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Salvia Eternity · 04-24-2011, 03:03 AM

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Salvia crouched low, her ears forward and her tail high. She was stalking the squirrel, a fat and stupid thing, as she practiced daily. Her large paws did not allow for much silence, but she was working on her lessons with the single-mindedness of a hunting cat. Green eyes narrowed and locked on her target, and wiggling her rump in anticipation, the puppy prepared her spring. With a powerful leap she rushed the fat thing, jaws wide, puppy teeth going for the kill.

This time, at least, she was lucky. Her teeth sunk into the neck of the squirrel. It screamed and began to twist in her jaws, and Salvia tightened her grip and shook her head furiously as she had seen her father do with Harlowe. She tossed the still-living animal into the air, caught it, and then killed it in another final shake. Pleased by herself, the puppy began to chew on the animal. She did not kill because she was hungry, and it showed; instead she began to drag the thing along and use it like a toy—imitating the cat she so admired.

Sirius Revlis · 04-24-2011, 10:36 AM

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He's like Scar, from The Lion King XD

Things were coming together. Plans coagulated like dried blood on his mind, seeping together to form new, inspired ideas. He needed to talk again with Eris; They had many things to discuss before the ideas were set in motion, and time was slipping by faster than before.

He had come to loath being unnecessarily near to the caves, much preferring to be amongst the clearer air of the mountain. Hunting this day had been good, and the coywolf's belly hung round and almost distended from his erstwhile rangy frame. He had set new traps, and returned now in a four-legged form, one employed rarely but for when hunting. It was less civil, this form, and generally more restrictive - But when hunting, it was fast and cunning, built as perfect machinery to match the prey.

There was a pleased gleam in lime eyes, and an unfamiliar sense of relaxation. He might have missed the girl entirely, but for the scream of her meal - Any predator would instantly become aware to such a sound. Curious, the long-legged male veered off the path he had been taking, emerging instead on the end of what appeared to have been a victorious pounce.

Salvia had caught a squirrel, and the thing was dead now. He wondered who had taught her to hunt - It had not been he, for their 'uncle' rarely suffered the children's sometimes intolerable presence unless pressed to do so by their black bear of a mother. He did not believe, either, that Larkspur could have taught her such a thing; To catch a squirrel required much more cunning and speed than that lumbering oaf could ever hope to have.

He came closer, emerging into the girl's field of vision as she played with the little corpse. "Salvia," Smooth tenor tones greeted her briskly, as was the Revlis' man's usual manner. His green eyes rested on her a little longer than usual - She almost looked like him, this one, with her pretty pelt and her green eyes. Perhaps he could teach her to be a real Hunter someday; perhaps he could show her how to hunt the hardest prey, Luperci themselves. "Do you know where I can find your mother?"

Salvia Eternity · 04-24-2011, 01:28 PM

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These will get longer, she doesn't have much to do yet. XD

Even though she was caught up in her game, tossing the dead thing skyward and catching it again, Salvia spotted her tall uncle’s arrival. Almost instantly she dropped the corpse, mouth shutting smartly as she studied the man. Her mother spent much of her time with the green-eyed man, though he also spent (however begrudgingly) much time with her and Pandemic. Therefore, he was no stranger; though she had very little fear of strangers within the packlands, for Anathema was safe as far as she knew. Except for those madman within, a small voice reminded her, thinking of Harlowe.

“No,” she replied curtly. “She might be with daddy,” came the explanation, watching his reaction carefully. Salvia had begun to pick up on social cues during her time spent with others. Tlanti’s lessons in Spanish had come with other lessons as well; the way she behaved around men, for example. There was an art to manipulating them, and the girl sought to find it. Learning to hunt was one thing; learning to twist minds was another.

Sirius Revlis · 04-26-2011, 11:47 AM

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The girl was obedient enough, and that pleased him well. She was, perhaps, the smartest of her siblings - Pan, the boychild, displayed less sharp-witted qualities as she. The man eyed her with a reptilian look of interest. She was blood, Eris' blood, and that made her family. He felt love for the girl, or what he was sure was love... A sort of fondness of thought that made her much easier to think upon than the other fools he might have faced. Regardless, she was still a child, and would be seen as such until she was able to change forms. That marked adulthood in the eyes of the Revlis male, and adults were valuable assets to him.

She had cunning eyes - Eris' eyes. He found them endearing to look upon. "Oh, I see," The dark-furred Zepar did not make much of an effort to hide the distaste in his tone - He thought precious little of the dark-furred woman's choice in a mate, and had made that openly known to her on many occasions. Salvia was a smart child, and he didn't doubt that she had made note of such a thing before.

