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POSTED: Thu Feb 21, 2013 2:45 pm

Set for the 23rd, around 2 AM.

It had been long enough. Sebastian could not stomach another instant of this venomous pack. His skin crawled every time he went near any of them. Stomaching Eris was difficult enough- her constant self-pity, obsession with her macabre religion, her revolting relationship with her own child. She had been useful and easily manipulated, but she was still left Sebastian feeling in need of a scalding hot bath whenever he approached her.

Listening to and seeing the slaves had been harder than he had imagined. Some with tongues ripped out, all with forcefully pierced noses, all formerly free before they were forced into this disgusting slavery. Nearly all of them broken. One with a little fight left in him, the one controlled by that witch, Siv. But he would not leave. He had a niece. Besides, it could all be an act, and Sebastian could not put such heavy risk upon himself. He wouldn't put it past Salsola. It broke his heart to leave all these slaves behind, but it was necessary. Necessary to ensure that no further innocent people would be taken for these Salsolians' sick whims.

He would leave tonight.

Ensuring his steps were light and quiet, Sebastian selected what he judged to be the most docile horse and begin the arduous process of saddling it up. After nearly getting his arm bitten off, Sebastian had smacked it on the nose and gone to the next one. Thankfully, this female seemed more docile. The artisan fumbled with the straps, cursing fluently in Italian, wishing Wayne's lessons didn't seem so far away. It took a nerve-breakingly long time before he was nearly finished, shoving the bit into the horse's mouth as he continued his work. He needed to be far away by sunrise, far away by the time Eris awoke and no doubt wondered where her associate had gone. He had left a note in his usual place claiming to be exploring the west, but that wouldn't hold for long.

POSTED: Thu Feb 21, 2013 3:12 pm

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Loki should not be out here.

The thought sank heavily into the little troublemaker's mind, and he found himself whimpering before he stifled the noise and crept more quietly through the snow and grass. He'd never, ever gone out by himself this late at night, when the sky was so dark and the forest and ruins were a shadowy confusion around him. It was dark, and very cold, and Loki was by himself and certain that his cleverness was going to kill him.

Loki exhaled angrily, and his breath turned to white smoke before his eyes. Lanky, awkward legs supported his growing body as he started to trot farther away from home, though he very much wanted to sneak back and creep into the yurt and hope Siv didn't notice he was gone. He was positive she would notice, though; he might be a very clever and quiet stalker, but his mother was the best at everything. No doubt he'd see her giant form walking toward him through the night, pulling him back home -- even if he was four months old now, a big boy, and wasn't going to get eaten by a hawk probably.

No, the only disaster that had plagued the Lykoi child was restlessness; he couldn't get to sleep no matter how hard he tried, an episode of insomnia keeping him up into the early, pitch-black hours of the morning. That, and as soon as he started to creep away from the Ruins, he'd seen someone else out and about. It was a little suspicious, but there was still trust in Loki for those who smelled of Salsola, as this man did. Outsiders were dangerous and needed to be chased away or beaten, but Loki hadn't been treated poorly by another Salsolan yet.

This naive thought gave the pup some courage as he reached the stables, dark grey ears pricked forward as he watched the Luperci fumble with a horse's bridle, umber hands fastening straps and tugging it into place. He looked a bit agitated, but Loki spoke boldly nonetheless, stepping from the deeper shadows into the light of the gibbous moon. Hi, where are you going?

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POSTED: Thu Feb 21, 2013 5:47 pm

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Sebastian whirled around at the sound of a voice. Had that slave he had been forced to knock out woken up already? No. It was just a child. Just a puppy. The archer forced himself to relax, tense muscles lowering his shoulders and forcing him to exhale slowly. The foxy male turned back to the saddle, tightening straps in a manner that implied he sort of almost kind of knew what he was doing.

Away from here, he said shortly, furrowing his brow as he focused on his task. It is very important. Is anyone with you? That was the important part. If the child had a guardian with him, Sebastian would have no choice but to attack. The shirtless artisan scowled as he undid some of the straps, stroking the horse's neck to calm it down.

What to do, what to do? He could simply kill the child or knock him out, but doubtless that would simply push him further and further into Salsola's clutches. He would become just like Eris or Siv. No. Perhaps he could talk to this child a little.

