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POSTED: Wed Mar 23, 2016 11:48 am

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Eventide had reported to her duly. Bane tried her best not to interfere with her littermates (Eventide was different, he was younger, and therefore she had every right to pester him in her mind) and she had simply assumed that Plague was having a hard time adjusting to Salsola. The shy priestess had always been an odd one, and acclimating to the new surroundings had no doubt been hard. He had seemed angry, so she had sent him on his way and gathered some supplies. She would not stand to see her sister suffer (or for Plague to lose face in Salsola) and she mounted Dama with purpose in the early hours of the morning

Eventide's description of where she was staying had been spot on. The young archer had a good eye for the land, though he was still quite new to it. He had declined to come with her, but she did not begrudge it. Plague could be a difficult, depressed soul — and he was not a man of great patience. The waif approached the campsite atop her black and white mount, and called out softly. "Schwester?"

pp with her finding plague but I didn't think you would mind <3[wc — ??]

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POSTED: Wed Mar 23, 2016 1:53 pm

no worries <3 (+242)

The little rat.

She should have known he would go and tattled on her like the little welp he was. There was nothing else she should have expected. She had been careless and so this was the price to pay. Except, maybe, this was what she wanted. Perhaps not so overtly, but the want was there. Not that she would ever admit to that. Especially not to the likes of her hasty brother. Thoughts like that were better kept inside. There they could fester and not be used against her in the paranoid ways she foresaw.

But still, she couldn't understand why her sister bothered with her. Among the Khalif, they scarcely even associated with each other. It was if they hadn't been sisters at all, really. It was like that with all of her siblings, at least in regard to herself. She had been alone, and over the years she grew accustomed to it. Little outright desire did she have to change that.

Plague grimaced from within her home, not exactly ready for Bane's concern. She reminded her much of their mother, who loved all of her children in a way the wraith had always avoided her for. It was too much and without reason, for what had she done to deserve love? Nothing, she knew.

Slowly, she emerged from the darkness of her home, as tired and melancholic as her. Looking upon her mounted sister with indifference, she spoke, "...Ja?"

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POSTED: Tue Mar 29, 2016 3:09 pm

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She had never dared question why Misery had not shielded the others with the same degree of care she had shown to Bane. There was the fear — unspoken, but paralyzing in its intensity — that such a question would have gotten her cast out. She had accepted her position as something treasured in silence, and she would not have traded it away. She loved her siblings, but the waif feared the true horrors of the Mountain.

Bane slid nimbly down from Dama's back and gave the stallion a faint, distracted pat on the nose. <"Eventide is worried about you,"> She gave her sister a look of frank, open appraisal, and her lips curled down in a frown. <"And from the looks of you, so am I. What is wrong?">

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POSTED: Wed Apr 06, 2016 9:54 pm

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Their concern was disturbing. It was almost sickening how it crawled under her skin and into the cracks of her cold heart. It made her feel things she wasn't used to, and if anything bothered her more than loose-lipped rats, it was inconsistency. Irregularities. Deviations from what she thought to be set in stone.

Plague shook her head, disinterested in this conversation, though she knew Bane would not leave without an answer. <"Nothing. I am tired, if anything at all,"> the exhaustion was clear under her eyes. The days did not treat her kindly, and as of recently, neither did the nights. It seemed the sun and moon themselves were against her. What had she done to deserve this?

She idly shifted her weight onto her other leg, and a hot flash of pain flared up through her. She wavered momentarily, as if she were falling, though she regained her balance a moment later. It went without saying that this was not at all graceful.

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POSTED: Wed Apr 13, 2016 5:57 am

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Often, she thought Plague had the most in common with the old woman. Misery had been a woman prone to the depths of sorrow that seemed to eclipse Plague. The sadness, the weakness, the sickness that clung to her like a caul. Bane wanted to grab her, shake her, and scream until her sister got the point that this was a better place. Salsola had Law and reason, and those were good things. Mad Gods did not hold sway, there was Salvia, the implacable, unyielding Law. The waif said nothing, at least until Plague wavered and her gold-green eyes narrowed in concern and anger.

<"You are a poor liar, sister."> Her voice was distant thunder, perilous and foreboding. She approached swiftly and dropped smoothly to kneel before her dark littermate. <"What happened?"> Bane didn't like to pull rank, but her voice made it clear that it was a command, not a request any longer.

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POSTED: Wed Apr 13, 2016 12:27 pm

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There was no evading her sister. She was too smart and too keen to be fooled so easily. That, and Plague lacked the energy to double her efforts. Though she tried to stand tall and unwavering, she couldn't deny the fragility she felt in her body. Even now, all she wished for was the chance to rest. But she couldn't rest, not with a monster and her beast of a mate prowling the borders, looking for any chance to finally put an end to her life.

Perhaps Bane could protect her, somehow. They were sisters—littermates, even—and so Plague figured there was something to be done. She had to help her, didn't she? They were sisters.

But then a thought sprung forth: What good had being related to anyone done for her? The answer was clear once she thought about it; Nothing.

The waif kneeled before her and Plague could feel her eyes scanning her injury. Quickly she was not simply family anymore. She was a medic, and more importantly, her superior. And the wraith had run out of options long ago.

<"You won't believe me,"> she said coldly, <"but a pair of monsters followed us from the mountain. They're here. They're out for my blood, and they will not rest until every last drop has been spilled.">

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