I'm so scared of the light

Salvia Eternity · 03-29-2012, 01:49 PM

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(400) It likely wouldn't show, and I would guess it's been like...a month or so? That would make sense imo. Assuming he would hear her. Slight PP of her grabbing his arm. And omigaaaawd he gets TK like asap whaaaat. :>

There was no visible sign, save for a singular small scar above her left eye that suggested she had suffered any wound. It was not displayed in her actions, nor in the way she behaved around others. Only Salvia, and the man who called himself King, understood what she had suffered. It had been a terrible lesson, but one needed. No one could cross the Boss, not even his right hand. She was so presumptuous as to think of herself as this—Arbiter was close to where she aimed, and oh did she see the path clearly.

Her hair had grown out during the winter, and fell well to the midlength of her back. It was pulled up now with leather, hanging only half its true length. Chunks of it hung near her face—they had been pushed behind her ears but fallen forward during a rather rambunctious bit of training. Nacht was finally large enough for her to ride. Hardly as big as she suspected he would grow, the yearling could support her weight. This pleased her greatly, just as the acquisition of Tiger pleased her. With two stallions as her personal possessions, she gained further status.

The black horse was under her legs, traveling easily back to the barn. Work as a colt had made him an ideal trail horse, though her expectations were much higher. Siv’s lessons with the sling had proven useful; from horseback she could strike an animal, kill it, and hardly slow. The leather length was looped around one arm, and a small pouch of smoothed river-rocks hung from one hip. Salvia wore nothing beyond the singular useful belt, seeing no need for such flare as some (such as her mother) did.

She was nearing the barn when a familiar scent drifted towards her. It was an exciting one, and her eyes blazed at the thought of seeing him again. Pandemic’s trips were often long and unhappy times for her, so to see him again was enthralling. With a squeeze of her legs she urged the horse into a trot, and as soon as his broad shoulders and tall shape were spotted she slid from the bare back of her mount and closed the distance between them. One hand remained tightly gripped on the reins, but her other hand grabbed his forearm strongly. “Back again?” She purred, and pushed her muzzle towards his own.

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