Seedy words under gilded moonlight

P. Loki

POSTED: Tue Jul 17, 2018 10:43 am

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Set at one of the altars/sacred places of Salsola. c: Julia's here for now but will have her leave when Loki approaches.

"I just don't get it.. Why fingers?" Calla asked, glancing back toward Julia.

She watched the girl as she fidgeted, as she paused in her step to stare at Calla with her big lavender gaze, as if she were plotting and planning her demise despite looking so innocent. For a moment, perhaps Julia was, though that look in her eyes only lasted for a minute before Julia shrugged her shoulders and the two continued on their way, Calla a short distance from the other girl who followed shortly behind her like a pup following their mother. It reminded Calla how Julius and Chester had followed her and now both were growing older, doing their own things away from her.

She was excited for what each would become. In her own way, she had given Julius the treatment she had suffered, though he had grown much differently than her or her siblings. More like a monster than a well developed citizen, though she also knew that his temperament would do well in this pack's world.

The day was young and most her traps had been either repaired and reset or dismantled and put back together in different spots. For bait, Calla used what she normally did; nuts, acorns, the occasional dead bug here and there. Now, they were on a different mission altogether. In the past, when being a Scepter was still part of the plan, she had often come to the pack's spiritual places to clean them for further use. She had stopped once getting high was a better chase than going after Loki, though most recent days had offered free time when she wasn't training with Chester or chasing down her brother or Till or Idrieus for more lessons in handling herself with her bladed weapon and without.

It left valuable time that she did not choose to spend with her family but by herself or the company of Julia who was a silent presence in the first place. She imagined it must have been hard on the deaf girl, not being able to communicate very often because of her impediments and the lack of others in Salsola who spoke the same way as her. But she never paid it too much attention for she communicated in her own way with the girl, even if most of the time it was through threats.

She had to admit that she admired her tenacity and promise. That she trusted her, despite her shortcomings.

They had reached the first of many, an altar that had been set up at the edge of the woods with sacrificial foods: meats, drinks... wine. The stone around it was broken and dirtied, though bare for the most part of chalk lines that she sometimes saw with the witches of Salsola. A witch herself, she knew what came with being able to give a language to the world of magic. Instead, what she saw was an old fire pile that could be downed. Ashes that could be scattered to the wind. With broom in hand and Julia holding onto an old bag, the two readily went to work on gathering the old fire debris, leaving the burned, but still structurally sound, pieces of wood in place so they could move them to the edge of the altar shortly after.


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POSTED: Thu Jul 19, 2018 7:08 pm

Winter and spring passed like a dream.

Snow fell on the pines and covered the tracks endlessly chased. Conversation died away in the little tower despite nudges by a girl newly shifted. Eventually, a mother crossed the border in search of her son and did not come back. A father embraced his surviving child and lost his faith, and preached to others still as the flowers opened.

None of it touched Loki. He watched the Queen pass down her crown, and he offered his blessings to the new Mafiosi and performed his tricks and ever smiled. Embla, clever Embla, brought cheer into their home though it could never quite last. He would laugh and they would play and act until sleep claimed them, and when Loki woke he could feel nothing again. When he dreamed or drank potions, the only visions he saw were of Stjarna.

So when news came of his old student's return, Loki was surprised to find that his heart was racing.

He wandered the woods, hoping to catch a whiff of her scent. His feet padded down old worn trails toward traps and clearings and other places where hunter or witch found fortune, a lazy smile on his face, hiding a mind preoccupied with wayward thoughts. He often ambled through the forest this way, greeting those he passed, just enough to present himself as something more than the hermit he felt at heart. The tower, Embla – his only joy, his refuge; it was largely for his daughter's sake that he kept pretending.

Then a whiff of rose and woodsmoke, that sweet feminine musk beneath.

Loki's ghost-blue eyes widened. He turned, brushing his knuckles against the painted leather vest he was clad in, the scarification on his arm glistening in the sun. Like a sailor caught up in sirensong, he passed between ash and pine to find her.