He was loathe to go back into the caves without a purpose. The good mood from hunting, a full belly, and the thus-far success of his plans left the man in a mercifully amiable mood. Still casting a cool, calculative gaze upon the girl, he sunk to his haunches to indicate that he would stay. A moment's pause, and then to his rounded belly. The ground was rather warm, and he sighed gratuitously. There had been a time in her youth when Salvia would have taken this physical gesture as a welcoming to play, to clamber on his spine and gnaw on his ears as was the manner of small whelps. He wondered idly if she had grown out of that stage yet. "I saw you catch that," A dip of his head indicated the small corpse at her feet, "You are a very clever girl, Salvia," The praise was offered in suave, silky tone, the one he used most when dealing with unpredictable individuals. "Who taught you how to hunt like that?" The way she had been playing with the food had been almost... Feline.

Salvia Eternity · 04-26-2011, 06:05 PM

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These will get longer, she doesn't have much to do yet. XD

Whatever went on between her father and uncle was beyond the girl, for they had never shown outright aggression to each other. Subtleties in conversation (that was in tone, though she did not know the word as it applied to such a thing) were something she had just begun to grasp. The world included a spectrum of tones she had yet to see, in words and gestures she clung to desperately. Knowledge would be power. She craved that above all else, having seen the possibilities that could come with it. One day she would become mighty, by hook or by crook.

Sirius’ posture did not indicate he wished to play, and while there was the impulse do so, she further recognized this was a critical moment. He was testing her. Maybe that meant she was growing up. She desperately wished to be an adult, sick of her awkward puppy body and being so much smaller than everyone else. Mostly the sheep. She hated having to look up to those stupid things. Yet his praise filled her with pride, pleased he noticed how terribly clever she was. “I taught myself. I watched Itzcitla, and did what he did.” Now that her game had been interrupted, she had no further use for the corpse and ignored it.

Sirius Revlis · 05-01-2011, 01:41 AM

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The girl was surprisingly still, displaying no irrational urge to play in such a puppy-ish manner as she had days prior. This surprised and pleased the Revlis man, for he assumed her to be growing into the stage beyond that uselessness, perhaps into one worthy of his time and attention outside of what Eris demanded.

Her reply seemed cryptic, and it took him a moment to recognize the foreign name she spoke to be that of Eris' pet feline, a creature that had been a fitting item for her to own. Sirius had never before considered the possibilities of learning hunting stratagem from the cat, although he needn't have. The ocher-hued male was cunning enough to exceed without study of another. Regardless, this show of observation also served to please him, and the reclining male found himself studying the girl with curious, calculative eyes. Pupils narrowed in on her face, although the corners of his maw bowed up in slight to show his silent approval.

He stretched a moment, both large paws inching out towards her before the male relaxed back onto his belly. "Tell me, Salvia," Came the chocolate purr, although those flinty eyes watched her like hard diamonds from beneath the casual hoods of his eyelids, "You love Uncle Siri, don't you? You would like to please me?"

Salvia Eternity · 05-01-2011, 01:26 PM

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The more she watched the cat, the more she imitated him. There was never any rush in the animal’s steps, and he walked in a manner that looked fluid and graceful. Salvia sought to emulate him, and it had begun to show. In her mind, she even had begun to resemble the feline—with her now sharp ears and face, and claws she sharpened daily. Even as she watched her uncle her tail-tip moved slightly, betraying her bodies readiness for action. Her kill had filled her with adrenaline, and it showed in each breath.

As he stretched, Salvia envied his body. She wanted to be large and grown up. Her paws showed she would one day be large indeed, but even now she was towered over by her colossal brother. Pandemic had always been bigger, but now with only two mouths to feed, the puppies had both gained immense size. They would no doubt be imposing figures when they were fully grown.

His question made her eyes narrow. It sounded like a trick. Of course she loved him, why wouldn’t she? He was her uncle, he was smart and funny (even if sometimes cruel) and she admired his ways. Making him happy would be the same as making her parents happy, which she tried to do as often as she could. Eris had changed since Wretch’s disappearance, and Salvia wanted her old mother back. “Yes,” she said, remaining still because she did not know what he might want. “What do you want?” She imagined he would want her to go find her mother, or something stupid like that. It was a menial task that she had seen other parents put their children to work for. Salvia’s, of course, never did such a thing. While disciplined, she was also spoiled. Paradoxical as she was, Salvia had developed into quite an assertive little beast.

Sirius Revlis · 05-03-2011, 12:39 AM

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Her answer was sharp, swiftly given. There was no hesitation, no suspicion in the girl's light voice - Children were such easy soldiers. It all hinged on that instinctive wish within them to please those they emulated, those they admired. Siri's cold, hard eyes brightened at her reply, her avid wish to obey him. Salvia was a smart girl, smarter he thought than her larger brother. In adulthood, together perhaps, they would make quite a formidable team - There was no doubt for the male however that she would be the brains behind the pair. It was all there in her eyes - Hunter's eyes, Eris' eyes.