POSTED: Thu Feb 21, 2013 8:21 pm

362 omg seb why would you want to hurt the nice cute ickle puppy :c


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The stranger spun around hurriedly, and Loki jolted slightly but didn't give an inch to the man. He smiled instead, a sort of innocent grin turning up his gold-blushed cheeks, his silver-tipped tail flicking behind him. He knew he was very sneaky, and that he'd managed to startle an adult seemed to be good -- though of course he was unaware that sometimes grownups were focused elsewhere, in this case in the process of saddling the horse to flee the Thistle Kingdom. Ignorantly, he smiled and watched the Salsolan turn back and fiddle with more parts of the complicated tack.

Oh, Loki said when the other mentioned going away for something important -- maybe an awesome spying mission! Although he didn't really know the details about such tasks undertaken by other pack members, he was starting to understand the importance of secrecy, and so he gave the other what he hoped looked like a conspiratorial little grin to let him know he wasn't going to keep him from that mission. At least, not after he was done investigating him.

The grownup asked him quickly if anyone was with him, and Loki answered with a prompt, No, nobody. Uncannily, the youth was able to shape his features to match the innocence of his claim, though it helped that this was a half-truth. He didn't think anyone had followed him from the house, but he thought Siv might be on his trail sometime.

You know, Loki went on, peering thoughtfully at the umber fingers fastening buckles and petting the horse, if you gotta go on an important away thing, we gotta hoofman who's 'posed to get them horses ready. He's called Tarat; he's 'posed to listen to what you tell him. That was what defined slaves from non-slaves in Loki's mind, at least -- the need to answer to authority, not much unlike any lower-ranked member is supposed to listen to the Boss. There was no malice or disdain as he spoke of the Slave of the Hoof, only a lightness as he made the suggestion and smiled at the man again, hopefully.

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POSTED: Fri Feb 22, 2013 1:32 pm

Seb sees no puppy. ONLY THE SPAWN OF SALSOLA.

Sebastian offered the child a brief, tight smile when the child gave him that little grin. Of course, this child thought he knew it all already. Stupid little kid, already drawn into what he no doubt thought was the dark glamour of Salsola. Perhaps it would be enough for Sebastian to plant seeds of doubt in his mind.

Tarat. So that was the name of the slave Sebastian had been forced to disable. The one who had been going to raise the alarm. Sebastian thought of a silent prayer for him, briefly closing his eyes and pausing his work before he began again.

Of course that would be your first thought, he snapped. The way the people of this pack are so dependent on those they treat like dirt... Pathetic. The archer spat on the ground in contempt, fixing the straps. It is disgusting. Sebastian turned around to face the child.

Tell me, boy, how would you like it if you were kidnapped? Taken from your home and family? Dragged, screaming, begging for your kidnappers to free you? Then sold as an object and nothing more, given to strangers to do as they pleased. Then beaten, terrorised, and perhaps- as several of these slaves you keep- getting your tongue torn out? Sebastian growled low in his chest at the boy, bottled-up fury finally finding a release as he turned to face the child.

Can you imagine that? Torn away from your life, forced to do as others tell you or suffer torture and death? Forced to suffer humiliations and pain you can hardly imagine, only for another day of that life? Sebastian's molten eyes blazed like lava. He seemed to be accusing the child, accusing him of every single foul act committed by Salsola.

He was taking this too quickly, he knew. Ideally, he should begin gently, ask the child what he thought of Salsola's slaves, how he felt about them, if he knew any personally. But he was in a hurry. He couldn't take the risk that someone would find him.

POSTED: Fri Feb 22, 2013 2:00 pm

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The puppy's suggestion had been intended innocuously -- just as he might suggest that the stranger go to Odessa if he needed herbs, or to Itachi if he needed to teach a crow. He wanted to be helpful, and it was easier to make Tarat do his job than ask someone else good with horses to saddle up a horse; no Salsolan should really have to bother with that task if there was the slave to do it for him. It was logic, just as a wolf shouldn't fall to eating insects if there were plentiful deer to hunt.

But the reddish wolf inexplicably turned and snapped out harsh words, causing the boy to jump and flatten his ears at the verbal onslaught. He was confused at the dripping scorn in the man's voice, at the mention of dirt and disgust -- and in the quickly-spewed words, the child couldn't quite gather what he was even referring to.

It wasn't until the Salsolan -- who Loki was starting to realize wasn't quite how a Salsolan should act -- mentioned slaves by name that Loki blinked and stared back at him, shaking slightly, silver fur laced with faint hints of gold fluffed out defensively. I don't want that, he answered, as that was all he could think of, and then his tail tucked lightly. I don't hit 'em, he protested after that. I play with Wander and Yvette and Dari got no tongue but he hit the Boss, he hit her, he babbled on, not sure why he was defending himself or what the man was even insinuating. He only knew one thing:

You're scaring me, Loki whimpered, stepping backwards and staring wide-eyed at the furious stranger.

