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Salvia Eternity · 09-25-2012, 11:44 AM

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(303) could wrap after this? They eat more and Sal peaces out?

They were both of them creatures of instinct and yet more. A disease—no, a virus—had warped their genetic code and changed such primitive design into something that had grown over time. Those who had not succumb were likely to follow the path of ancient Neanderthal man and fall under the grind of evolutions wheel. Salvia was a part of this chain and given one particular advantage over even her brethren; she was of slightly higher intelligence and thus able to process things much faster and think much quicker. It did not aid her when it came to all things—she lacked the motor skills to produce works of art or even written word, for example. But large, broad strokes were easy for her; killing was one of these things, as was the capacity and drive to rule.

A low rumble, though it was not out of displeasure, escaped Salvia as Draugr went so far as to show this ancient sign of submission. She canted her head so as to make the display one of allowance and remained still. After a time, when she was pleased by the display, she chuffed air from her cheeks and spared another glance to the woods. They had scared off any competition (save for a few noisy crows, which may or may not have belonged to Itachi) and Salvia did not fear interruption. Salsola had few large predators to contend with.

“You may take the hide, if you wish,” she said, speaking for the first time in what felt like ages. Her voice was thick from the blood in her throat. “Whatever we do not finish is to be smoked.” This was her preferred method of preservation. Salt, while abundant from the sea, made for a thirsty meal and lacked the deeper flavor of wood-smoked meat.

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