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POSTED: Sun Aug 12, 2018 8:36 am

Holy water cannot help you now

Sebastien needed to escape the heat. The kind that baked the earth and his master’s own fiery temperament. The long dry days seemed to drag on, leaving many canines in little mood to do much of anything. The young slave picked up the slack when he could, thankful for the short coat his father’s people had given him. His pads still dripped with moisture as he sat panting. He’d shifted several bucketfuls of water for the household’s use.

Another kind of water interested Sebastien. The sparkling trails of the Pictou called to his exertion-drenched body. His companions, Tara and Myrkr followed along behind. For a while, he could enjoy the simple pleasure of watching the ducks. Heads on tapered necks angled to catch a glimpse of an insect amongst the marsh brush. Clouds of swarming bugs parted as the ducks dived toward them; a series of excited sounds announcing their arrival.

The hound smiled at his birds, unable to hold back the genuine laughter that escaped his lips. Sure, things were stressful and odd in his life at the moment. He could count on his ducks and Coaxoch to see him through. The cover of the trees thinned as the river came into view and he sighed. The ducks nibbled at the hardy growth that pushed through the shoreline, whilst Sebastien dropped down next to them.

The sand was warm to the touch, and yet the air was cool against his skin. Slowly the male stretched out long limbs and relaxed into a sitting position. His trip here was not for pleasure; his business could wait a while longer.

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POSTED: Sun Aug 12, 2018 2:03 pm

Unlike the companion he was soon to come across, Ankh was beside himself with the weather. Like a snake, he basked in it's concentrated rays, the pink skin of his underbelly lifted skywards. In others, perhaps, this display would be unbecoming, but it seemed the pale man's etherealness afforded him some leeway. The sand underneath him was red hot and it failed to cool significantly as it wormed it's way deep into the long, thin fur that ran the length of the D'Aabt's spine.

A light breeze made for land from the expanse of the sea to his left that separated the blunt peninsula that the D'Angelo lay upon and the flatter shoreline. Upon it drifted the scent of another, a weak, submissive scent. It also smelt strongly of that woman. Rolling back onto his stomach, his face twisted sourly, Ankh picked himself up and began to traverse the coast to where the servant sat.

'Has your mistress sent you out on some banal quest?' he asked, standing with the sun beating down upon his back, the light illuminating him from behind.
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POSTED: Mon Aug 13, 2018 2:35 pm

Holy water cannot help you now

It was a peaceful moment while it lasted. He could do what he wanted, without fear of rebuke or abuse. Sebastien cupped a handful and released it slowly, watching the grains fall and rejoin the rest. There was something soothing in the act, and he imagined he had gathered up all the things he hated about himself and let them go. Over and over the hound did this, engrossed in cleansing his weaknesses.

The Stone was unaware of the shifting of the breeze, that carried another’s scent upon its trails. Tara squeezed in beside her master, while the drake lifted his head to regard the stranger for a moment. Myrkr, content the other canine was not about to offer him a meal, turned his attention to the banks that looked more promising. The slave’s whiskers twitched at the new scent, and he backed away at the other’s approach.

The man looked dangerous. Yet wasn’t everyone in his new home? The sharp contours of the wolfdog’s figure reminded him of the snakes he had seen in Freetown. He shared the same sinuous qualities, being both mesmerising and deadly in equal measure. The sun’s light gilded the pale man’s body altering his mortal appearance into something divine. Sebastien could have believed it if Myrkr hadn’t ignored the figure.

He spoke of Sebastien’s master with scorn on his tongue; which caused the young slave to wonder. Broken from his trance, the dog got to his feet and brushed himself off. He was quick to reveal his speckled throat for inspection as he cast his eyes at the witch’s feet. “We haven’t met before,” he started before rattling off the by now well-worn introduction that had been drummed into him. “I’m Arbiter Helena’s servant, Sebastien.”

With that out of the way he considered an appropriate answer. “N-No, I just wanted to f-feel the sun on my skin and take a b-breather. Can I help you with s-something?” The hound hated the way he sounded, breathy and uncertain. It was endlessly frustrating; he knew what he wanted to say but when he opened his mouth to speak he sounded like someone else. So unlike his old self.

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POSTED: Mon Aug 13, 2018 7:08 pm

lmao he really is

Golden eyes neglected to see the waterfowl, the clouded mind behind them had most likely neglected to notice they were even present. No, the snake's eyes were firmly rooted to the doggish servant. Ankh wanted to laugh each time he heard the word. Slaves all but in name. It was true that, now, they could purchase their way out of such a life, but servitued was servitued. Especially when it was unwilling...

'No... We haven't...' The hound began to move slowly. He traced a semi-circle around the servant, appraising him like a prize bull before he returned to his previous position. A sighthound, a kindred spirit. Barrel-chested and lithe, to the outside observer they could almost be blood. The D'Aabt balked at this thought, he was regal and pure, while this... slave, was weak and foolish, at complete odds with the Thistle Kingdom. 'I know who you are.' He could smell it on him. The scent of that cock eared witch hung over him like a mist.

