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POSTED: Sun Jun 02, 2019 4:44 pm

Odalis sat perched in the garden, weaving heavy blossoms together into a vine that she would eventually use to decorate her tiny room. She had traversed the garden often, inspecting the bulbs and tubers that had sprouted soon after the first thaw - and now she could see rows of dahlias begin to push their leafy greens through mounds of mulch and debris. She had collected the pretty purple flowers that blossomed like clover for her work - and the air smelt like green onions and the rich earth that she wiggled her toes into.

Few came here. More often than not she worked alone, happy to ignore the ebb and flow of the Salsolan nobility that so often trickled through the Ruins in an effort to spot Elphaba.

An ugly bird-cry had her startling, her work dropping to her lap as she growled. The peacock was a funny metaphor for the Kingdom that it claimed for itself – the sweeping plumage beautiful in pigments of emerald and sapphire. Odalis thought it truly a useless creature, for she had chased it once before from the garden (it had pecked too closely to her most favorite of flowers) and it had awkwardly flown into a nearby tree to warble at her indignantly before disappearing.

Now it eyed her beadily as she continued her weaving – content to watch it strut between the rows of growth so long as it did not get too close.

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turn ourselves into these ashes?
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POSTED: Sun Jun 02, 2019 5:55 pm

"Kruh!"

Another bird joined the listless dog, a beakful of pink and purple flowers sticking out at all ends. Dogmeat had been greater laps around the area, sometimes missing lunch with her friend for a day or two. The crow's curiosity had made a slow return, and though still wary, Salsola kept her fascinated. In no particular order, she had discovered: two round marbles with a cat's-eye center; a chunk of pink stained glass erupting from some mud; a glass jar full of old, faded wood beads, sealed tight but unable to be dug out by her claws; a piece of marble tile with a cross carved into it; and an old horseshoe that Dogmeat had tried to carry to Odalis, but ended up dropping onto an angry squirrel's nest.

At least squirrels were stupid and didn't remember who slighted them. Dogmeat was certain that it was squirrels who never remembered anything like that. Or were bears what she was thinking of? The local fish? Dogmeat decided it didn't matter anyways. What mattered was that Odalis now had a bunch of pretty flowers to add to her vine. Dogmeat was tempted to pick at the twining craft, but resisted the urge because it belonged to her friend. Odalis was always so sad, and flowers seemed to cheer anyone up, so why should Dogmeat ruin that for her?

From where she landed beside the Luperci, the crow click-clacked over and raised her beak high.

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POSTED: Fri Jun 07, 2019 10:40 pm

The peacocks tail feathers dragged behind it as it warily stalked passed, its head angrily working back and forth as it watched Odalis weave her flowery crown. It was nothing like the antlered thing that so often perched atop Elphabas head, and beneath the pads of her fingers the petals were soft as velveteen. She wasn’t sure that there was anything more beautiful, save for the memories that so often haunted her of her Mother – or the opulent garden that had sprawled through their inner court yard.

Odalis was shocked out of her reverie by the warbling crow that landed nearby, the stamping of her feet immediately causing a smile to ignite upon her features.

”Dogmeat!” She greeted, immediately reaching to stroke the smooth feathered head, ”It looks like you’ve been busy too.” The blossoms in the birds mouth matched the colors she wove together, and as Dogmeat happily bounced about she procured a treat from her pocket to lay upon the stones before them. It was habit now to travel with tidbits of scrap, for she was always hopeful that the little bird would appear from somewhere – for in Salsola she had no other friend.

”What have you seen today?” She tipped her head, ”It must be nice to see so much from way up there.”

The peacock emitted another terrible cry and Odalis glared over the garden. "Watch out for him. He's terrible."

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POSTED: Mon Jun 10, 2019 2:50 pm

Dogmeat's beak opened to coo, the flowers falling beside Odalis's hip. Leaning in, eyes half-shut as Odalis worked at her feathers, the crow snuggled close. She was an affectionate creature and lived for all the pats, scratches and rubs Odalis had to offer. This didn't mean the crow stopped listening to her companion, and she perked up when asked where she'd been. The crow motioned eagerly in the direction she came from, a sparkling look in her black eyes. "Awp awp! Awp awp! Caw! Awp!"

Then Odalis mentioned other bird. Dogmeat gave the pompous, glittering pheasant-thing a dirty look, clicking her beak. She'd spotted the ridiculous, fan-tailed buzzard from afar, and had given it a wide berth. Not so stupid (though still too bold for her own good) to fight it, she'd settled for sitting in trees and screaming at it. Most of the time she wanted it to get out of her way, but there were more than a few insults in there. At least none of the Luperci she'd met knew crow-talk, unlike that wiry old coyote she'd met in the barren east. Dogmeat couldn't remember the last time she met one of the Wolf-Folk that could understand her.

