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POSTED: Thu Aug 02, 2018 7:37 pm

”Symre.” The girl was winding back and forth on the path in front of him, humming softly beneath her breath. ”Symre.”

She reminded him of Hyacinth when they had been growing up, independent and hard headed. He had taken her to The Arena multiple times, but she did not have the form or the drive to become a soldier. It had become evident during their fourth attempt, when she had sunk to the dirt floor and begun drawing with her wooden sword that this was definitely not her calling.

Brocade grunted, ”Symre!”

She finally spun around, her long braids laced with auburn and gold. She had taken to weaving brass pieces into the braids, cuffs and chains that glittered as she moved and caught at the sunlight. She had a wrapped skirt around her middle, and a loose tunic that she had fringed with brightly colored tassels.

She was singing to herself, plucking up flower blossoms and arranging them in her tiny hands.

He had realized too late that the skirt was actually his scarf. ”Did I say you could have that?” He growled at her, narrowing his eyes and peering down his long nose at her – ”Your mother asked me to watch you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you.” He held out his hand, ”Give it here.”

She was glaring at him, ”You wouldn’t dare.”

She was feisty.

It was exhausting.

His hand didn’t move, ”I wouldn’t?” His lips twitched, ”And how do you know that oh little wise one?”

She was chewing her words, crossing her tiny arms defiantly.

With a laugh he sprung upon her, yanking the scarf from around her middle so that the tunic fell loosely around her knees. ”Hey!” She shouted, but he was tickling her and she was laughing too hard to protest, ”That’s-“ She threw back her head and giggled, ”That’s mine!”

Just some cuteness

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POSTED: Thu Aug 02, 2018 11:14 pm

To rise and shine is so hard to do
When all the light has been taken from you

OOC: Here Amanda, have a Silas. +300 words.

Silas had been told that so long as he stay within the borders of the kingdom, he would be allowed to roam around. This rule was simple enough to follow, and the ranked members of the kingdom would have nothing to worry about. He was, and had always been, a good slave. He would never risk throwing everything away to try and run. He had witnessed enough attempts when he was back in Rabenuhr to know how that turned out.

If he was going to live here, and assist the members with whatever tasks were given to him, then he needed to know the lay of the land. At least this way if he was told to go to a certain location or to meet someone somewhere, then he would know where that was. He could map out the locations in his head and then see if he could ask one of the ranked members to name them for him, with respect of course. Perhaps Helena or the Queen herself would be the best one to approach with that question or knowledge.

Ears turned up to the sound of voices in the distance. They were not any of those he recognized, though one was female, and one was male. If these were ranked members, then it would be best to not only familiarize himself with them, but see if they would have any work for him to do while he was out here.

Stepping out along the path behind them, Silas was able to get a good look at them. The male was the taller one, gray with some lighter brown markings. Black scars tore along his one eye and shoulder. His most notable feature had been the male's golden eyes, something the servant always found fascinating in others. The female was younger from the looks of it, braids in her hair and holding darker browns and grays compared to the male. He sat on all fours, watching them as he really didn't have a way of getting their attention. Besides, it was in his knowledge not to speak unless he was spoken to first.

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POSTED: Thu Aug 09, 2018 1:17 am

Symre was laughing so hard that her breath was coming in wheezing gasps, her little feet stamping a trail along the path as Brocade chased her. He tickled her soft puppy fur and chuckled deeply when she batted at him, the rich hue of her eyes curling with mirth.

Brocade didn’t notice the quiet man until Symre straightened, pulling on one of her braids as she gestured: ”Who’s that?”

The soldier gazed at the golden-haired man curiously, taking in the thick leather collar that wound its way around his neck – the ring that pierced his septum and gleamed beneath the cloud covered sky. There were scars across every exposed piece of his body, and Brocade found himself wondering how he had gotten them.

Symre was creeping toward him, her eyes wide as she took him in.

”Why do you have a ring in your nose?” She touched her own nostrils and winced, ”It looks like it hurt.”