Watching her with the sly squint of a fox eyeing a mouse, Sirius yawned widely, his long 'yote-like ears dipping back elegantly. The vain man had a way of sitting, sphinx like - Elegant in his cunning and his form, so civil in comparison to the barbaric males commonly found. Cream-gloved paws crossed over one another as he returning to watching her, thoughtfully. "Nothing, my dear, nothing," Came the pleasant tone, so lightly dipped in slick persuasion. "I just like hearing such things from my favorite niece," Perhaps it was a little unkind to brand her such, as her sister was indeed lost, and Sirius had made the assumption of her death. However, had Wretch still been with them, the sentiment would likely have been the same.

The plans that burdened his brain remained present, framing the picture of Salvia that he saw now. She was a piece of it, within the entirety of it - Spawn of Eris, blood-kin. "How old are you now, Salvia?" The question was asked curtly, as the mastermind continued to factor her and her brother in to the equation within his mind.

Salvia Eternity · 05-03-2011, 01:33 AM

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Salvia wasn’t simply smart—she was brilliant. She had been blessed with a brain that functioned on another level entirely, leading her to be capable of things most children would not have the patience for. She was nearly fluent in both Spanish and German, and had learned to hunt without any help from the outside. Yet with her intelligence had come a shadow, one made up from a lack of soft moral guidelines that led so many to be weak. Rather than a domesticated, stupid child, she was a tiger cub who desired power. Knowledge and strength were power. She had come to recognize this early on.

While the will to dominate was strong within her, she was wise enough to know her limits. Wiser still to recognize those who had the potential to open doorways to her goals. Tlanti was one such figure, for by learning patience she had been gifted a secret language. It seemed now that Sirius, despite his way with words, wanted something from her as well. Adults so often forget that children are far more adapt at reading things, for children are great pretenders themselves.

Yet favorite stroked her ego, and favorite put her on a pedestal. Had she been a cat, she would have purred. Instead, her green eyes darkened as the pupil widened with rising excitement. “Almost five months,” she said proudly, knowing that this meant she was encroaching on adulthood.

Sirius Revlis · 05-11-2011, 11:22 AM

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The girl had a way about her, an essence that sometimes made Sirius reflect on himself, his own youth. The Revlis man was not narcissistic, but his ego was undoubtedly larger than some, and it pleased him to think of the girl possessing some of the same cunning he had been blessed with. But in that realization came a sharp mental note to keep an eye on Salvia; Not purely for her usefulness to him, but also for her capacity to damage. She would have to be groomed most profusely.

Eris would not mind - She seemed to trust the umber male implicitly, in almost all things, as though she had acknowledged his higher intelligence as being correct in all circumstances. While the Revlis man may have pleased himself by thinking this true, he was far to canny to accept it - Failure was an important aspect of survival, and he was, after all, a mortal being.

The earthen-toned girl spoke up again, her direct tone wavering with youth and excitement. Sirius' brows rose in mock surprise, his large ears flipping forward again. 'Five months, indeed! Why, you have grown up so fast," Smooth tones were dipped generously in praise and affection; How much was genuine and how much false, it was impossible to tell. Only the calculative hues of his eyes could ever reveal such a thing. "Almost an adult, my Salvia... Well, I must say, you look less like a child every day." This was meant as a genuine compliment, and there was a fair mount of truth within in. With only two pups to care for, the larger quantity of food they ate was fast leading to large growth. Her brother was undoubtedly to be as large as his father, if not more so - Salvia, also, although Siri hoped that she might retain some of the natural slimness that had strongly accompanied his strain of the bloodline.

A slow smile smoothed his features, sharp like the Cheshire cat's. "You'll likey be shifting soon, girl," He said, very delicately. After her shift, she would become of real use to him, and the Revlis man would indeed enjoy factoring her into his plans. She would be a useful weapon, he had little doubt.

Salvia Eternity · 05-11-2011, 10:55 PM

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Her games with Pandemic were never cruel, though the pair often bruised and bloodied one another accidentally. They were too rough, him from lack of understanding his own power, she from trying to meet it. The main difference was that Salvia was cruel. She had spent far too long studying the way of the cat. It did not occur to her that this was bad, for she had seen the way her father behaved around the sheep and the tone her mother used when displeased with Axi. Cruelty was a part of life, as simple and as savage as that truth was.

So her eyes, a shade too greed to belong to her mother, glimmered with each poison-laced praise. Oh how delightful he made it seem, putting her before the older children and the rest of the family that lived in these caves. Her upper lip pulled away from her teeth slightly, revealing a shark’s collection of glimmering white in a pleased smile. The terrible ferocity in it belonged to that tiger she had yet to become—yet it was there, all the same.

