Who the heckin' heck are you?

P. Sebastien

POSTED: Fri Jul 06, 2018 11:14 am

(---)

Set for the same day Calla came home. She probably smells of sick and is with Chester, her son. c:

It was light out when she returned, when she found her way through Salsola's lands of thistle and bramble back to the only other home than the one she had, had in Millstone Village, the home she shared with Helena and the children that the two women had had by Till, by others [though those were more appropriately left to believe they were Till's].

Chester was by her side as she approached the little path that led to a yard filled with lavender bushes, with fresh mint that curled in the air to hide the secret scents that lurked beyond the doors and the roof itself that was full of herbs and prosperous plants, things she had added herself upon moving here long before Helena had.

Everything glance, every momentary look around the place was filled with nostalgia and memories, memories that made it hard to look at the place and it took her a long moment of staring at the ground, at the building of brick and stone a moment later before she finally led Aube toward the stall she had often put the horse within, freeing her of the clutches of her bit and reigns so she could walk into her shared home from the side door and extra room. Inside were a bunch of new scents that she was not familiar with.

There were some that she could recall through her dazed memories and there were those that were familiar too, like Helena's scent that came strong from upstairs as she walked through that little pathway and up the stairs that led to the bottom floor. Chester followed behind her, quiet as he often was when she was in such a mood though she could tell he was eager to get on with his day. After all, after being gone so long, even he had his own memories to turn to.

He was still young. He still had ambitions, skills to nurture that would allow him to prosper in Salsola. Of course... none of that mattered to Calla when there was noise coming from upstairs, an unfamiliar rattle of movement that had her fur standing on edge.

She walked up the stairs that led toward the small makeshift kitchen that was parted by the curtain of furs and pelts that made an extra room, peeking insidiously around the corner of the door frame in case danger lurked.


Salsola
Sanctus Apprentice (NPC)
User avatar
Dread
Luperci Witch Mate to Helena and Till

POSTED: Sun Jul 08, 2018 6:58 am

The boy rose early as the house was draped in morning light. His life had taken him down a path he hadn’t imagined, and yet he was content. How could Bastien complain with a roof over his head, somewhere dry to sleep and daily meals? His new station in life came with its share of responsibilities, sure. He’d happily take it over the to the paranoia and starvation he’d faced on the streets. The dog yawned as he scanned the scrap of parchment that outlined his tasks for the day.

He always started with the kitchen as it was closest to his own nest, an out-of-the way nook. The hound cracked open a window and sniffed at the fragrant air that filtered through. He gathered the sprigs of freshly-cut herbs and bunches of flowers that Helena collected and made into perfumes, and moved them toward the sink. Bastien licked his lips as he poured the water from the container into the sink, and submerged the plants.

Debris floated to the surface, which Bastien tossed aside. He caught insects within his palms, and brought them onto the tabletop to inspect them. The poor sods wouldn’t be wasted; they would serve as a quick snack for his ducks, at least. He hummed as he worked, organising washed plants on the side and nipping off pests and dead growth with his claws.

Dead bugs go there, bad plant stuff goes here. The male might not have been an expert gardener, but the simple work soothed him. The sound of his voice and the rhythm of the activity were enough for him to miss the sounds coming from downstairs. He paused when an unfamiliar female scent entered his nose, followed by a male’s. Bastien thrust his hands out of the water and linked one wrist about the other, his body turned toward the newcomers.

“H-hello? Can I help you…?” His muzzle twitched as he registered the faint whiff of Helena that drifted from the other room. “Do you h-have business with the Arbiter?”

[wc: +300]
Avatar by Jasmae! ♥


Sebastien Stone

Art Credit: Jacoby!
Salsola
The Serf
User avatar
Ketsuki

FOREVER BY YOUR SIDE

POSTED: Sun Jul 08, 2018 9:25 am

(---)

ooc goes here

Calla froze in her place at the sudden intrusion of a stranger within their home. She hadn't expected anyone here, mainly because she had been outside looking at her home for some time before she'd decided to come in. No one had come out to welcome her and no one, for all she knew, had even noticed she was back. All Calla knew was that he had to be a stranger, a wayward soul, someone who was here to steal their stuff while Helena, the kids, Till, and herself were gone.

