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- Salvia Eternity - 09-27-2011 [html]
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<style type="text/css"> The meeting with Ataxia had left a sour taste in Salvia’s mouth. She was distinctly aware of the drives of instinct; destroy the threats and ensure her own place would not be threatened. Yet the pack law would not allow her to fall back into such primeval behavior. She had to protect her family, regardless of whether or not she desired otherwise. Perhaps, she reflected, it would be better to simply lead the children into following her. Pandemic had fallen in line. The others could too. Pale feet carried her through the forest, moving with the fast pace that spoke of agitation. Her retracted claws left her steps silent, though she walked differently than most wolves. Canines, in particular, gripped the earth and tore it up behind them. Her step was made with wide-splayed toes and weight balanced in such a way there was scarcely a track left behind. Yet her body was tense and her ears back, blonde hair loose and flowing. She wore the woven belt and its accessories on broadening hips, though they were hardly wide enough to speak of motherhood, as her mother’s did. She was growing into her body though, and it was apparent. Alone, she stalked through the underbrush and moved without purpose. Aggression carried her and made her thoughts turn disjointed, irritable. .saltext b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .saltext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .saltext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .saltext {margin:0px auto; width:75%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .saltext .separator{width:0px; border-bottom:1px dotted; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 10-06-2011 [html] a wild siri appeared! >> 3+
The bird had taken to following him. It was old enough now that he did not need to carry it, but still young enough that it was a foolish thing and quick to get underfoot. Sirius had named it Noble, for it was - Or, it would be, when the soft downy fuzz that coated its body now was replaced by the glossy feathers of adulthood. He fed it tiny chunks of raw meat, and of late, it had taken to catching small bugs and lizards. Soon it would be independent of his care.
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<style type="text/css"> The ongoing changes of her body were confusing; her emotions rose and fell like the tide. One morning she would be content, happy—hours later she would fall into fits of fury like those of the tiger she carried within. Salvia wished to speak to her mother about these things, but her mother was often so busy these days. Besides, she did not want to see the puppies. They grated against her easy, familiar life. Change was to be resisted. It was unwelcomed and unwanted. Salsola was simple. Yet it was savage and chaotic too. Salvia stiffened, sensing the eyes upon her. She turned with her ears high and her eyes gleaming, but the man that came through the shadows of the autumn forest was familiar. Gracefully, she lowered her head and body, knees bending slightly in order to diminish her height from him. There was protocol to follow, and she did so with no resistance. “Uncle,” she greeted him without formality and rose. Even now she sensed the danger within the man before her. Two apex predators could share a space, prey, and even a home but he would always be met with trepidation. Green eyes flicked up to his chin, but dared not rise higher. Behind her, a dark tipped tail lashed once and settled. While she tried to control her emotions, they revealed themselves even now. .saltext b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .saltext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .saltext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .saltext {margin:0px auto; width:75%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .saltext .separator{width:0px; border-bottom:1px dotted; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 10-06-2011 [html] a wild siri appeared! >> +
Of all that the coupling between Eris and Larkspur had produced, Salvia was the most valuable. In a way, Sirius had claimed her - From the day that she had first demanded to be taught, as he taught her mother, the King had known her to be special. Her eyes held the same predatory gleam as his own; She would be the Huntress, perhaps the only creature he knew that would some day rival his own dark-blessed skills. The shadows would crown her, as they had crowned him. For now, though, Salvia belonged to him, for he was greater, greatest. He had trained her, much as she had trained Pandemic, and much as she would surely train this new litter; Trained in subservience.
