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- Salvia Eternity - 03-04-2012 [html]
The raid had been both a success and a horrible failure. Salvia had thought they were safe until she watched Magnolia fall, Magnolia be taken. It had been her command that forced them to flee; she on horseback and TK running behind. If they had stopped it would have meant a failure even greater—their captured quarry would have escaped and they would have returned empty handed. Yet she felt the loss severely, knowing it was now to fall on her shoulders alone. Two horses and three of the long-necked animals were her prize, and Salvia observed them with the cool and calculating gaze that had made her Ganadera. She observed all of the animals with a lack of romanticism that only allowed for favoring those with talent. Misty she favored, though her use was now void with birth fast approaching. Her own colt was now a yearling and soon she could take to riding him. Horse and Luna were also wider than expected, meaning she would need to be confined to the barn for the next few days. While she did not doubt that the horses were capable of birthing on their own, Larkspur had warned her about being present in the event any problems arose. She finally resigned herself to her purpose and made the long walk to Sirius’ home. It was taken with heavy steps, blonde hair pulled away from her face and muscular body nude save for the belt upon her hips. Salvia did not know what to expect from the Boss, but she knew he would not be pleased. By the time she had made it to his door, her mind had already formed a wall of frost around her emotions; she would not show him weakness, not when the fault had been her own. That much she owed to the man she honored beyond even her father. #sal-tiger { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #sal-tiger p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #sal-tiger p.anatole-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #sal-tiger .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #sal-tiger .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #sal-tiger b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #sal-tiger u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #sal-tiger b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 03-23-2012 [html]
#siriusal1 { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #siriusal1 p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #siriusal1 p.alImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #siriusal1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #siriusal1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #siriusal1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #siriusal1 u { text-decoration: underline; } #siriusal1 b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Salvia Eternity - 03-24-2012 [html]
Since she had been a child, a careful and well-planned warping of her person had been groomed. Salvia was a perfect follower in this sense; the problem arose when she was presented with those she deemed as lesser. Instinctively her desire was to repress the weak. Faults were apparent to her; she saw them in the faces of all those below her rank, and in every form that was labeled outsider. Even her own family was put under this close inspection, for not that long ago the man within these walls had told her the truth of such matters. This artful manipulation, therefore, had taken what was left of her empathy and replaced it with the harsh Northland attitude that prevailed among those who had survived it to gain rank in the Thistle Kingdom. His voice called from within the building. It was something well crafted and had she not known him so well, she might have missed the dagger hiding under black velvet. Salvia turned her ears back. With her shoulders squared and head high, she entered into his throne room. It reeked of his dominating male-musk, of the dead bear pelt, of foreign spice and unfamiliar women. These latter scents were fading; she wondered where his companion was but knew better than to ask. Salsola valued secrecy; it was a core value within their homeland, and to her among the strongest. Yet she could not lie to him, for it was dishonorable and went against the other value she held above all others. The scientific mind within the girl sought simpler worlds; by condensing and stripping the fat of their lengthy behavior patterns and rules, she found easy laws. This allowed her to display a remarkable sense of self-control. A weaker person might have made excuses; Salvia had none. “My lord,” she greeted him formally, and brushed her muzzle against his own. In doing so, she intentionally exposed her throat; it was a sign of submission, one that went above any pretense of groveling. What rebellion lived in her was not for him. “The borders of the mountain pack were crossed. We brought three of their beasts, and two horses for trade.” Her eyes fell, displaying that what she said next was the truth; to look him in the eye and speak of it would be most terrible. “We were spotted. In our withdraw, I failed to protect the Family—they have captured Magnolia.” Her voice fell silent as she awaited punishment, head and ears bowed. #sal-tiger { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #sal-tiger p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #sal-tiger p.anatole-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #sal-tiger .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #sal-tiger .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #sal-tiger b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #sal-tiger u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #sal-tiger b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 03-25-2012 [html]
#siriusal1 { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #siriusal1 p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #siriusal1 p.alImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #siriusal1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #siriusal1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #siriusal1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #siriusal1 u { text-decoration: underline; } #siriusal1 b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Salvia Eternity - 03-26-2012 [html]