An idea began to form in Dogmeat's head the longer she stared at the hellish mix of a blue jay and a wild turkey. While it did, the dark bird grabbed a couple of the larger flowers and handed them to her friend. They were a reddish color and cup-shaped, found growing out of the side of an old, den-like structure. A garden's neat rows had thrived there, running wild and ending up forgotten until the crow had passed by. It was the work of Wolf-Folk from long, long ago Dogmeat figured.

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POSTED: Sat Jun 29, 2019 8:15 pm

There were new servants now, new members who were all too eager to lay themselves down at the feet of the crown. Odalis stroked Dogmeat quietly, humming beneath her breath as the bird hopped back and forth before her, pecking curiously at the bundle of flowers that the girl had arranged before her on the stone. She was surprised that so few of Salsola came to check on the garden, for despite its wild appearance there were pockets of beauty hidden amongst the weeds that threatened to overtake the fence line – and she knew that if she toiled here long enough that something wonderful would spring from between her working fingers.

Odalis collected the flowers that Dogmeat offered and grinned at the pleased creature as she wove them together.

”Where did you find these?” She mused, canting her head with a doggish sparkle in her eyes, ”I haven’t seen these before.”

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POSTED: Sun Jun 30, 2019 7:26 pm

"Awp awp!" The crow hopped in merry jig, eyes bright and eager. At last, someone to explore with! She was sure Odalis would like the little cabin she found, with how far into its small copse of forest it was. The woods were lovely, dark and deep, were they not? The Wolf-Folk loved places that were lovely, dark and deep! That's what a den was, wasn't it? And dens had puppies, ergo, it might remind a Luperci of somewhere cozy!

The blue-black bird took wing, flying into another tree. "Caw!" she called on, jerking her beak in the direction of her find. She'd spotted other flowers on the way there, too, poking through the grass in clumps of white and yellow. If there was anything her friend could enjoy, it was all those blossoms to pick on their journey. "Caw! Caw caw! Awwwwp!"

Unfortunately, the peacock also saw this as an invitation to join. Bobbing his brush-crowned head, the gaudy turkey-thing stalked after Odalis. Something malicious stirred in his beady black eyes, and the crow narrowed hers. (By comparison, Dogmeat's thought hers were cute, round and sweet. The bird believed they looked like buttons or blackberries against her face. She refused to believe otherwise, no matter what beast called her a "pebble-eyed thief".) "Ah, ah, ah!" he called, shaking his eye-spotted tail and hurrying toward the red dog. Dogmeat spread her wings and awp'ed angrily at the bird, who honked back with a vicious snap. Dogmeat puffed up all her feathers and hunched her wings, screaming back at the asshole crossed with a flower.

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POSTED: Sun Jul 14, 2019 4:06 pm

Odalis couldn’t help but smile as Dogmeat hopped about jovially, her expression shining brightly as she took off into a nearby tree. Her calls had the dog trailing after her, glancing about as the crow bobbed her head, gesturing with a shiny beak in the direction of her find. ”Where are you taking me?” The girl trilled, tucking blossoms into the auburn waves of her hair and ignoring the way that the happy sunshine reminded her so much of home.

They went like this for awhile, the dog trotting after the little bird which lead her further and further through the wood and away from the sunlit garden.

It was only when the grotesque squeal of the Peacock reached her that Odalis spun on her heel to glare at him – the shimmering head of his royal blue featheres twitching and dancing as he crowed a battle cry into the din. Perhaps if he had been a silent observer, less aggressive and eager to spy on them from somewhere high up and out of the way he would have been better liked.

Odalis caught herself baring her teeth and growling, ”Get out of here!”

He was stamping his little clawed feet and she was sure that he was going to charge at her.

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POSTED: Sun Jul 21, 2019 8:07 pm

Not while Dogmeat was on watch.

The look the black bird gave was fit for a murder. Wings spreading, the crow made a guttural squeal unlike any sound ever made around Odalis. Dark feathers rising, Dogmeat looked filled with static as she launched from the tree. Opening her small feet wide, Dogmeat screamed a nasal, piercing cry that rattled the trees. (At least, that's what Dogmeat hoped - she could only sound so intimidating when her voice was so chick-like.)

Arcing down, the crow aimed to rake the top of the peacock's head with her talons. It wouldn't do much damage, but it would be distracting and maybe enough to dislodge some of his crown. She'd go up into a tree, squawking an angry threat-call before diving back down. This time she'd try to land on the peacock's back and neck, pulling at as many feathers as she could to distract it. Dogmeat would make sure he'd learn what happened when he got too big for his gaudy, painted-on plumage. His attitude was begging to have him killed and stuffed like a turkey. He'd get a good and proper mobbing, his brashness suggesting he'd never dealt with an angry crow.

Come to think of it, was this a turkey? It had the fan tail of one and an obnoxious call, and acted as mean and stupid. Maybe this was what turkeys in Nova Scotia looked like. Dogmeat'd think about this later after she finished her maiming and showed Odalis where the pretty flowers were.

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