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Setting Location Form NPCs
Location: Western Borders, IF

Date: 04 August

Weather: Overcast

Time: Early afternoon
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Nacht


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Above rebellion and underhanded threats, what Salvia disliked most about her new position was the duty of dealing with Others. She had, in the way Salsola demanded, grown to look down upon strangers with disdain. Whatever the outside world had was incomparable to her Kingdom. Still, it was expected that some profit was to be made by these would-be alliances and dealings. Siv had spoken of the northern packs as potentials, and when the blonde woman had mentioned this to Sirius he had said that the witch had come to him as well. It annoyed Salvia to think she was being brought in secondary, but her role was that of a secondary place. Perhaps, and soon, she would see to it that it was her ears that news came to first.

So it was that she, obligated or not, rode east. Salvia went alone, having rejected the idea of taking another for company or even bringing a slave. It would be better to go without a secondary pair of eyes or ears. Nacht trampled across the low-point of the river, splashing his belly and her feet with cold water, snorting and eager all the while. This was the first journey for him outside of the territory, and the yearling was eager to see beyond the borders. Discipline was the only thing that kept him from prancing and tearing off like a colt, and Salvia was glad for it. Still, even she was not immune to the sheer energy rippling through the black yearling’s heavily muscled body. She turned him loose even as she guided him towards Inferni’s borders.

They flew across the plains, a massive black beast and pale rider, muted by a sky the color of slate. After several long miles the horse slowed and Salvia eased him to a walk, deciding to clean the sweat from his skin before they reached the borders. She stopped once to eat a bit of dried meat and drink from a stream, using this to wipe down her horse while he drank deeply. Once both had satisfied their needs, she remounted and rode the last hour at an easy trot. Nacht’s gait was smooth and rolling, and she wondered if his unknown father was responsible for such a thing.

By high noon (though the sun was blocked by the thick, mist colored clouds that blotted out the sky) she could make out a pile of skulls marking the far edge of Inferni’s claim. Salvia pulled Nacht to a stop and gave him his head to graze, and still on his back, let forth a long wolf’s howl for the clan’s leader.

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