Calla–

His voice came out as his raw tenor, stripped of its hoity-toity lilt, nakedly honest. His expression, too, was open with a muddle of feelings: hope, pleasure, worry. But at once he stopped, his eyes landing on the foxhound, the stranger, and composed himself.

Hello there, dear, greeted the trickster, pitching his voice in its feminine warble, his hands clasped together peacefully. He smiled, disarming and playful. We haven't met. Did you come from Portland with the missus Valentine?

He betrayed himself only with a flicker of his gaze toward his old lover, though that shining smile and friendly posture remained. He was still a very good liar.

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POSTED: Sat Jul 28, 2018 11:48 pm

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She smelled of wood smoke more than roses by the time she and Julia had finished taking down the pile of ash and old wood pieces that had once been the focal point of another witch's ceremony. A community of and in itself, they did things like this from time to time to ensure that they did not clutter the world with their celebrations and offerings to the dead and of the spirits that lurked through the forests all around them.

Calla found some peace and semblance of her old life in offering her services in doing so. Julia, on the other hand, was simply content to keep herself busy since she had no official standing or desire to pass through the ranks of Salsola as Calla did, only the desire to retrieve her belongings that Calla had taken and to one day make the fox-like woman pay for holding her in the esteem that she probably would have a regular slave or servant.

Julia seemed not to notice the presence lurking in the woods though Calla found it hard to focus on anything else as dead leaves crackled and shifted and movement at the edge of her sight warned her to the impeding presence of someone or something who had an interest in approaching either them or the place of spiritual importance they had gathered in.

She turned to face it, ears perking at the sides of her head, her tail rigid beneath her faded dress and the furs that held firmly to her shoulders by leather cord bindings and as Loki broke the foliage and brush to provide them with his presence, she let a breath out that she hadn't noticed she had been holding. Julia had never been levy to the thoughts that ravaged Calla's head on a daily basis, neither in the meaning of Loki and her relationship nor the soured reputation that hung between the two in each other's eyes.

She had no reason to even notice him as one of Salsola's, which went to show how far Calla had come in keeping her presence unknown except for those who were of importance in her life these days. Julia turned to face Loki, glancing between him and Calla for just the few moments it took for the man to speak before she shook her head and pointed to her ears. "That's enough, Julia. Go back home," Calla requested, nudging at the other woman's shoulder in the process so she could easy read her lips. "Go home."

Calla reiterated, though Julia, ever the student in passing, approached Loki, went to her tippy toes and brushed her nose against his face, given half the freedom to do so before she turned and stalked away from both the Crone and Arbiter. Some old habits died hard and it took Calla a moment to reign in her emotions, the momentary envy at Julia for having taken Loki's attention before her own finally resettled on the man before her, her head lowered so that her fingers could push her hair from her face so that her blue eyes were unabashed in giving him a once over.

"She's deaf but valuable." Stepping closer, she curled her arms before her. "Did you need something, Loki?"


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POSTED: Tue Aug 21, 2018 4:01 pm

The foxhound shook her head and indicated she couldn't hear, though whatever message Calla impressed upon her was read. First, though, the newcomer stepped over to greet Loki in the traditional way, and the coywolf allowed himself to sniff her as their cheeks brushed, as if he could somehow learn more about her from a scent. But if Julia had secrets or intentions, even the Crone could not discern them from smell alone.

She departed, and Loki watched her disappear into the wood -- half suspicious that she might still linger and spy, half to occupy himself with something other than staring at Calla. When she pushed her hair out of her face, though, he was caught in deep blue eyes -- treacherous pools.

"I just wanted to see -- how you were," the silver coywolf answered, catching himself. He relaxed his posture thereafter, propping a hand on his hip, feminine and carefree as ever. "A witch returns to the fold, the Crone ought to know about it." But she was so much more than that. While both of them had made decisions that hurt the other, he couldn't deny their past or his feelings.

