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POSTED: Thu Mar 24, 2016 6:33 pm

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Of course, the first time she would seek her sister out (after her brief encounter with the Curandera some days ago), she would not be around.

But it was Plague's own fault that her efforts bore no fruit. Logically, a medic would be found in a medical building during the day, not at her home. She knew this, and yet still chose to to avoid the clinic entirely. There, it was certain another Salsolan would be there—perhaps even her apparent friend, Quicksilver—and that was what she wanted to avoid. They would sap her energy and leave none for her to work with. None for woodworking, or foraging, or even trapping. And that was unacceptable.

Despite all of this she still grumbled in frustration as she dismounted her steed, giving the gelding a pat as she did so. She stood there for a moment, wondering what to do, until she decided she would wait. It was inefficient and time-consuming, but it was what she wanted. She would see her sister that day.

Plague idly toyed with the wooden snake's head around her neck, discreetly taking notice of the male scents that lingered around the cabin. One she knew was her sister's slave, and though the other was unfamiliar to her, she knew from rumors that the Queen's brother stayed here. "Or something like that," she thought. It mattered little, really. Both of them were just two more souls to avoid.

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POSTED: Mon Apr 04, 2016 10:07 pm

He knew Bane had many siblings, but this was normal to Basilaris – he too had many siblings.

They were not all here. Most had gone with their mother to the Outpost, where he supposed it was perhaps easier to get out from under the shadow of their superior sister. Salvia was a beacon to Salsola and set a precedence in her family, one which none of them would ever reach. The position of Boss would never belong to any of his other sisters, and especially not to him or his brother.

Basilaris was not particularly good with names, but he learned faces easily. He recognized this stranger as D'Angelo by her similarity to Bane, though her dark fur and acidic-green eyes betrayed this clearly. The family was touched by darkness, something he supposed could come from anywhere. While Salvia had once tried to explain how she chose horses to breed, the whole concept had gone over his head. It made no sense to him.

Returning from the nearby forest (where he had watched her, himself lingering and considering leaving) the white wolf approached so that she would be able to see him coming.

Bane's not here, he called.


POSTED: Wed Apr 06, 2016 11:26 pm

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Surprisingly, she was not phased when the white giant of a man emerged from the forest nearby. Her gaze drifted languidly towards the sound of his voice, and she was quick to turn it away once more. "Henchman," she greeted in her ever so vacant voice.

Plague wondered briefly what it was that drew her sister to him. She herself had always harbored an angry, heavy hatred towards the white wolves of Ankh. It was a natural response, given they reveled in any chance to make her and her kin suffer. She supposed this was yet another difference between her and her litter-mate. It was Bane who had taken their white brother to bed, and it was her who was nearly punished for it. In some ways, Plague was not surprised by who the Arbiter had taken in to her life. This didn't mean she ceased being bemused by it.

The wraith carefully pressed her weight onto her injured ankle, wincing at it in pain for a brief moment before she stopped. She remained obstinate in her decision to wait, "I can tell. Are you here for her as well?" Though she thought of herself as above nosing into others' lives, she couldn't help but to be curious when it came to her family.

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POSTED: Tue Apr 12, 2016 10:28 pm

The mountain they called Khalif had felt removed from him the same way the name D'Angelo was removed from him. Basilaris knew the stories – he had known of the cannibal-ghost Tak and his madness, and of the war which the Lady of the Sun and the Silver Arrow had waged against the demon. There were stories he had never heard, for he had been taken at the same time as his father. Instead he had heard about a living god that had been raised and slaughtered and raised again, and of an apocalyptic future as to which those horrible people were saving him from.

Hell was what they told him about, and Hell was where they took him. There was no salvation and there was no healing.

His eyes darted to her leg and then back to her face, which was and was not like the one he saw each night before he slept. Basilaris' ringed eyes narrowed as he considered her question.

I live here, he told her. Then, reclining to his haunches, he looked up at her and asked unabashedly: How did you get hurt?


POSTED: Thu Apr 14, 2016 8:06 pm

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The white giant was direct, and in a kingdom of liars, she couldn't take that for granted. Often Plague was at a loss with what was said to her; did they mean this or did they mean that? It bothered her, the feeling of confusion caused by her own ineptitude. By now, it was like an old friend. One she wouldn't hesitate to stab in the back, if only for a bit of respite.

She expected everyone to question her about her injury, and though at first she tried to hide the truth, she knew her sister was right. She wasn't a very good liar. And so by now it was a habit to tell others what she had told those that came before them.

"I had a fall while I was running," said the wraith, "from a pair of monsters beyond the borders." She became tense then, still fearful to speak of her beastly siblings. "They followed Bane and I from our ho—from the mountain we came from."