“I hope so,” she said on his promise of gaining a new form. She had seen its uses and desired it dearly. “Tlanti promise to teach me to fight once I could.” And that was all she would said on this matter. She had promised the woman silence about her secret language, but she supposed Uncle Sirius, like her Tía Tlianti, could be trusted. “You’ll teach me too, like you teach mother,” she went on, not entirely asking. Even though she had learned that demanding was not the right way to go about getting things, she figured even her gruff uncle might not mind showing her a few new skills. After all, he had done so with Eris.

Sirius Revlis · 05-13-2011, 09:15 AM

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His words seemed to feed the greedy green of the girl's eyes, narrowing pupils and engorging the expanse as a sharp smile, so familiar, glittered across her fox-like face. With her slanted eyes and tipped ears, Salvia appeared to him to be just that - A little fox. With a swell of amusement, the snake-eyes male wondered if that was how others saw him; so much more powerful than the tiny kit-creatures, and yet their canniness was renown.

Her eagerness to gain the civilized bipedal form satisfied the male. It was a form he much preferred, only seeking the quadrupedal for hunting or travel. Keen eyes surveyed her keenly, glittering with shallow flecks of approval. The girl-child was malleable clay, but already her parents had imprinted within her valuable ideas and traits. The Revlis male could see small ripples of Eris within her, and this proved to strengthen his connection with the whelp.

Her sharp tongue demanded of him. Pupils narrowed within acid olive, but from his bearded maw swelled a chuckle laced with poison. Her dominative nature was a trait to be fostered, but clear lines needed to be drawn, and drawn young. With sudden grace her rose to four paws, gaining again the height he had lost in laying down. Lanky, but tall, the male peered down his whiskered nose at the girl. "Am I just?" He would of course, oblige her in this - She was too precious a material to be wasted. However, insolence toward him would not be tolerated. "Salvia, Salvia, Salvia..." The tenor warble of his song-song tone ebbed with danger, which glittered in his sharp smile.

Dull ivy, laced with serpentine venom, glittered down at her. "You are not your mother, my girl... Remember your place," The chiding was given lightly, and to show that he loved her still, loved her above all others, the manipulator moved to tap her lightly on the nose with one large forepaw. "Ask your uncle nicely," He cooed with a darkly syrupy grin.

Salvia Eternity · 05-13-2011, 05:12 PM

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There was a subtle shift, one Salvia barely caught. Sirius was on his feet, a tall thing that towered over the pup. Her ears fell back, worried she had pushed him too far. Tlanti had been cross when she had done this before, and while she believed her uncle might give her leeway, it did not seem so. The dry and unfamiliar taste of worry came to her tongue, but the lanky hybrid only hit her nose (and gently at that). Pleased that he was not going to shout, the puppy craned her nose up to try and reach his chin. It was the only submissive posture she knew, aside from being on her back, but that went against her instinctive need to protect her belly.

“Yes Uncle Sirius,” she said sweetly, her voice lined with lace and sugar. She was remarkable at putting on this front, which did not suit her cat-like eyes, and wiggled her tail to prove she was being sincere. This was not a lie, of course; she loved her uncle dearly and would do as she was told. He was right after all; she was not her mother, only a child. “Would you please teach me like you teach my mother?” A sickly-sweet smile. Despite her honest affection for him, even she could not hide the predatory drive in her gleaming eyes.

Sirius Revlis · 05-23-2011, 11:55 PM

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Seeming to sense the underlying malice in his tone, with a swiftness that showed her own cunning nature, Salvia was quick to digress into a submissive form. This alertness pleased the male, who held his head calmly still as the pup asserted his position, nuzzling at the tuft on his chin with her little wet nose.

The lanky male was calmed by this reaction, and his stifflegged position relaxed, tail wagging once to show that the girl had done the correct thing in immediately submitting. It was a lesson he knew she would only have to learn once - Salvia was a clever thing, soaking up the world around her with those sharp green eyes and fuzzy, angular ears.

Her small body, still downy with puppy fur bust growing faster than he would have believed, wriggled with compressed energy as she voiced the words again, this time presented in the sweetest of tones as a question. Whiskers twitched in humor, his sharp teeth sheathed by creamy muzzle as the male watched her a moment, pupils narrowed. Long, elegant ears flicked back in assent. "Yes, I will. I will teach you the ways of the Hunter, but only because I wish to." He paused a moment, before dipping his long nose to give her a quick lick on one fuzzy cheek.

There were things to attend to - Eris to be found. "Be good for your mother, now. I will see you again soon." With a dismissive glance away from the whelp, the long-legged coywolf sauntered off toward the caves, his thick plume held low once more. In this place, he was no more than a pauper. Soon, though, he would hold his tail high. Soon.

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