not entirely sure this isn't a Sisyphean task just for her own entertainment...' he said bitterly, throwing another sharp of flint into the basket, letting it clang loudly against the rest of the contents of the basket. He wouldn't have put it past Helena, she held a higher rank than him and he was at no liberty to refuse anything she asked of him. Not if he wanted to retain the paltry rank he currently possessed. He knew that this was likely a rank he wouldn't see much advancement from. He was too sheltered, too sequestered in his dark hollow to ever be truly considered for lofty ranks. That was largely fine by him, he had no lofty ambitions to go with such ranks, he did what he personally thought was worthy and worthwhile. He was grateful that he was more or less left happily alone to do so. He was still viciously loyal to his birth pack, but of course, he showed it in his own unique way.

'I wouldn't put it past her.' Came his additional commentary. Click, click, click came the sound of another few pieces of flint filling the basket. 'I don't even know how much flint the witch wants. A basketful I suppose, it better be since that's all she's getting from me.'
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POSTED: Mon Feb 11, 2019 11:04 pm

Innocence, once lost, can never be regained
Darkness, once gazed upon, can never be lost

OOC: +300 words.

Dahlia was well aware that if she didn't start to change her attitude around here... at least when it came to dealing with the other ranked members, she was going to get into trouble. That sure didn't seem to stop her from doing it. As long as she did as the others wanted and at least behaved around the right kind of people, there shouldn't be too much of a problem. Even with the male she was helping out now... he had turned his face in a bit of annoyance to her quips, but dismissed it once she had gotten to work anyways. That was better than the other alternative.

One of the coyote's ears shifted slightly to the pale man's answer. So he was gathering the flint, but had no idea why. His dislike for Helena and her chores were clear enough, so that was at least something the two of them had in common. She had not spoken a word about the news her sister had told her when she had passed away from childbirth, but it was enough to keep the pups away from that woman.

How could she trust her when she had attacked her sister towards the end of her own pregnancy and threatened her? How could she ever tell that to Coaxoch without putting them in danger?

The two of them had gone back to poking through for the flint, Dahlia's hand raising to drop some of the ones she had collected into the basket, "Well, if the basket isn't what she wanted, then she should be more specific." It should be enough for... whatever she intended to do with them. There really wasn't much of a point to wondering what that purpose would be since she herself didn't want to get close to the Quartermaster. Not wanting the conversation to just die away... to lose the opportunity to speak with someone with as much dislike as she did, the coyote spoke up again, "Is there a reason why she bothers you so much to do her chores?"

Her question was not meant to sound... antagonizing, but rather curious why Helena would pick him over anyone else or even one of the servants.

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