There had been a fault within her from birth, given further credence by the way in which she had been raised. Salvia had been given few restrictions and fewer examples of true and proper behavior; she was defiant and arrogant to a fault. Even concepts that should have been given depth were shallow and left to rot within the pit of a soul she carried in her belly. She was a machine; she was a tool. She, the Tiger of Salsola, was no more than a beast chained and kept close to her master’s side. The blonde girl could no more disobey him then her own slave could defy her will. It was an illusion of freedom that kept her in line. Yet her training was no competition for instinct. Above all other things, it was the deepest will of all wild things to survive. Eyes that had come from a dead man widened. She had scarcely time to recognize his approach, and looked up as a stinging slap struck her hard enough that her head reeled. It was an offense she had suffered only once before, and the memories of that shameful display rushed up from the pit of her belly. A deep chested growl rumbled from her throat as she whipped her head up to face him. They were nearly equal in height. Her blonde hair was askew, no longer framing her face but threatening to obscure it. Behind this curtain her face had warped into a snarl, showing teeth not yet yellowed by age. Teeth she had cut on enemies—on his enemies. There was no thought. Her pupils had widened to black holes, surrounded by a fine ring of burning acid. Whiskers curled upward as the tiger’s claws showed themselves. A madness had taken her; an instinctive, inherited madness that she could not deny. Not even for him. #sal-tiger { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #sal-tiger p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #sal-tiger p.anatole-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #sal-tiger .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #sal-tiger .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #sal-tiger b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #sal-tiger u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #sal-tiger b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 03-26-2012 [html]
#siriusal1 { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #siriusal1 p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #siriusal1 p.alImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #siriusal1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #siriusal1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #siriusal1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #siriusal1 u { text-decoration: underline; } #siriusal1 b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Salvia Eternity - 03-26-2012 [html]
Most certainly her Lord, this man who had the gall to call himself a King, was no more than a charlatan. He was a true beast in the way of the old ones; he knew the law of club and fang and had taught it well. She in her youth was only capable of learning through experience; a year had done nothing but promote what discipline was social, but not when her livelihood was threatened. A wicked sound seeped through the air and to hear dark ears. Salvia pinned these flat against her head; a part of her mind still feared him, but this part of her was a minor fraction lost in the haze of the assault. Her body prepared for the attack even while her mind grappled with what was happening. She snarled as he lunged, and her feet scrambled against the uneven floor. Her toes sprawled wildly, but the sudden ferocity of his attack had caught her off-guard. His weight struck her hard in the chest and sent her reeling. Both feet slipped from under her and she felt herself fall. Both of her hands lashed out; claws dug into his arms, high above the elbow. She dug into him even as her back hit the ground hard, sending white-hot pain up through her spine and chest. #sal-tiger { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #sal-tiger p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #sal-tiger p.anatole-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #sal-tiger .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #sal-tiger .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #sal-tiger b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #sal-tiger u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #sal-tiger b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 03-26-2012 [html]
#siriusal1 { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #siriusal1 p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #siriusal1 p.alImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #siriusal1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #siriusal1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #siriusal1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #siriusal1 u { text-decoration: underline; } #siriusal1 b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Salvia Eternity - 03-26-2012 [html]
A heredity of survivalist mentality had given her genetics creed. Her mother’s bloodline boasted the hardiest dog breeds, the strength of her immortal grandmother. From her father came size and the sheer will to survive; he had lived through a hell that would have killed many because of these alone. They had both recognized some superiority in their breeding, and thus produced strong children. Intelligent as Salvia was, she surpassed both parents. It was apparent in her comprehension of the world, of her ability to adapt. Now, though, she was only fighting to survive. Deep within her core she feared he would kill her. It was a fear implanted by the providence of his myth, accentuated by what she had seen with her own eyes and knew in her heart. Family did not matter, and while she called this man uncle, he was no more blood-kin to her then her own brother. Her fur darkened as his blood spilled down her arm, oozing towards her elbow. They did not speak. There was no need for words; she understood everything he said far too clearly. A hand forced itself just out of the snapping reach of her teeth, pinning her with the entirety of his weight. Something struck her hard; her vision went white for an instant. The pain of it cause her head to whip to the side again, and her teeth clicked together solidly on the tip of her tongue. Blood filled her mouth. It flew up towards him as she snarled in objection, trying to force her head up to snap at his face. One of her legs wretched free of the great mass of his weight. It struck up high and hard, aiming to throw him from her. If she could get to her feet she would have a fighting chance. #sal-tiger { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #sal-tiger p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #sal-tiger p.anatole-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #sal-tiger .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #sal-tiger .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #sal-tiger b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #sal-tiger u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #sal-tiger b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 03-26-2012 [html]
#siriusal1 { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #siriusal1 p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #siriusal1 p.alImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #siriusal1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #siriusal1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #siriusal1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #siriusal1 u { text-decoration: underline; } #siriusal1 b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Salvia Eternity - 03-26-2012 [html]