"I wanted to see how my old friend fared, too." His voice lost some of its lilt again. His natural tenor seemed to have grown rougher with age, something he couldn't escape. He could clothe his body and his soul, but there lie faults with his sex. Men were corrupt, and he could only fly so far from the truth of this. "A lot... has happened."
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POSTED: Sat Sep 01, 2018 3:49 am

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She liked to think she had been Loki's greatest project, someone who could rival his talents, who could use the skills he had given her through practice, trial and error, to rise to such a place throughout Salsola that she would no longer have to worry about her hold. She also liked to think that maybe he still felt about her, in some way or another, the way she still did for him, even after all they had gone through. She had all his good parts and the bad and with her innate sense of self-loathing and deprecated self-worth. Her eyes, though, were wary of the man who could turn off his masculinity, who could one moment, seem the ideal partner, the ideal witch, and with the other, someone who could betray her in a heartbeat after she had done it to him.

The witch shifted her weight from one foot to the next while the Crone looked into her eyes and with Julia gone, truly gone since she knew that the dog would have interest, Calla stepped closer so that she was within reaching distance of the feminine Crone, leaning up to, like Julia, brush her nose and lips against his cheek in standard greeting, not only as a witch but also someone who had known him for far longer than she knew most of the other Salsolans.

She stepped back a moment later, leaving the warmth of her breath against his fur. "As you can see, I'm doing well," she said, though the loss of weight was readily apparent on her form. With it was a stronger semblance of strength, though, assured presence that she probably hadn't bared much before she had slid into the Faction rank and then down to Arbiter once more.

Here she was, at least, trying to be a comfort to the ranks of the Sanctus when she was no longer sure what her path was without guidance and direction of the Crone, of Ondine. "Witches are often meticulous creatures, fleeting in pursuit of their own endeavors," Calla answered with a small slip of a half-grin. "Could you forgive me and consider this my official return to the fold?" Her fingers clung to her dress, nails biting into the softer cloth so that little holes, worn by time and misuse, were poked into existence.

She stepped away from him then, moving in the direction of the altar they had cleaned. Her hands reached out, brushing over it with the small lilt of a prayer to the Goddess before she turned to face him, nodding toward a few slanted stumps at the edge of the altar space.

"We could sit.. You could tell me what's on your mind.. I can tell you where I've been, what I've done?" A trap, nonetheless, to get more information. But one spoken in the memory of old friendship and love. After all, if she acted the vulnerable pup he expected her to be from long ago, maybe he would become vulnerable too.


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POSTED: Fri Sep 21, 2018 8:11 pm

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He could recall their last talk, their argument -- his dark threats and dismissal. He ought to have felt rage and disgust at seeing her again, as she carried on whatever farce marriage he'd been forced to bless, creating spawn for the other Lykoi.

But when Loki heard her voice, breathed in her earthy rose aroma, it was like the coup de foudre come to strike him again.

He maintained composure when she kissed his cheeks, returning the exchange politely, then watched her step away with a soft exhale. Calla flashed something like a smile, her fingertips digging into her dress like some sign of uncertainty or girlishness -- though he knew he couldn't trust the latter. She was as wicked and clever as her vixen features. When she asked forgiveness, he laughed. He supposed he could forgive just about anything.

Of course, he teased. He would say yes because to otherwise refuse would bring dissent, argument, and he did not want this meeting to be anything but light-hearted. He needed to test the ground again, see what she was thinking, surmise whether she might be a threat or a boon to him again. He glanced at the indicated stumps, then strode toward the nearest and settled himself there, crossing his legs and settling interlinked hands on his knee.

Much has been on my mind, but it's all so melancholy and boring, Loki lamented. He swung his paw and shrugged slim shoulders. I do want to ensure that your time away has done you some good -- which it looks like it has -- but you can understand my concern. There are many temptations in our line of work, you understand, and for us to give in to what gives us such great power does not fare well especially in these times.

He bared a sliver of white teeth in a smile, not pretending that his words couldn't hold some double meaning. If he acknowledged them first, perhaps they wouldn't be twisted against him.

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