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Salvia Eternity · 01-03-2012, 04:45 PM

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Salsola, Borgata Mazatl

tl;dr Salvia captures and pony and brings it back to the barn.

Though her father’s return from Freetown brought with it a new horse, it also presented a new challenge. Both the white mare and Horse would likely be used for breeding, thus limiting their use as pack animals. Already, it was apparent that the palomino was carrying; she was not yet to the point of required rest, but her father had been strict when it came to such things and Salvia would not allow the prized animal to be pushed. After producing a colt like Nacht, she was anxiously waiting to see what the offspring of Black would resemble. In truth, she was anxious for all the mares to drop—the others had not yet started showing but oh they would soon, she was sure of it. A moon cycle might pass, but there was little doubt in her mind that Black had begun his legacy with all of the available mares. In a way, she felt sorry her own yearling could not be used for such breeding. He was too large, too dark for the ideal that Sirius and her father sought.

Selective breeding, as she had begun to understand it, was the process for which the ideal animal could be made. By choosing characteristics and conformations of sire a dam, offspring were more likely to be close to the ideal outcome. In her scientific, calculating mind Salvia saw the major advantage in such decisions. It ensured, to a degree, that one would be able to forge a living being whose specifications matched with a specific goal. The staggering notion of such a thing was not lost on her. If they could manipulate horses in such a manner, why not other things? Why not choose mates based on such ideals rather than love, for love was weak and worthless and something that did no good when it came to ensuring strength. This, she saw now, was the true path. One day if she sought to extend her bloodline, she would chose a man not for her love of him, but for his physical prowess. A carnal and primeval thing it was, but so too was all science when faced with instinct and base ideas.

Thus captivated by the small flickering of light that even now sought to vanquish the demons of magic with reason, Salvia had set forth with a specific goal in mind. She would find an animal capable of filling the gap of the draft horses when the time came. While she truly might have sought after an ox or a bull-cow, she was unfamiliar even now with their true potential and found the animals stupid looking and doubted one would be roaming these lands freely. Horses were more common; they had once been wild things, after all, and since adapted to the wilderness that once belonged to men. Most of these wild things had since been claimed or captured by wolves, but there were always those who escaped, those who were overlooked. Capturing an animal was not as easy as one might think.

The truth of the matter was, of course, that Salvia was overconfident. She had only every captured one living animal, and that had been a newborn fawn that had been too stupid to flee when the wolf found her. A living, experienced horse would be a new challenge all together. Of course, she had constructed a very basic plan within her mind that was almost certain to work. It relied heavily on the instincts of the creatures she sought, and her own speed and strength.

She had taken Misty once more, pleased with her overall progress. Though a saddle was still required to ride her, the stench of horse (and the weeds that washed away the wolfish scent of Salsola) were enough to put her plan into action. This was a simple thing; she would find a herd of the animals and, believing that the horses would not flee so quickly from one of their own, would get as close as possible before lassoing one. This too, was a base thing—she was nowhere as experienced as the dog, but she had imitated him with rope and managed to understand the mechanics behind such a thing. Her main advantage in doing this was the horse—Misty was terribly fast, even faster than Black, and fearless. If she could get close enough to drop a loop around a horses’ head, she could drag them back to Salsola and break them there. Like her slave, this would be a matter of physical dominance and patience. After all, was TK not ideal now? Salvia thought so. She was quite pleased with the woman and hoped her brother’s return would be when she was best to be presented. What a sight that would be, she thought, two coal-black beasts like themselves. There was no jealousy for the woman; had she been free-people, Salvia would never have allowed such a thing. Slaves were property, though, and this alone; Pandemic would own a woman to match his horse, in her eyes, and this suited him. Her brother deserved the best.

They both did, she thought with a thin smile. While she felt terrible animosity towards her sisters, the new boy was nothing less than perfect in her eyes. He was the culmination of her father’s dream, and unlike Wretch’s patchy, disgusting pelt, he was pristine and flawless. Salvia was looking forward to the day he was able to walk, for she would see to his training personally. No brother of her’s would be a weak, soft thing—she would not allow it. Especially given that he shared the Eternity name; one she alone carried now that Solanaceae was dead. If she or her brother perished, so would the name. It could not be allowed until immortality had been reached.

Below her, Misty snorted and breathed steam into the frigid air. It was snowing, but this was of no concern to Salvia. With her winter pelt she was immune to such things. She preferred the snow anyway. It would muffle both sound and scent from the animals, and allow her near invisibility. Horses were not blind animals and actually had decent eyesight, but in the snow, she would not be so easily spotted. Especially given its condition; light and airy, not heavy and wet but still thick enough to disguise her pale pelt against the landscape (and Misty, who was likely far more interesting to these horses).