A tongue flickered out past needle point teeth, wetting blushing lips before darting home. Golden eyes bored into the servant a while longer before proclaimed, 'I have no needs that could be met by you, no.'
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POSTED: Mon Aug 20, 2018 9:43 am

Holy water cannot help you now

The accented stranger spoke to confirm that they hadn’t met. Sebastien kept his gaze low as the doggish male circled him as a predator would. The brindle’s former self would have smiled, with a joke on his lips about his current situation. He was a shadow amongst the gilded ranks of the kingdom, a being that existed for others and disappeared when it wasn’t needed. The best he could do now was wait for the white serpent to pull his strings.

From cursory glances he noted a few similarities in their heritage. They were both lean in frame and long-limbed, yet there was a softness to Bastien that the other did not possess. It wasn’t ugly, far from it, it was just different. He drew himself up, thin shoulders tucking into his neck, when the serpent snapped at him. The boy noticed the curl of muzzle, parting of lips to allow a tongue to slip past. Perhaps it was not just Sebastien’s lowly status the male disliked; He smelled of Helena after all.

The Confidante pinned the servant with golden eyes, prolonging the awkwardness. He nodded slowly, when he was declared useless. At least that was one less thing to worry about.

The hound turned his attention to check on the ducks, when a hint of colour caught his attention. There, etched in faded green was a tattoo that stood out on pale skin. The artist in him could admire the simplicity of the design. Rose quartz eyes, wide with curiosity stared at the twin of his own mark. “T-that mark. Who made that for you? Whoever it was knew w-what they were doing. T-That colour suits you… erm, if you d-don’t mind me saying so.”

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POSTED: Wed Aug 22, 2018 11:13 am

sorry this is short and lacklustre, phone posting on holiday is rough lmao

Golden eyes dropped to his wrist, the thick, olive green lines cut deep into his flesh. Tender flesh. A heavy sacrifice. The lines weren't perfect, the edges were rough and uneven, as too was the colouring. It had bled heavily and healed awkwardly. Yet Ankh saw it as the perfect visual representation of his loyalty to Salsola.

'I did it myself.' He admitted. Which had been part of the reason it had healed so badly. In his youth, his ability was, of course, no where near that of his mother's. The inking too had been done hastily, the colouring uneven, especially near the edges. What could have been done safely and painlessly by someone else, had been done by Ankh himself at a great cost.

'How fairs your mistress's mate? the pale man asked suddenly, his subtly mismatched eyes zoning back in toward the servant. Till was a more palatable subject, there were scarcely as many things that Ankh like to talk about, or think about, as the ghost faced male.
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POSTED: Sun Oct 07, 2018 3:47 pm

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Sebastien quirked an eyebrow when Ankh claimed ownership of the tattoo. “Really? Do you still practise?” He smiled at the thought of chatting with a fellow ink artist. The pale man turned his eyes away to observe his handiwork, affording the servant a chance to look too. The mark was a little rough around the edges, on closer inspection. The olive ink was shy of the lines in some areas, and too deeply cut in others for it to be smooth. It must have hurt like hell, which revealed a little about the Warden.

“Salsola must mean a lot to you.” Taffy eyes widened as the words left Bastien’s lips. “Uh, that was a stupid thing to say uhm…” The hound was thankful for the sudden change in subject as Ankh turned his gaze upward. The Warden didn’t specify which of Helena’s mates he was referring to, which was problematic. He dithered for a heartbeat, not wanting to say the wrong thing. The other had yet to reveal his name so he couldn't rely on having overheard it, either.

“Calla is doing well, and recently returned with her sons,” He began, covering both bases. A smile lit his face as he spoke about his uncle. Thinking of the pale-faced man always reminded him of pleasant times. “I believe Till is well also, although he is too busy to spend as much time with me as I’d like. Which is a shame because I miss him.” It didn’t occur to the servant that he might have said too much, only that he was to burnish the reputations of those closest to him.

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POSTED: Thu Oct 11, 2018 5:33 pm

The pale snake inclined his head to the side a little, a casual half nod. He technically didn't practice anymore. He was not the segno, nor was he the curandero. But it was true that there wasn't currently anyone in those positions, and who else aside from a healer shaman could people turn to if they were in a pinch? The nod indicated that he was willing to at least, should anyone come looking to him for the service.

Ankh nodded again, a little more surely this time. 'As much as it can be for someone who knows nothing else...' He answered coyly. Salsola ran through his veins, it was as much a part of him as his blood itself. Slash his wrist and he would bleed a sickly green colour and the smell of the pines would waft through the air. He knew nothing else and would, hopefully, never know anything else. Ankh would, disaster notwithstanding, live out his entire life in Salsola and would eventually expire its viper-like embrace.

The slave, servant, was smart to cover his bases, but it was evident in Ankh's face that he cared little about what he had to say about Calla. Pumpkin eyes lit up the moment the Ulrichson's name was uttered and his tail flickered. The pale man missed him too, but he held his tongue and waited for the servant to speak again.
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