She wouldn't let him. Not after she had worked so hard in her first days to get their home in working, usable condition. With a growl, she stepped forward, grabbing at the closest weapon she could find... an old rolling pin that was on its last leg, beaten up and dented in places, chunks missing in others where the wood had been accidentally gouged by blade or by claw.

"Who are you?!" she shouted, and Chester was quick to take the remaining stairs behind her more than one at a time, with an ease that shocked her even as she stepped into the small kitchen ahead of time just as he reached forward, grabbing at her arm with the rolling pin to stop her in her place. "Mother, no.. Stop!" Chester had been here during Calla's self-induced, drugged stupor.

The mark on the servant's hand, after all, was her own craftsmanship though she couldn't remember him to save her life.. she probably would have at least saw some semblance of familiarity if she wasn't so obsessed with the idea that she was going to have to bludgeon someone her first day back.

"Let me go, Chester! Stop it, lemme go!" she struggled to get her hand free, her arm that was encompassed by Chester's burly hand and claws but he was stronger, her eyes still locked on Sebastien in case he tried anything. All that training, all that time wrestling with his brother and the other kids. It had made him into a force to be reckoned with.


Salsola
Sanctus Apprentice (NPC)
User avatar
Dread
Luperci Witch Mate to Helena and Till

POSTED: Tue Jul 10, 2018 11:58 am

The acrid tang of sickness rolled off the two canines, causing Bastien to wince. He tasted the air once more, unsure of his ability to recognise scents. Yet he could smell Helena. Was his master sick then? Who was the male with her? Questions buzzed in his mind, silenced by a white-gloved hand reaching for something. It tightened about a rolling pin, the boy’s breath hitched as he recognised the danger he was in.

His back pressed against the sink as the woman entered the kitchen, followed by a crash from the stairs. His fingers curled around the counter top, palms pressed down into the grainy surface. Bastien tried to speak, but the words felt heavy in his mouth. He recognised the fox-like woman as the artist who had marked him on his first night in Salsola. The drumming of his heart drowned out the recollection of her name.

The tattoo, though healed, seemed to itch in the presence of its creator. The male would have moved to itch at it, had he not been so afraid of the rage that crackled from her eyes. Another canine appeared, his bulk and height filled the space he occupied. The hound’s fur prickled at the tiny room he occupied, trapped with a murderer and a giant. The colossus lodged himself between his mother and the slave; a steadying hand on her arm.

He called the frenzied woman his mother. The thick cords of his bicep looked mercifully strong, and his voice dripped with a capability that was promising for Bastien’s survival. A small whine escaped his lips as the fair woman struggled against Chester, breaking him from his daze.

The hound loosened his grip on the counter and raised his hands slowly. Amongst the scars that crossed his mottled arms, the Hand of Eris stood out as a series of precise lines. there, teasing him beneath the silt it had been buried under, flickered her name like a precious stone. "C-Calla? It's me Sebastien, Helena's slave. R-remember? You gave me this." Taffy-coloured eyes trailed to the design she had carved into his wrist, and then dipped to the floor.

[wc: +300]
Avatar by Jasmae! ♥


Sebastien Stone

Art Credit: Jacoby!
Salsola
The Serf
User avatar
Ketsuki

FOREVER BY YOUR SIDE

POSTED: Thu Jul 19, 2018 11:11 am

(---)

ooc goes here

She came to a halt, if not because of Sebastien's introduction than because of Chester's grip at her arm that did not stall until she had lost all inkling to take the life of this supposed stranger in her home. The hazy fog of recollection entered the outer skirts of her memory and her mouth opened agape with a sharp 'O' before the stiffness in her arm faded and Chester let her go.

She set the rolling pin on the kitchen counter where it was meant to be before sliding to the closest chair, lifting a hand to brush her mane back and away from her face, breaths heavy for an instant before she gathered herself. Hands removed, she finally turned to face the stranger before nodding.

"That," she started, pointing toward his hand, "I remember that.." Only by hazy but real memories that came to her from time to time. Her tongue caught against her cheek, she shifted her weight from one side of the chair to the next. "Is there any tea made? Doesn't need to be hot," she questioned as her hands settled into her lap and her eyes finally took their rounds through the room, observing what was different and what was the same as she had left it. Helena had kept up with her herbs.

That made her happy. But there were differences here and there and the scents of her home were different too, in their own little way. Her scent was less thorough throughout the home, something that would change in the course of the next few weeks.

