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Salvia Eternity · 08-17-2012, 03:09 AM

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Never once in her life had Salvia ever believed herself destined to live in servitude. She had been spoiled rotten by her parents (though firm hands had come soon enough) and Salsola’s foundation had solidified this belief. When her blood ruled, why not act as a princess? Now, though, she was a queen. She had grown to stand and watch her mother fall, easy and silent and oh so simple. It was an amazing feat to her, as young as she was, and it only further grew the ego that burned with nuclear winter deep in her heart. No part of her was made for anything less than to rule as she was now.

This was why the squabbles of these lesser could not touch her. She viewed them as a sum, as opposed to individuals, and only broke them down when presented with singular thoughts of memory. Certain, stronger personalities, those remained. Others faded and fell, shuffled into categories or back into the mass that was Family when her own blood was not even given such a title.

Without speech, hunting relied on signals of body and eyes. Salvia had picked up on these things from excursions with her father, and then Sirius. Their leader was a feral creature yet, despite his fancy talk, and Salvia knew better than any not to underestimate such a man. It only further encouraged her to push on, and this made her, day by day, into a more savage beast. By embracing such thoughts she was capable of a near mechanical coldness, reptilian and alien in its behavior—but not in the primitive and instinctive programming of thousands of years.

So the tracking went on, relying on nose and tongue and eyes, listening and gauging how far their prey might have gone. The adolescent reindeer (for this path was fresh and betrayed their goal) was, for some reason or another, a bachelor separated from the traveling herd. It would certainly feed them thrice over if they managed to find it.

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