She rode for nearly two hours before they first found the herd. It was small. No mare challenged the approaching horse and so Salvia concluded this was a bachelor herd. The stallions milled about, yet unconcerned by Misty. Saliva slipped the rope into her hand, looping its furthest length about her arm. A circular slip was given wide area to hang by Misty’s side, and Salvia urged her forward with a squeeze of the legs. Once the males noticed her, they began to prance nervously. It was only their instinctive desire to claim a mate that otherwise kept them from fleeing, and two advanced towards the horse and rider cautiously.

A gust of wind betrayed the wolf, fluttering the rope. This strange thing startled the horses who took off running. She cursed and spurred Misty after them, knowing that if they were lost she would need to wait and bring another horse. The speed of the mare was exhilarating, and despite the herd’s advantage, they quickly closed the gap.

While the prime and fastest horses had managed to contend with them, one fluffy male smaller than the rest was losing ground. Salvia did not have time to judge him beyond the stockiness of his build and the shape of his head before settling. Even if he wasn’t perfect he was a horse—and she needed one strong enough to work, or at least one to be traded for a beast that was capable of such a thing. With a snarl she kicked at Misty and closed the distance, hurling the loop wide and missing. The stallion whinnied in fright and wheeled, but Misty was atop of him yet. She was responding to Salvia’s body, which leaned into the turn and once more hurled the rope. This time it slipped over his head. With a triumphant cry, the girl yanked it taught. They ran yet as she hurried to knot the end to Misty’s saddle horn. It slipped once, panicking her, but the rope had been looped around her own arm for just such a reason.

Satisfied by the knot, she grabbed Misty’s reins and pulled her back, using her momentum to turn the pony. He fought, and Salvia was startled by the strength of such a small beast. She yanked along with the horse and finally made the fuzzy thing turn. While he did not like the rope around his neck, he did not seem to wish to fight the mare. Twin instincts took him; one was to flee, and this was powerful, but the herd mentality told him that the mare was not dangerous to him and to go with her. Salvia was glad for this, and gave him enough slack to calm the fuzzy thing.

Exhausted from the run (for he was underweight despite the fluffy pelt) the pony followed after the mare with fewer struggles. The ride back was not a long one, though to Salvia it felt like an eternity. She wanted to get him to the post so that her father could aid her in investigating the animal. She sorely hoped that her estimation was not wrong; the little pony had a great amount of strength despite his size, and Salvia was pleased with this. Perhaps once she could feel his body the truth of the matter would become clear.

She, Misty, and the pony arrived at the barn only to find it empty. With a huff, she dismounted and led Misty to the hitch. While the two animals stood there, she slipped into the barn to procure an extra halter and a bundle of dried grass. After approaching the two horses, she reassured them with low sounds and spread the meal before them, all the while keeping her eyes on the stony little hooves of her newest captive. As he ate, she knelt and gingerly tried touching him. While he shied from her at first, she remained still and did what came naturally—capturing him with her eyes. It was an old dog trick for sheep, but the pony seemed to respond as well. With the mare at his side and food near the blonde wolf, he surrendered to hunger and the lack of aggression present in the air, finally allowing Salvia to touch him.

Pleased by this, she worked quickly to slip on the woven halter. It tied under the jaw and behind the ears, and to this new contraption she affixed a rope and secured her catch to the post. The lasso around his neck was removed and wound back up. She kept this on Misty’s saddle horn, and went about removing the mare’s tack. While it would have been more comfortable for both horses inside, the mass of trees prevented much snow or wind from assaulting them. Salvia carried the saddle and blanket back inside, settled it onto its post, and lifted another bushel of dried grass. If she managed to convince the pony she was the provider, breaking him would be easy. It would take a long time, as it had with TK, but she was reassured by the progress of such an event and would use it to further her aims here. Even though Larkspur was not present, Salvia elected to wait, and sat in the snow near the two animals.

With his coat covered in snow, she had not really seen the way his markings played out. While a dull reddish-brown, his nose was light and flecks of white that were not snow dappled his body. The pony had dark legs and a dark mane and tail. His build was strong and thickly furred, meaning he was well prepared for the weather. While heavily feathered, his hooves were dainty and made for rocky terrain like Salsola. The blonde girl smiled to herself. She had done well.