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POSTED: Fri Apr 15, 2016 10:31 am

Riddle-games had been a part of Salsola since its inception, and the Cueponi ceremony proved their importance. Children were expected to learn that things were not always the same. Logic and ingenuity mattered when it came to the translation of silvery tongues and false-friendly smiles.

Basilaris, separated from these things for many seasons, lacked ease in the use of these latter things. His direct behavior was a consequence of this, and had made him a lousy trader. He had grown and learned to fight, and fighting was all he felt truly good at. Even the horse he owned was surely under-worked, for the great white wolf was not capable of training as his sister (and his niece, even) could.

This was acceptable to Basilaris. Fighting he could do.

His face constricted.

They attacked you? He asked, but seeing no other obvious signs wondered at the question. Did you report this?


POSTED: Mon Apr 25, 2016 5:41 pm

sorry for the wait! D: (+157)

Plague withdrew at the Henchman's change of face. Though she knew she was safe within the borders of Salsola, still there lingered a fear in her heart whenever she engaged with a man. It was what was left in the aftermath of what felt like years of being toyed with and tortured. And so now the slightest, most simple change sent her running with her tail between her legs.

Except she didn't run, at least, not this time. She did, however, concede to his questions. Her face twisted in confusion and she shook her head briefly.

"It happened beyond Salsola, so I didn't think of doing so," her arms crossed over her chest, defensive about divulging information about her attack. "Should I have?" The idea still perplexed her. Would something have been done about it had she told? This realization shook her, and in her head she berated herself for having been so stupid.

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POSTED: Thu Apr 28, 2016 10:40 am

The white wolf's frown remained fixed, as if he had smelt something unpleasant.

You are a member of Salsola, he began, and almost without realizing it slipped into the language of his father's people. Even beyond the borders you are protected by Salsola. Those who do not respect this deserve punishment.

Basilaris, at least, believed this. He thought it prudent that threats in any capacity be assessed and eliminated, and this included in preventing assaults before they happened. The fact that such a thing had passed unnoticed perturbed him, but the nature of Salsola was one of secrecy. It was her right to keep things in the dark, and so he did not correct her on this matter. Privacy was meant to hide shameful things, but to a man dedicated to defending his home, this ignorance left him feeling quite foolish.

Outsiders have been killing women, Basilaris further explained, and the whisper of a growl lingered with this statement. This was exceptionally unforgivable to him.


POSTED: Fri Apr 29, 2016 11:23 pm

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What would they have done had she reported it? Had she not hid like a cowardly whelp, would she still be so terrified at the thought of leaving her own home? The thought hurt her, and she could feel herself wanting to crawl into her bed and sleep for another two months. Maybe it'd be better, then, if she let herself finally waste away.

And yet, she still wanted to be here. Whether for herself or her family, she didn't know. Plague was not entirely sure it mattered, either. It seemed as if everyday another of her kin arrived in the Thistle Kingdom, and though she thought herself beyond caring for family, she still wished to see them all. Even if most of them weren't tolerable in the slightest.

"I've heard," she said. The murders were, as far as she knew, committed upon daughters of Rah'khir, ones not unlike the Queen and her own golden child. Plague wondered briefly if her beastly sister was responsible for these killings, and though she hated her, she knew this was not the case. They hunted the darkest of their kind, other children of Tak, and they did not simply leave corpses lying around. They burned them, like every other sacrifice made on the mountain.

"The monsters I mentioned—I fear they may come for Bane," she glanced off, uncomfortable with her own words. "I would like to know that you will not let them touch her."

The woman slipped easily into her second tongue, her chest suddenly tight with anxiety, <"She is all I have.">

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POSTED: Sat Apr 30, 2016 5:07 pm

It had taken many years for the slaves to kill the masters.

Fear had been the strongest of all chains, and it had been a very real fear for most of them. A threat of suffering, of losing those whom they loved, these were all exceptional claims which were believed. Many people were hurt, and some were killed. There was deliberate action in the methods as to which punishment was displayed.

Secret hurts were nevertheless sometimes far worse. Intimate hurts revealed truer, deeper things about oneself.

Without a witness, there was no one to really know what happened. People never remembered things the same way, Basilaris thought. He was certain of this for his own memories were distorted and shaped by things like drugs and manipulation.

Yet an honest and strange light came to his eyes, and even with all his scars and his gruff voice, he sounded very solemn when he spoke.

No one will touch her, he reassured the woman. There were secret promises he and Bane spoke to one another in the dark, and he sensed a change between them – the solidification of something he did not understand – and recalled a sensation of responsibility similar (and exceptionally different) to his promises made to Salvia to protect all of Salsola's children.

Tell me about these Outsiders, he requested. If he sensed her discomfort, he showed no sign of it. So if they come, I will be ready.


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