Broad concepts—those of morality, for example—were beyond her. There was no room in her for faith. She knew only blood, and knew only the law of the strong. This was the only true religion. Her mother and father believed in greater powers, but in her time knowing their gods, she had come to see them as ideas and not physical things she could touch or feel or even fear. This demon above her, this man she loved above her own father, he was her god. He was a god of true fear and of true wrath. Her head was pulsing with dull, steady pain. There were sharper instances of it from where he struck her, and she felt her skin aflame. Something else was burning too; it was a strange feeling, somewhere between her belly and her loins. Never before had a man been atop her; never before had she felt her dominance forced into such a low state. Of the primal needs she knew and understood, sex was not yet one. Therefore, she felt an ache and did not know what it was, but in some way, it felt different from the pain. For a brief moment, she felt a rush of mad triumph as she struck him. Then too suddenly a fist of iron slammed into her well toned belly. A gasp of pain escaped her and was cut off as his hand clenched around her throat. Now, true panic began to sink in. Her writhing motion became thrashing; she bucked her hips against him, trying to find a grip with her feet. His other hand had come down on her throat and still snarling, she began clawing at his wrists in an attempt to free herself from the terrible pressure that was slowly cutting off air from her lungs. #sal-tiger { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #sal-tiger p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #sal-tiger p.anatole-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #sal-tiger .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #sal-tiger .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #sal-tiger b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #sal-tiger u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #sal-tiger b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 03-26-2012 [html]
#siriusal1 { font-family:'trebuchet ms', tahoma, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:13px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #siriusal1 p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #siriusal1 p.alImage { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:left; margin:5px; } #siriusal1 .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif text-transform:none; line-height:16px; font-weight:normal; } #siriusal1 .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #siriusal1 b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #siriusal1 u { text-decoration: underline; } #siriusal1 b:before { content: open-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b:after { content: close-quote; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 15px; } #siriusal1 b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Salvia Eternity - 03-26-2012 [html]
There had never before been a time when Salvia had truly felt fear for her life. Neither of the Inferni coyotes had offered her a true challenge. The attack on her home had only left her full of terrible anger. Even fleeing Ichika had been without any panic. It was an unwelcomed feeling. She felt it grow from the pit of her belly and rise up to her throat, where it was caught under his unbreakable grip. In her chest her heart fluttered like a bird, desperate to escape the most fearful thing of all. He pressed against her, crushing her completely. Salvia felt something warm and hot against her thigh, against that area where her own body yet betrayed her and yearned for something she did not understand. A deep instinct warned her against this thing, but she could not comprehend why. Teeth stained by her own blood were bared, no longer in a snarl just of anger, but one of panic and desperation. Her vision shrunk to the face of the man she loved, to the man who was killing her. It was the face of all the dark gods she had ever imagined, the face of those nightmarish things that lived in the deepest places of the world. Blood splattered against her opened mouth, against her bruised face. There was scarcely a part of her beautiful pelt that was not ruined. Salvia’s body, ultimately, was what force her surrender. The fight drained from it with each gasping breath, with each ounce of pressure that he applied to her throat. Her body stilled under him. Her hands ceased clawing at his wrists and clung to them limply. Her eyes grew cloudy as her face lost its terrible mask. In desperation, she summoned the last of her strength and a high, almost puppyish whine escaped her. #sal-tiger { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #sal-tiger p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #sal-tiger p.anatole-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #sal-tiger .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #sal-tiger .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #sal-tiger b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #sal-tiger u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #sal-tiger b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] - Sirius Revlis - 03-26-2012 [html]
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For the first time in her life, Salvia had tasted fear and known what it was. It tasted like iron. Her body was very still, and she felt every wound, every bruised part of her skin that would come to torment her in the following days. Never before had she felt such agony; never before had she looked upon her own death. There was a stark reality to this lesson, for a part of her knew it was such. Rebellion had no room under the hand of her uncle-king, and he had no mercy for anyone—not even her. Yet he released her. She watched him with hazy eyes, watched as he rose. For an instant she remained still, but then a barking command was issued. Quickly, the girl scrambled to her feet. She staggered away from him, only regaining composure when she no longer looked him in the eye. Head bowed, Salvia bolted out into the cold night air. It pierced her desperate lungs with a pain almost as sharp as the one around her throat. She sucked it in, heard an odd, half-choked sob escape her. She forced composure onto herself and disappeared into the night. #sal-tiger { font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size:14px; width:95%; margin:0px auto; line-height:18px; } #sal-tiger p { text-indent:50px; padding:0; margin:10px 0; } #sal-tiger p.anatole-img { text-align:center; text-indent:0; font-size:11px; font-style:italic; float:right; margin:5px; } #sal-tiger .txtooc { text-align:left; font-size:12px; font-family:georgia, serif; text-transform:none; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } #sal-tiger .txtooc .word { font-weight:bold; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-style:normal;} #sal-tiger b { letter-spacing:-.5px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 12px; } #sal-tiger u { text-decoration: none; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; } #sal-tiger b.npc { letter-spacing:.5px; font-style:italic; font-weight:normal; } </style>[/html] |