[M] the devil made you look

Salvia Eternity · 03-26-2012, 12:39 AM

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There had been a fault within her from birth, given further credence by the way in which she had been raised. Salvia had been given few restrictions and fewer examples of true and proper behavior; she was defiant and arrogant to a fault. Even concepts that should have been given depth were shallow and left to rot within the pit of a soul she carried in her belly. She was a machine; she was a tool. She, the Tiger of Salsola, was no more than a beast chained and kept close to her master’s side. The blonde girl could no more disobey him then her own slave could defy her will. It was an illusion of freedom that kept her in line.

Yet her training was no competition for instinct. Above all other things, it was the deepest will of all wild things to survive.

Eyes that had come from a dead man widened. She had scarcely time to recognize his approach, and looked up as a stinging slap struck her hard enough that her head reeled. It was an offense she had suffered only once before, and the memories of that shameful display rushed up from the pit of her belly. A deep chested growl rumbled from her throat as she whipped her head up to face him. They were nearly equal in height. Her blonde hair was askew, no longer framing her face but threatening to obscure it. Behind this curtain her face had warped into a snarl, showing teeth not yet yellowed by age. Teeth she had cut on enemies—on his enemies.

There was no thought. Her pupils had widened to black holes, surrounded by a fine ring of burning acid. Whiskers curled upward as the tiger’s claws showed themselves. A madness had taken her; an instinctive, inherited madness that she could not deny. Not even for him.

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