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Salvia Eternity · 08-17-2012, 02:09 AM

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Setting	Location	Form	NPCs
Location: The Pine Barrens, SL Date: 07 August (backdated) Weather: Overcast Time: Morning			Abendrot

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She wondered, sometimes, if it was peculiar to be this way.

Salvia understood that she was different. There was supposed to be something in her that cared. Whatever had once been there, when she saw her brother with love and not disdain, when she loved her mother, that part of her was gone. It might have been ripped out when the sword pierced her breast. It might have died in the smoke and ashes of her father’s funeral pyre. Now her body was hollow and filled with ice, as if she had come from whatever nightmare kingdom Siv spoke of.

Yet she hardly showed this, though it leaked through her eyes and her voice often. One might not think that she felt nothing. Even the white-flame of her lost virginity had left nothing but a swift-fading memory of a coal-eyed shadow god that spoke in the voice of her father. The nightmares had dulled, as if somehow tainted by the screen of memory.

The pale she-wolf stalked through the Pine Barrens, her steps nearly silent. She moved with the grace and speed of a cat as opposed to a wolf, and this was sharply illustrated by the reddish figure at her shoulder. They fell into time, moving effortlessly over the soft terrain, Salvia’s pace slowing, Abendrot’s quickening. They both stopped almost in the same movement, with the wolf’s head dropping and the cat’s mouth opening to reveal a pink tongue.

It was a unique way of scenting their prey; two different senses offered differing opinions, and for several long moments they remained still and silent. Then the wolf’s head turned sharply, catching a new and noiser sound behind them. Her stance shifted subtly, with a black tipped tail flagging to a high point to match an already black tipped crown.

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