Esmeralda Acidic · 01-04-2012, 09:12 PM

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OOC: Esme and Salvia are supposed to meet so i decided to throw Esme in here for that reason only, even though she has little business at the stables. also sorry that this is considerably shorter than your post, I just didn't have much time to go all out for you. :[

It'd been some time since Esmeralda had seen that slave, Phantom, or whatever her name was, and it also had been some time since Esmeralda had been around other animals, like Horses, pigs, sheep, chickens, and she was not even sure if Salsola had such things, but if they did not, then Esmeralda knew where she could steal them from. She would steal them straight from underneath Anathema's nose. It was not like they would particularly notice, for they had plenty, and also, Esmeralda had gone into the territory before and they had not found her or said shit to her about being in the lands, so there was no problem stealing things from under their fat noses. Esmeralda sniffed around for the stables, finding a scent of a horse or two to follow until she had gotten there. From where she was at though, it had been a terribly long walk, and she did not have Scuro or Daisuke there to console the princess, whom wore a crown of thorns upon her head at the moment. Daisuke had made this crown of thorns for her, and it also had a few dead rose petals that threatened to fall from their perch for some time until Daisuke fixed it to where the petals were being impaled by their own thorns. Her own head was encased gently in thorns, and she found it slightly annoying in the beginning but soon she got used to it and she had left it where it was.

It would be some time until she would make it to the stables, and to her surprise, there wasn't any horses around. There were a few little piglets, and chicken and sheep, but only two horses. Both were beautiful and sometimes she wished that she had a horse, but she had a slave and a bat, so she did not know if she had room in her heart for a horse, nor the time or the need for one (even though she could really use one) She looked at the two horses and then she looked around for a person. There was a luperci around because she could smell them, and it would not be long until there was a woman, around the same age or a little older than she, had come out. Esmeralda stepped back and noticed that the woman was of a much higher rank than she was. The associate bowed her head lightly and tucked her tail. She also came up to the woman and gave her the appropriate greeting before stepping away. Hello, My name is Esmeralda Acidic, an Associate. it was weird for her to not say she was a princess. It felt weird to her as well to not say it. She wanted to add in the piece of information, but she decided not to.

She looked to the beasts that the woman had been dealing with. Are these your horses? I didn't know that Salsola even had horses. I haven't seen too many since I've been here I mean. spoke the woman, her icy eyes turning back to the woman and looking at her and her interesting appearance. In a way, the girl was pretty. Esmeralda did not deny this. She was not jealous of the girl though, because Esmeralda felt as if she was much prettier than the horse wrangling girl. She did not let the arrogance show on her face though. She refused to let it show.

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Salvia Eternity · 01-05-2012, 11:17 PM

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Salvia’s nose twitched at the approaching unfamiliar smell, and she rose to meet it. She recognized the dog by sight alone (and she would consider her a dog regardless of any other blood, for this was what she resembled), identifying her as one of the newest in a long lines of wayward folks her mother brought into their folds. The name failed her, but she recalled several key factors; she was from Anathema and she had used TK while Salvia was not present. Though not against Salsola’s rules, it bothered her to think that the prized slave might have been damaged by such foolishness.

She took in the dog by sight as well. With spots and dips of light and dark she resembled a cow or a horse like Odessa’s, though hers were not so bold. Streaked hair was topped by a ridiculous looking bundle of sticks, and Salvia made a face at this plainly. Her rank allowed her such boldness, though she would have done so anyway. It was completely ridiculous to her, and hardly seemed to serve any purpose. Even with the randomly stuck-on flowers it looked ugly to her, and certainly couldn’t be comfortable. Perhaps it was some sort of Anathema fashion; Salvia did not recall much about her birth home and certainly had no bonds to it now.

Luckily, the girl gave her name and saved Salvia the trouble as asking. Their greetings exchanged, she kept her eyes on the stranger even while the horses were mentioned. Though communal, she felt a certain ownership over them yet. “Salvia Eternity,” she said simply, well aware she had been introduced formally at the Last Supper. She glanced back at the two animals, pleased to see that the pony seemed to have settled. Breaking him would be a long process, especially for what purpose she had in mind. “You must not have come here before, then,” Salvia commented, though it was telling—how could one not wish to know their new home?

