in the slipping of the sun

Tlantli Kimaris · 03-03-2012, 04:20 AM

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Tlantli is by me!

The hand was the mark of the Colotl ranks, unquestionably symbolic of the authority they held within Salsola. Tlantli hesitated a moment, thinking with her head cocked to one side so it appeared she was simply contemplating rather than hesitating. She was well-phrased in Salsola's cant and knew the meaning of this symbol quite well, but did she truly believe in it anymore? Their Auxiliary, she whom the symbol represented, was nothing short of a farce.

And yet -- Imhotep had done nothing to her. The golden-hued coyote had been polite and respectful through their entire exchange, seeming to profess earnest desire to serve his pack. Who was she to misdirect him? The flaxen-haired coyote did not wish to plant the seeds of chaos and destruction within Salsola -- that it was no longer her true home did not mean it needed to be dismantled entirely. She had her answer, then, didn't she? The tawny woman smiled her toothy smile and pointed out her own mark, carved into her shoulder. As she moved, a long trickle of red blood worked its way slowly down her forearm.

This symbol, it stands for The Auxiliary. She is... spirit-half, I guess, of Colotl ranks -- the leaders. Members who have this symbol have her protection, the coyote said, phrasing the answer in such a way that it did not conflict with her beliefs or provide false information to Imhotep. This was a satisfactory compromise for Tlantli, who neither betrayed her fellow Salsolian or herself with these words. She did not truly believe she had Eris's protection -- if the coal-furred woman offered any protection at all, she had no reason to love Tlantli anymore. In the eyes of the leaders, she was a failure -- they had told her this unequivocally when they had stripped her of rank and co-rank in one fell swoop.

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