Brocade grunted and stepped closer, keeping the guard hairs around his shoulders stiff and his tail high. The man was a stranger – a servant – and though Brocade still did not know how he felt about Salsola’s sordid past with the help he wanted to ensure that Symre was safe.

”Hello,” The man dipped his head slightly, ”I haven’t seen you around before.”

Symre beamed proudly, "You have scars just like my Oncle."

:)

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POSTED: Sat Aug 11, 2018 6:27 pm

To rise and shine is so hard to do
When all the light has been taken from you

OOC: +400 words.

In a way, Silas felt bad for the moment his presence had broken up. It was clear from his observation that the two held a strong connection with one another. This was not a romantic feeling they shared.. at least not likely considering the difference in their... age appearance. The gray male looked to have more ware on him than this young female. Family perhaps?

The male soon lowered his head. How nice it was for them to have that connection. It had been the one thing that broke him in the end... not having a family anymore. Whatever might have remained didn't even know about him.

Golden gaze moved back up as he heard the girl speak first, questioning who he was. It was clear her question was directed at the silver man rather than himself, so there was no reason to get his book out, at least not right away. Once she had made her voice clear, he had turned his attention fully on the servant, golden eyes moving about his body. Ears stood up at attention, un-moving to either one of them.

Head turned to focus on the girl as she came close, pondering about the ring in his nose. Considering how long he had it, it was almost like he forgot it was even there. She had brought her fingers up to her own nose, trying to figure out how it would have been on her own nose, ears pulling back slightly as he heard her wince. A hand reached down to his pant's pocket, pulling out a small book and an item to write with. Now he had a question that was directed at him.

The item moved across the page in a neat, but quick fashion. He offered the open page to the girl with a small smile, "Silas is used to the ring. Former master gave it to Silas to show Silas' role. Silas is a slave. Servant now to Salsola."

Head shifted over t the male as he approached, now speaking to him as well. His head dipped slightly, which was a bit strange considering their position with one another. Head lowered as he moved his hand out to get the book back from the girl. Writing utensil moved across it again before it was then offered up to the silver male, "Arbiter Helena brought Silas to Salsola. Loners attacked Silas and former master. Master... died and Silas was brought here. Silas serves Salsola faithfully."

His ears had caught on to the girl's notice to his scars, but he gave no written words in regards to this. Being a slave... it was probably not hard to guess where they had all come from.

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POSTED: Sun Aug 19, 2018 9:06 pm

Symre watched the man curiously, and when he pulled the paper from his pocket her eyes widened. ”Can you not talk?” Brocades ears twitched as the man began to write across the pages in uneven scrawl. The soldier was useless at reading. When his siblings had been learning ‘proper’ things from Velveteen he had been training – eagerly awaiting the day he would join the battles that were waged around them.

Hyacinth had made sure that her children could read, and so Symre leaned in to read the pages that Silas wrote out.

”His name is Silas.” She wagged her tail and glanced at the Gaurdian, ”He’s a… Servant?”

Some of the bigger words were harder for her to understand, but she bobbed her head as the man glanced stoically down at her. ”What, can you not speak?” She frowned, ”Cat got your tongue?” Brocade growled softly, and finally allowed himself to step closer to inspect him. ”Symre you can't ask whatever question comes into your head.”

She made a face and crossed her arms, ”Well… I just wanted to know.”

He smiled and spoke in french, <”I know. But be respectful.”>

He crossed his arms, "Who do you belong to?"

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POSTED: Sun Sep 02, 2018 6:19 pm

To rise and shine is so hard to do
When all the light has been taken from you

OOC: +300 words.

The reaction Silas got from the girl was not entirely unexpected. There were many in Salsola who seemed surprised that Silas was not only a servant who prefered walking around on all four's, but also that he couldn't speak. It was a good thing Kruger not only taught him sign language, but also how to read and write. This form of communication proved useful to those who would not be able to understand the language of hands. Golden orbs moved over to the girl only slightly, avoiding any eye contact with her before he finished his writing.

