in the parish of space dust

Salvia Eternity · 02-12-2012, 03:59 PM

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From a young age, Salvia had been conditioned for her role in life. She was naturally domineering; she had the drive and the savagery within her to rule, but without discipline, she was a simple savage. The blonde girl had learned her role in the world and how to function within it. The strength of Salsola was the strength of its members, and she would not allow weakness to come from her. Definitions and regulations were being set in place by Salvia herself, in order to better her behavior and position within the pack.

Thus, while her role was yet restricted, it was one by need. Without checks and balances the nuclear possibilities with her would certainly rise and make her into a beast uncontrollable. She would become the dead man who was her namesake, and then destroy herself.

Salvia trailed behind her supposed-aunt, her movements cautious but fearless. She had worked hard to eliminate the need for fear, though it was a natural thing she still felt at odds with. Green eyes trailed over the area, assessing possible areas for threats, possible routes for escape. The wolf stilled as Tlanti pushed open the door, and then let her focus trail inside. Despite her very real capabilities in the two-legged form, Salvia still relied upon on her base skills. Scent was one of these; she inhaled the air sharply, taking in the dry smell and noting that there was little to cause alarm. No animals lived within, or if they were, certainly not recently.

She stepped inside, swiveling her head to and fro, scenting and using sharply tuned senses to take in the building. Silently she advanced, moving forward to allow Tlanti room to join her.

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