Sirius Revlis Hail the Conqueror Worm .gsiri-01 {width:500px;margin:0px auto;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;font-family:Georgia, Helvetica, serifs;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:.75px;word-spacing:1px;} .gsiri-01 .ooc {text-align:left;font-style:italic;font-size:11px;border-bottom:1px dotted;padding-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:.90px;} .gsiri-01 p {text-indent:40px;padding:0px 0px 5px 0px;} .gsiri-01 b {font-size:13px;letter-spacing:1px;} .gsiri-01 .name {text-align:center;font-family: 'Permanent Marker', cursive;font-size:50px;line-height:20px;} .gsiri-01 .quote {text-align:center;font-size:10px;padding-top:10px;letter-spacing:10px;text-transform:uppercase;}</style>[/html] - Salvia Eternity - 11-07-2011 [html] If he were to speak such ideas aloud—to say she belonged to him—Salvia would have agreed without hesitation. She was a product of this place, of his training, and she would obey him without question. Sirius was law. Outsiders would never understand what Salsola meant, or why she would not question the land, but Salvia had seen only one other home and been unimpressed by it. Anathema was a distant memory made up of shadows and madness, and she associated what occurred with Harlowe (and in turn, his madness) with the place. It was Tak’s domain, the earth, and she distrusted it with good reason. She gave into his touch willingly, and met his eyes without fear. There was a similarity in them; he was older, wiser, but still able to be cruel. She was volatile, savage; a true tiger compared to his subtle ways. If the time came for it, she would rise and destroy those who stood against her boldly while her uncle plotted and conspired and whispered behind her. To her, he was the guiding hand and she the weapon. One day she aimed to prove this to him. Likewise, had this been anyone else, Salvia would have lied. She could not, not while he held her with his own poison gaze. A viper to her tiger, perhaps. “I’m afraid that my mother will replace me,” she admitted, ears turning back. “I no longer hold the same worth to her.” How could she, when all that remained were other daughters. Pandemic was lucky; he was the only son. .saltext b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .saltext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .saltext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .saltext {margin:0px auto; width:75%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .saltext .separator{width:0px; border-bottom:1px dotted; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 11-20-2011 [html] he is so cruel >> 3+
She was a beautifully crafted thing - The product of hours of his own labor, his own attentions. Although her mind and body were hers, Sirius had sculpted them carefully, made them deadlier, made them more perfect to his own opinion. Larkspur seemed to have approved of Sirius' teachings to his eldest daughter - The arbiter was one of his most loyal followers. Eris had either not noticed the way that the dark King had groomed her daughter, or she, like her mate, had accepted such a thing. In either case, Sirius had claimed Salvia; As his pupil, as his weapon, as the closest thing to his own flesh and blood. That was simply how it was.
Sirius Revlis Hail the Conqueror Worm .gsiri-01 {width:500px;margin:0px auto;text-align:justify;line-height:15px;font-family:Georgia, Helvetica, serifs;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:.75px;word-spacing:1px;} .gsiri-01 .ooc {text-align:left;font-style:italic;font-size:11px;border-bottom:1px dotted;padding-bottom:5px;letter-spacing:.90px;} .gsiri-01 p {text-indent:40px;padding:0px 0px 5px 0px;} .gsiri-01 b {font-size:13px;letter-spacing:1px;} .gsiri-01 .name {text-align:center;font-family: 'Permanent Marker', cursive;font-size:50px;line-height:20px;} .gsiri-01 .quote {text-align:center;font-size:10px;padding-top:10px;letter-spacing:10px;text-transform:uppercase;}</style>[/html] - Salvia Eternity - 12-18-2011 [html] In one breath, Sirius did what no other man could have done. He shattered her wholly, ripping asunder the notions of childish priorities. She was replicable. She had been replaced. For an instant—and it was only an instant, for she would not allow it longer—her eyes were wide and gaping and broken. Then they sharpened, suddenly, as if being reformed in fire. Salvia’s shoulder straightened, resolved. She moved into the hard and dark body of her uncle with ease, but did not attempt to touch him yet. She listened. She heard the promise in his voice and knew it was the truth. How could it not be? Never once had he lied to her. Never had he replaced her, though there were other women, but in her mind these were not people but objects and she alone stood beside the King in a way no other could. She would be his knight, his assassin, his servant. Groomed for such a position since the foundation of this pack (and perhaps even before it) Salvia shined under his dark dragon wings. As he soothed the beast within her with soft words and invisible bindings, she finally looked up to him. Salvia alone did not fear to do this; she did not disrespect him in such a thing, for she would never imagine rising against him. Especially now, when he alone needed her. “You won’t replace me, will you?” It was a pleading thing, one that showed a weakness that others would not see. Emotionally, she needed someone to validate her—Pandemic alone was not enough. .saltext b {font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px; } .saltext .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-face:italic; font-size:11px; text-align:center;} .saltext p {text-indent:25px; padding:1px 1px; margin:0px;} .saltext {margin:0px auto; width:75%; background-color:none; background-image:url(); background-position:top right; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:none; padding: 10px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size:12px; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify;} .saltext .separator{width:0px; border-bottom:1px dotted; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 01-01-2012 [html] wordcount: + 348
He saw it - The shattering of a mirror behind glassy optics, the destruction of a childish and useless mentality. It was as a brief wound - Deeply painful, dramatically altering. But he genuinely believed that, as with any wound, it served a purpose - A lesson. She would learn from the pain she felt to shut it off and store it away, to maintain steely command over such futile aches as the ones that came from the heart. This was how he taught; Cruelly, perhaps, but with purpose. There was always purpose in his madness, in his genius. Always.
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