The book was then taken into her hands, being the one reading for the gray male. That was a bit strange to see. Why would someone who seemed to carry himself with a lot of power not be able to read? Though his gaze remained away from the other two, he couldn't help but tilt his head to the side. It would make sense for someone that was not even meant to be viewed as a person not to have such a skill, but one of Salsola's ranked members?

He made no movements, keeping the comments to his hiead. All he could do was wait for more questions and the book to be returned to him.

That same question came up again... can't he talk? It would be so much easier to write it out, but just as it seemed he was getting his book back, the older one was being stern with the girl. What had she said that was so wrong? He would have answered her question with all honesty, yet his hands moved down, waiting again before the book was returned.

Utensil moved along the page, just under what he had already written. In no hurry to get the words out, he took his time to write, the handwriting looking much neater than it had to begin with, then the book was offered back, "Silas is servant to all of Salsola. Silas does not have a personal master like others."

There was another small bit, what he had planned on writing to the brown girl in the first place, "Former master sliced Silas' tongue for not doing as told. Silas was young, didn't want to be a slave. Silas has learned better and accepted his role."

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POSTED: Mon Oct 08, 2018 11:29 pm

It would be months before Symre organized her thoughts when it came to Slavery in Salsola. Brocade had explained to her once that Elphaba had abolished slavery and allowed for indentured servants to work toward paying off their debt and re-joining the Kingdom proper. To Symre they were all of the same green-lit Kingdom, build of the same bones, the same magic – but Brocades eyes were no less hard when she glanced back at him over her shoulder.

The pieces of paper rustled in the slaves hands as he carefully wrote his lines across the page. She stood tip toe to see if she could read his scrawl upside down, and huffed petulantly as it was more complicated than she anticipated. When he passed it back she beamed brightly – though as she read her face fell.

”Oh. Oncle, it says that his tongue was cut out.”

Brocade crept closer and made a sound in his throat, ”It also says that he is owned by all of Salsola.”

”All of Salsola?” He tapped his chin, "You must be special." He wasn’t sure why he said it, but it felt right. "I am sorry you lost your tongue."

To have your tongue cut out seemed such a sacrifice – and one that Brocade couldn’t help but wonder the story of. Silas hunched forward slightly, the thick crescents of scars along his skin acting as a banner that revealed pieces of his history. Brocade too was scarred - but somehow he had been able to walk a different path.

He was grateful that in the war he had seen he had not been taken prisoner.

Thank you for being so patient! :)

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POSTED: Sun Oct 21, 2018 7:09 pm

To rise and shine is so hard to do
When all the light has been taken from you

OOC: +300 words.

Silas couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was a difference in the way those in Rabenuhr were treated compared to those in Salsola, but why was there so much more curiousity.. so much more sympathy when it came to learning about him? He was just a broken slave, beaten and tortured for not doing what he was told to do, just as the punishment would be for any other slave that did the same thing. He was there to do any work that was asked of him, no questions asked. He hunted, he pleasured, he killed, it didn't matter the work, he did it.

So why was this ranked member telling him he was sorry to hear that he had lost his tongue?

He waited for the book to be handed back to him, as he also seemed confused on how he was a servant to all of Salsola rather than one specific person. It was curious to the wolf as well, though he dared not to question the dark Queen when she had shown her disdain for what Helena had done in bringing him to the kingdom in the manner she had.

Head lowered, he offered the new words over to the brown girl, "Helena brought Silas to Salsola. Former master gave Silas to Helena when he died. Helena had a servant and told boss Silas was a gift to Salsola. Boss was not happy, but made Silas a Mendicant, servant to all. Boss says Silas will be free when Silas' debt is paid." To what price he did not know. He had done nothing against this kingdom, and in truth had been nothing more than a gift from Kruger to the kingdom he was so fond of.

There was more written on the paper, "What Silas did was Silas' fault. Silas was a bad slave, loss tongue for not doing as told. Silas knows now to never disobey any order."

There was nothing more to it than that.

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