“Salsola has many horses. At least, our Family does—most are claimed, you see. These two, as well as another gelding, belong to the pack. The pony I just captured today,” she went on, green eyes gleaming with pride. “My aunt brought this one with her, though she’s got a nasty temper. We’re working on it, though,” Salvia smiled savagely, suggesting it was less about the horse working with her and more about Salvia’s training. She looked back to the spotted girl. “You’re from Anathema, right?” It was a sudden question, laced with underlying doubt. While both her mother and Sirius sought to maintain some sort of truce between the packs, Salvia often wondered why these strangers from other packs came to Salsola. Magnolia and Denver had proven themselves incredibly worthy, of course, but she had been taught to doubt all things…especially those who were not yet proven to the Family.

Esmeralda Acidic · 01-08-2012, 05:15 PM

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OOC: lalalalaal.

It wasn't Esmeralda's intention to use a higher ranked wolf's slave without permission, it was more of a spur of the moment, in fact, the only reason she had come up to the slave woman in the first place was to simply find out the Phantom eyed woman's name and whom she belonged to. It definitely wasn't intended, and once she would learn that this woman was the owner of the slave she used, she was quick to pin her floppy ears closer to her cranium. " Ah, yes, I have heard that name before. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm not sure if your slave told you or not, but I did use her for some business that I needed to attend to. Helped bring another slave around for the Family. She didn't do too much damage to him, but she did a number on him, that's for damn sure. I brought this up though because I wanted to apologize for taking her without permission from you first. I hope you can forgive me." spoke the girl, the words foreign on the princess whom took what she wanted, most of the time, more often than not, but she realized quickly how this pack seemed to work, their ranking system was much more strict than Anathema, for when she was in Anathema, she was able to reign free and do what she wanted. Here, no matter how nice it seemed on the outside, once she was here, she realized that this pack would not tolerate her attitude, they would just make her a slave herself if she was too disrespectful. Maybe she could be defiant when she proved herself to the pack, but for now, she was to be obedient to the higher ups.

When the girl had spoken of her not being around here before, she nodded her head. This is my first time here in this part of the territory. Probably one of the only places I haven't visited yet, somehow I kept on walking past it. she spoke, shrugging her shoulders and then moving and leaning against a pillar and she kept her eyes on the other woman, soon, the icy blues would find that interesting necklace that dangled around the girl's neck. The other girl spoke of how there were many horses in Salsola, and how she caught that pony and it belonged to the pack, as did the other one that apparently her Aunt brought here. Esmeralda halfway listened, and half didn't but she kept her eyes where they were, on the necklace that was around the other woman. She missed the small signs of how proud the girl in front of her was, because she was not looking for the signs. She could really care less. When the girl finished speaking about the horses, Esmeralda nodded her head. I'll be careful to tread lightly around her then. spoke Esmeralda, a smile appearing on her face, one that was rather interesting to see on her maw, not so much as arrogant as normal, but a little softer and complimenting to her features rather than the cold, sadist smile she was known for.

Soon the girl would ask her a question though, about her pack before here. Esmeralda's soft smile was quick to wipe from her face at the mention of Anathema. Not really. It's not like I was born and raised there or anything. Pretty much been me and Daisuke for as long as I could remember until I made it back to Anathema, and I stayed for a few months. Their stink is still on me I guess? I've been trying to wash it from my pelt for some time now. the woman spoke, sighing lightly and playing lightly with her blue skirt's edges. Either way, my step mother, Naniko, and my brother, Jackson and sister Agony are still around Anathema. My father left Anathema probably for the same reasons I left. Then again, he could have gotten mad at my step mother whoring herself around to whoever is the father of those weird children. spoke Esmeralda, her fingers absently going to a striped lock and twirling her fingers around the mane that was beginning to get shaggy in the back again. She liked short hair, so she would more than likely ask someone to cut it for her again soon.

She shrugged lightly and huffed afterward. Did you like your gifts? asked the girl, referring to the bones that Esmeralda left for the woman to find. Eris had told her that Salvia wanted some bones as decorations for her house, and Esmeralda did have some extra bones to spare, so she was not unwilling to share them. More like give her all the bones she had left from her time in Anathema.

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Salvia Eternity · 01-20-2012, 02:51 PM

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No rule had been broken within Salsola’s confines; Salvia had, as all the others did, a right to order and command the slaves of others. An unspoken concept of respect in such matters had settled with her, but she was not present for such a thing and thus the slave’s responsibility fell to the whole of the Family. The blonde girl was, therefore, pleased to hear that this Esmeralda not only came forward about such a thing but offered an apology for her actions. It was not required, but Salvia was glad for it and smiled thinly. As one of the highest ranking members within Salsola (and perhaps one of the few who truly held Sirius’ trust) she saw herself as mightier than all others.

