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Clover Love Lykoi · 07-09-2011, 01:44 AM

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Date: 08 July

Setting: Borgata Colotl, somewhere along the coastline south of The Ruins.

Time: Nearing midnight

Character Form: Optime

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Word Count → 318 :: Anyone is welcome, though I apologize in advance for weird, rambly late night Anna writing. :3

Though the arrival of the summer solstice had brought warmer weather and longer days, Clover often found comfort in the stillness of the night. Though she was no longer spending her nights in the bedroom of the mansion, she did not feel displaced or homesick at all. In fact, the young Lykoi felt completely at peace here, in the Kingdom of the handsome, brooding Thistle King. Even now, in relative solitude, a soft smile found her maw at the thought of the Revlis man. He had succeeded in luring Clover away from Inferni, but she saw it nothing more than freedom; she had been given the space to spread her wings.

Though it was little over half full, the moon was able to offer silvery illumination in a cloudless sky for the landscape beneath her. Clover did not know of the soil tread underneath, but she did not fear the unknown. Allowing her instinct and Mother Earth to guide, she moved nearly silently amongst the leaf litter until she arrived not far from the coastline of the bay. For whatever reason, sleep had escaped her tonight. That was not to say she wasn’t tired – her weariness was apparent in the heaviness in her chest and the fluttering of her lids veiling straw yellow.

Where she decided to settle, the land broke away into a jagged smile of rocky cliff sides where the bay’s water pressed up beneath and turned into creamy foam. Though she could have traveled further along the coast to find an area where she could safely venture to the water’s edge, she did not mind this headland. A small matchbox withdrawn from the worn pocket of her denim hot pants, Clover lit the end of the joint held loosely between her teeth. Here she would clear her mind, perhaps reconnect with Mother Earth, and then hopefully she could eventually drift off into a peaceful slumber.

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Tlantli Kimaris · 07-09-2011, 10:12 AM

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Ohai there. This is kinda weird, but I just woke up and figured I didn't want someone to steals it! So...just ignore the weird.

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Why she had chosen to take her nightly sacrifice to the waters was beyond the scope of the Crone's reasoning, but she dragged the marginally ruined corpse of a deer along the ground behind her through the realm of the Kingdom in search of the shoreline. There was more sky there. There was more chance that, hidden behind the world, Momotztli would still see the flames that consumed the creature. There was no special reason for the sacrifice; it wasn't for Eris, it wasn't for the King, it wasn't for herself. In truth, it was for her Sun, to show that she still thought of him even under the reign of the hybrids. Despite her devout care to give blessing to the Thistle Kingdom, Tlantli still did not believe that her God smiled down upon their tainted faces. They could not even claim to be true coyote blood.

A sigh rose from golden jaws as she followed the coast with her mind wrapped around vague desire to return home. Eterne had never been so filled with idiocy that was allowed to walk freely around the realm, yet she suffered under the dealings with Larkspur — and he was only the tip of the iceberg. But she could do nothing there, in Salsola, where she was simply a handmaiden to the pretty obsidian Auxiliary and nothing else.

It seemed she wasn't alone as she neared unfamiliar-familiar scents in the air: an unknown, red-masked face that brought faint (if mistrusting) relief to the mind of the Kimaris. A coyote. An eyebrow rose as she neared with her kill, uncaring if she had interrupted the girl's rest. She was, after all, the Crone. She had never suffered punishment for blurring her boundaries, and few ranked higher in the family than she. Her body came to a halt easily, the deer swung to lay before her. "Do you haft mahches, girl." It might have been a question, but she expected agreement as she began to gut the animal — after all, she was smoking.

Clover Love Lykoi · 08-05-2011, 11:33 PM

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Word Count → 472 :: I hope you don't hate me for replying almost a month later. :/ I'm really glad you joined, though! Clover needs to meet other Salsolans. Big Grin

There seemed to be instant relief upon the first inhalation of sweetly smelling smoke. Though her smoking habits had waned some, if only because she had yet to relocate her garden and didn’t want to burn through her available supply, she found supreme comfort in the familiarity of the action. A heaviness begin to roll in over her frame and Clover smiled softly towards the moon while the burning rolled paper was brought away from her face. The breeze from the sea was strong here, and the mixture of cannabis smoke and sea salt lulled Clover into a contentment she had not felt so strongly in some time. Sure, sleep evaded her, but it was in this moment that she felt closest to a genuine feeling of tranquility.

Before the woman moved close enough to speak, Clover was aware of Tlantli’s presence drawing nearer. Though she was sure her footfall would have been rather soft normally, the dragging of the deer carcass was enough to cause the girl to turn her gaze. She did not know of many who lived in Sirius’ kingdom, but she understood that the thistle family had an unusual hierarchy of which she was currently at the bottom, and the Lykoi girl was curious to meet her new kin.

She waited silently for the woman to cease her movements and to address her, for Clover was uncertain if it would be out of place for her to speak. She was still very new to Salsola and didn’t want to do anything to upset Sirius, or anyone else. Above all else, she wanted Sirius to be happy with her, as she was in his presence. When the Crone did finally speak, Clover noticed it was with an unusual twang to her words. It was something that was somehow vaguely familiar (for when she had been a child, a woman in Juniper Peace had spoken similarly) and she understood her question nonetheless. "Of course, Miss," lifting them from her thigh where they had been resting, and offering them to the sandy colored woman.

In the pale moonlight, Clover caught the gleam of scared skin and pale eyes silently studied the woman’s chest marking, before trailing to the deer as the Crone went to work gutting the animal. In earlier years, Clover wouldn’t have been able to be around for something such as this. She had never wanted to hurt animals and couldn’t bear to see blood and gore, but a few acquaintances along the way had come to help her expand her views on such things. Though it was not a sight she preferred, it was not one the Lykoi child necessarily felt the need to shy away from. Instead, Clover sat curiously in silence, lifting the joint to her lips in slow intervals, while she watched the woman work.

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