Tiredly, she watched as Chester exchanged a small nod with Sebastien before turning on the steps where he stood and walking for the door. In moments, she heard it squeak open and then the solid thud as the door closed and stuck in its typical manner. He, like her, had things to do that did not involve sticking around home.

"How long have you been Helena's servant?"


Salsola
Sanctus Apprentice (NPC)
User avatar
Dread
Luperci Witch Mate to Helena and Till

POSTED: Mon Aug 06, 2018 8:51 am

The woman came to her senses, as recognition washed over her fair features. Bastien tensed as Chester released Calla, but she made no movements toward him. With a sigh of relief the hound watched as the rolling pin was returned to its usual spot. That was one less thing to worry about, right? Pale eyes followed her as she fell heavily into a chair and raked her hands through her hair. Something was amiss, the stink of illness and something herbal tickled his nose. Calla folded her hands and turned to regard him.

She told Sebastien that she remembered marking him, and he swallowed dryly. The scene had imprinted itself into his mind, he had not minded being branded like property. Maybe this way, they would leave him alone. She would see that he belonged to another and stay away. Calla’s voice brought him out of his childish hoping with a request for something to drink.

Freed from her glare and given purpose, the boy stirred into activity. He was a ball of nervous energy at heart, yet Helena had tried to iron out his twitchiness. At least when it came to daily tasks. Sebastien found a drinking vessel and set it on the counter. He exchanged a nod with Chester before the male exited the house, leaving the two alone. He tried to ignore the sensation that Calla’s too-bright eyes might be burning a pattern into his back while he worked.

With his claws, Sebastien nipped off several leaves from a sprig of sweetfern. As the plant came into contact with his hands, it produced a pleasant aroma. The hound couldn’t help but breathe in the air as he tucked the leaves into the bowl. He submerged a container with the water he had collected earlier, and poured it over the leaves.

Holding it carefully, he placed it before the fair woman and waited with hands behind his back. “Erm, about a month or so,” Sebastien answered. “H-how was your trip?”

[wc: +300]
Avatar by Jasmae! ♥


Sebastien Stone

Art Credit: Jacoby!
Salsola
The Serf
User avatar
Ketsuki

FOREVER BY YOUR SIDE

POSTED: Sun Aug 19, 2018 4:43 am

(---)

ooc goes here

Calla had never been unfair to a servant. Corrine had given her lessons in herbs since she had come to Salsola, since she had first started toward a path in the direction of the Sanctus tier of the factions. It seemed only right that she allow them some module of respect, since to be given respect, it was often meant to be earned. Seeing someone in their home after just returning, Calla had panicked and rightfully so. Back in the Outpost, she had not had anyone in her room with her but for Chester who often came with tea to help Calla's withdrawal symptoms.

She remembered being so sick that she could barely move, that she felt weak even just to move. Her weight had been horrible and she had thought she was dying. That feeling came to her now as she settled into the chair across from the servant and her eyes fell to the table beneath her hands. If he was Helena's, he was not to be harmed by her by any means.

Injuring him, even in a panic, could of been a grave mistake on her part, one that she was sure Helena would forgive but not so sure it would have been worth a life. While she still had her desires and ambitions, being a slave killer was not a notch she wanted on her proverbial belt.

He moved quickly and with purpose now that she, herself, was settled in a seat. A few orders from her couldn't go amiss. She did wonder why Helena trusted him to remain in their home while she was gone but the thought melted away from her mind upon further inspection of his twitchy nature. He was scared. Had to be. He was the servant of an Arbiter, a high ranking member of Salsola, one who had fire in her heart and magma in her vices.

"If I'm to be honest, I don't remember much of it," Calla murmured in response to Sebastien's question. With the cup set before her, the herbs soaking in the warmth of the water, she pointed to the seat across from her and tapped on the table.

"Have a seat," she requested, rather than ordered. "If you've been here, there's questions I must ask of you." Her hands curled around the cup then, lifting it so that it's rim was settled against the small of her bottom lip. There, she let her nose take in the scent of sweet fern, quietly and unabashedly garnering pleasure just from the warmth itself, even in this weather.


Salsola
Sanctus Apprentice (NPC)
User avatar
Dread
Luperci Witch Mate to Helena and Till

Dead Topics