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POSTED: Fri Feb 22, 2013 2:19 pm

Seb sees no puppy. ONLY THE SPAWN OF SALSOLA.

He didn't want that, eh? Sebastian snorted. And he didn't hit them? Good for him, he didn't even have the fists necessary. Oh, and he played with them? How fantastic. And Dari, Dari's tongue had been torn out when he hit Salvia. Good for him. Sebastian was scaring him? The foxy man inhaled deeply, rubbing his temples with his palms for a brief moment.

Did you know something, boy? You scare those slaves every day. They know that if they don't bow to your every whim they will be beaten killed or have their tongues torn out. You might not want that, and you know why it happens? Because your mother is cruel and evil. Because she takes pleasure in causing pain, like everyone who calls this place home. Because every member of this pack not bound in chains must live every day doing nothing but slaving away for those above them.

Tell me, child. If you hit someone, someone who had beaten you and starved you and hurt you and taken you away from everyone you had ever loved and forced you to serve them, would you think it fair if they ripped out your tongue? Sebastian breathed heavily. I didn't think so.

Sebastian turned back to the horse, tightening its straps before he focused on the boy once again.

There are two kinds of evil people in the world, boy. Those who do evil, like most of Salsola, and those who see evil and do nothing to stop it. You are in the second category. If you stay here, you will become part of the first.

Sebastian gave the boy a moment to absorb what he said, crossing his arms over his chest as he gazed intently at the child, removing the biting quality from his voice.

I want to give these slaves life, boy. In this place, serving the whims of such cruel people, they are not truly living.

POSTED: Fri Feb 22, 2013 2:36 pm

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Loki was even more sure that he shouldn't be here now, but he was still too scared and curious about the man's words to dart off yet. The stranger was claiming that the slaves were scared of him, but the boy couldn't quite believe that. He wasn't scary -- but the Boss was scary, and maybe his mama if she ever got mad. He saw Siv's wrath as that of a mother bear, though; the giant loved her children and would keep them safe from everything, and he found himself wishing she was here now, against his earlier wants.

But then the red wolf called out Siv and Loki could feel his face rippling into an expression it hadn't yet held before, his lips curling to show his teeth and his brows pinching closely together with fury. It remained fixed like that, even as the man said other things -- things that confused Loki, that swirled around in his young brain and bumped against everything he knew was right. He'd never seen a slave beaten, but he knew Darijus had no tongue and was more sad than most, and Loki was starting to wonder if maybe that happened, that they didn't just listen because they were supposed to.

It was frightening, and the boy tried to draw up some part of his imagination that could swap places, that he might empathize -- and he began to wonder, until the not-Salsolan spoke again. And the anger came back, desperate, mad, and Loki shouted -- I am not evil! -- then drew in breath to scream.

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POSTED: Fri Feb 22, 2013 2:47 pm

TIME FOR GALEY

The boy seemed to wrestle with his thoughts. He was too young for this, too young to question how he had been raised his entire life. That expression on his face- Sebastian winced internally. Perhaps he had been wrong to call out the scent he had smelled woven into the boy's fur. The foxy male poised on his toes, ready to leap at the slightest provocation.

That provocation came.

Sebastian pounced forward, a light sucker punch towards the boy's throat halting his coming shriek. Sebastian shoved the youngling to the ground by his muzzle. He gazed down at the child with a look of sadness on his face.

Not yet.

One last blow to the side of the boy's head did it. Sebastian tossed the body behind some hay and returned to his work, tightening the leather straps. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, quickly absorbed by the fur as he quickened his pace. Anyone could have heard that last shout the boy had given.

POSTED: Wed Feb 27, 2013 9:01 pm

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He had heard the rustling and the raised voices. And he came. He slinked in the shadows as quiet as he could, for a man as large as he, and saw something that made his stomach lurched at the sight. The boy and the man were fighting, and the boy started to scream. A fist shot out at the boys throat and he was effectively silenced. Gale stared, not without sympathy for Loki, especially as the boy did not have the same streak of evil that the rest of his family seemed to have. Yvette had taken a liking to the boy too, but what was this? A stranger had attacked the boy.

But the other man finished off the pup, silencing him for a good while with a strike to the head, and Gale emerged from the undergrowth, ready to strike. Hurting a pup was an entirely different matter for him. "What do you think you're doing?" he said, dangerously low, following up behind the now fleeing man. The boy's body had been carefully tossed behind some things, hidden from view, and the man chose to confront the stranger instead of checking on the boy. He was probably fine; he was young.

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