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Salvia Eternity · 05-31-2011, 09:10 PM

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If her mother had taught her anything, it was that Salvia, by birth, had the divine right to rule.

This perhaps explained why she walked with such an arrogance (and this was not merely pride) in her step, head and tail high, large paws trotting as a parading horse might. She was not a beast who was content with being second. While protocol demanded her obedience to superiors, she had been quick to prove her dominance over others. Rowan and Axi, for example. Both women, while years her elder, had bowed to the girl’s indomitable will almost instantly. Though they were expected to do this, as slaves, both did so without the malice she sometimes imagined servitude might bring on in a person.

Her brother, too, he was her subordinate in many subtle ways. While Pan outweighed and outsized her, Salvia was clever and used her wits to best him. She was not much smaller than him, either. While lean, her body was full of compact muscle made from endless exploration and endless play-war with her dark sibling. Yet she moved almost cat-like, sleek and quiet as a puppy could be.

Exploration took her far, and it was not long before she spotted a familiar figure. While Tlanti was her main source of contact with the Kimaris line, Tlanti’s brother had been present during several of Salvia’s Spanish lessons. She had even spotted him sparring with her aunt once and watched with wicked interest. One day she wished to fight like that, but too young to shift, she had focused on other tasks instead. One of these was stalking. Crouched low in the bracken the girl watched as the mud-colored coyote went about fishing. Well, not fishing. Crabbing. Having never tasted the creatures before, Salvia now longed to do so.

Slinking out of the brush the girl advanced noisily, green eyes gleaming. “Beunos dias,” she called out, her well-practiced Spanish clear but lacking the accent of a native speaker.

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