crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd

Salvia Eternity · 04-13-2012, 11:57 PM

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What existed beyond Salsola, and indeed beyond this island of their home, was a foreign place to her yet. She had seen it in glimpses, but her training had not allowed for true exploration. It was only her truest and most terrible ability that kept her moving: adaptation. She was ivory and steel, and she would surrender herself to this false King and this false love to survive.

So she watched him with her interested tiger’s gaze, green eyes telling but not half so transparent as they had once been. Her clear-cut jade was now frosted and unpolished, carrying smoke within it where none had once been. If he had taught her anything by this violence, it was that control was needed. While she dared to look at him, she would not allow him to see everything. Salvia’s face remained passive, her body still even as she felt him tense—she would not fight him again, not while her still-tender face reminded her of his true strength.

She hesitated for only a moment, as if unsure as to what his motion intended, but moved forward none the less. Her head dipped under his throat and she offered him a singular lick of her pink tongue as proof of this submission. Against his body, a body which had only hours ago threatened to destroy her, she felt his warmth and welcomed it. One hand rose and lingered low, below the savage wound she had dealt him. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly, and meant it.

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