in the parish of space dust

Tlantli Kimaris · 02-11-2012, 12:31 AM

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Tlantli is by Alaine!

Tlantli remained seated in the front of the wagon, turning to watch Salvia as she paced about. The flaxen coyote thought the other female's movements rather fluid and feline, and her crimson gaze was appreciative as she peered upon her false niece. There was no animosity within the Family member for Salvia, but she was perceptive enough to realize Sal was little more than a cog in the machine. Salvia was properly indoctrinated with Salsola and its culture -- there was loyalty, machinelike and glinting metallic, within Salvia. Tlantli very nearly pitied her niece. She would never stand tall within Salsola, at least not as long as her mother stood at the forefront of the pack. Salvia was doomed to remain the simple cog she was, Tlantli thought. Then again, if it brought Salvia peace and purpose, it was of no concern to the yellow-furred coyote. She did not seek to dismantle Salsola; her escape was for her tindividual self, not a mission to liberate every washer and screw. She did not want Salsola to fall to pieces, after all -- Tlantli was indifferent as to the fate of this place of salt and rock.

Salvia returned and pointed out a home. Tlantli nodded, stepping gingerly down from the gave. Miqui grinned a rare smile, and called in Spanish, promising to keep good care of the horses and cart. Tlantli stalked away from him without turning back; instead, she simply flicked her ears in his direction and continued toward the chosen house. The low-slung rancher was in good condition, though Tlantli saw a sagging part of the porch roof, likely to be a full-blown hole by the year's turn. For now, though, it would certainly hold. She stepped down the cracked and crumbling sidewalk toward the overgrown porch. One of the bushes had started to grow inside the front window, and snaking vines wrapped around the northern face of the house, beginning to overtake the front facade as well. Tlantli set a foot on the concrete porch, testing its strength. Nothing happened, and so the woman stepped fully onto the porch, walking toward the door. She tried the handle with a clawed yellow hand, turning it.

To her surprise, the knob turned easily and the oaken door swung wide, exposing the dusty innards of the house to her. The carpet, once a color of pale gray, was streaked black and brown in some places, evidence of mold and dirt within the home. There was no musty smell, however, for the windows were all broken wide open, allowing the fresh air to permeate through the house. Surely there would be some dank corners, but the place simply smelled faintly of oldness, lacking any severe stink of rot. Tlantli was glad for that, and she stepped aside for Salvia, saying nothing as her red eyes surveyed the house's innards.

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