in the parish of space dust

Salvia Eternity · 02-08-2012, 03:25 PM

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Scouting was not a job left to one party alone. True enough, Magnolia and Denver were dedicated to the eradication of threats, but Salsola was guarded day and night by its members. Salvia herself was used to patrols and carried them on during the day. Darker shadows, like her own father, filled the gaps at night. Alternating as they did it was rare threats got through—the incident earlier in the month had been cause for concern, though the truth of the matter was that the singular threat had been eliminated. No pack had risen arms against them, only a woman with a grudge.

The suggestion from the coyote was met with a nod from Salvia, who dismounted fluidly. She looped the reins around the end of the cart, ensuring Misty would not wander off, and then turned to look at the houses around them. Rotting corpses of the world of men, she imagined, and looked for the signs of safety. Areas that had damage were significantly more dangerous; wood structures rotted easily, but she was wary of stone equally as much. Salvia took several steps forward, pacing to and fro as she considered each possible threat. Finally, she settled on a ranch-style house whose windows were boarded up. “How about that one?” She asked, motioning to it.

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