Take a bite of my heart tonight

Salvia Eternity · 10-15-2012, 12:57 PM

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The sun sank low into the horizon, bleeding orange over trees still standing despite the fury of the storm. Darkness came from under each of these and spread. Night came quickly in the old woods. It was cold for an October night. An owl hooted from deep in the forest and something larger, spooked, trampled through the underbrush and over ground still spongy from rain.

Shadow stirred in darker shadow. Salvia was not made for true night, and the ghostly specter of her hair proved such a thing. It was the pale, faded color of dead wheat and sun-bleached to white in various streaks. Yet her fur was timber-wolf in its truest nature, if only paler. Winter had come into her heart and sucked the very life out of what had once been a summer-hued body. What walked between the pines and over brackish water was a monstrous thing shaped out of war, winter, and the true mind of a killer. There was no madness in her, but there was no mercy or morality either.

It was a swift-footed, silent shape that loomed in the night and came to the back door. She was alone, but this was not uncommon. Abendrot would hunt until he was satisfied and slip in sometime in the deeper hours of the night. The coyote slave would be along shortly—she had been injured by the collapsing building and limped now, so Salvia allowed her more time to travel. Axi rarely dared to be out long past dark these days.

When Salvia entered she found her brother inside. He was nearly the spitting image of their father; only the lack of white on his chest and face and his quicksilver eyes were different. He smelled different too. Even if he was not involved with Eris (and Salvia suspected this, though in a vague, uncertain way) their mother’s scent would always be a part of them. She no longer knew what to think of the woman. She no longer knew what to think of this man who had once been her confidant, her companion, her everything.

Salvia’s world had changed and she with it. Mantis eyes regarded his form with a strange sense of envy, but she would never admit such a thing. Instead the Tigress merely watched him. She was acutely aware of their solitude; TaeKyung had been swept up in the storm somehow and the coyote was not yet back.

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