It seemed peculiar to her still that the girl had missed the barn, but she supposed someone without a horse would not have sought it out. Salsola was yet wide and held many secrets. The green-eyed tiger shifted her weight as she looked over the stranger, noting that she was taller yet still thin. Salvia was a compact, muscular thing who was slight despite her broad shoulders. She reflected her mother’s contaminated coyote-blood in this lean-waist, but muscles from her father’s line gave her incredible strength. After besting two Infernians, she had no fear of combat and this made her a most terrible beast indeed.

Esmeralda admitted she was not born in the pack, and Salvia could have recognized such a thing from her own time there. The scent of musty caves and dank crevices was a hard one to forget, and it lingered. She had caught only the slightest whiff of it, but it was enough. As she listened, she further learned that this girl was somehow related (though not by blood) to Naniko and that the woman had more children now. Perhaps it was a thing older women did, Salvia thought with a frown. Her mother had certainly churned out babies like a brood-mare.

At the mention of the gifts, Salvia smiled toothily. “Oh yes. I’m not really able to decorate, but my parents’ slaves have eyes for it. The home looks much better now.” With any luck, it would be perfect when Pandemic returned. “As for my slave, as long as it is not damaged its purpose is to fight. I intend to give it to my brother as a gift, and a rare find such as that one is not to be tossed aside.” A subtle warning lingered in her tones, suggesting that her value for the woman was high. This was only countered by her inhuman terms; Tlanti had been very blunt when she taught Salvia how to behave towards slaves, and while she considered the woman a female, she would not give her a title beyond her name. That TK had earned.

Esmeralda Acidic · 01-26-2012, 08:01 PM

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OOC: lalalalaal.

Esmeralda watched the blonde woman with wary eyes, she also tried to discern what the woman was thinking by the look on her face. It only half worked, if only because Esmeralda was not all that keen on seeing the emotions on others. She stared at the blonde woman and slowly, her head had cocked to the right, a motion that was not thought of, her simple curiosity had taken over enough for her head to slowly move like that, and if she did not look the way she did, then it might have been creepier than it actually was.

Esmeralda noticed that the girl in front of her did not like to talk too much, which seemed to be a trait of the ones she had met previously, one being Bastion, whom would only say a few things in chopped sentences. Even Daisuke liked to talk more than some of these other Salsolians. Her folded ears perked towards the girl and she shifted her weight on her legs and she listened as the girl spoke then, Esmeralda not failing to notice the toothy smile that the woman took on her face beforehand. Esmeralda nodded her head and returned the smile with one of her own. "I am glad you enjoy them. I enjoyed them myself at one point in time. They brought a sense of peace to me at night. I was glad to give them to someone who would like them cuz, you know, I would have hated to get rid of them since i don't have any place to put them. They probably would have just been buried and forgotten about, which is such a shame." the twisted woman spoke, obviously shedding light on the fact that she did not believe in burying the dead, for they had more useful purposes, especially if it is a fallen victim of your torturous ways.

When the girl had replied about the slave issue, Esmeralda's crowned head dipped deeply. "I understand. I would not want to give a broken gift to my brother either, you know, unless he knew how to fix it or something." spoke the merled woman. She definitely would not want to give a broken gift to Jackson, because he deserved better, but a broken gift that he could fix easily enough would be better than nothing at all. "I thank you greatly for your forgiveness." it almost sickened her to say something so sweet. She wore a cloak of sincerity though, not wanting her inner disgust with herself to show on her face. Esmeralda then cocked her head slowly, again. "If you'd like, I can send my slave to you for some work since I used yours. I would have just called to mine originally when I ran into uhhh..Phantom but Snake was out running an errand for me that involved him having to go out of Salsola for a little while." spoke the wolfdog and she nodded her head and rubbed her furry chin.

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Salvia Eternity · 02-08-2012, 02:24 PM

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While Salvia was not a woman that felt the need to hide her emotions, she subconsciously kept herself distant and cold. It was a natural behavior, brought on by her instinctive need to dominate. By behaving in such a manner she distanced herself from these supposed lesser beings and thus rose above them. Regardless of her beauty or bloodline, Salvia did not see any value in this Esmeralda because she did not prove herself. Fancy talk was a trivial thing, like her mother’s magic—such skills fell short with her, so in tuned with the razor-truth of life as she was.

So she watched but did not truly look at the creature before her. Skinny, thin—too dog-like to be considered a wolf. That fluffy pelt hardly looked warm enough to last winter. She dismissed the idea of bones providing anything more than simple eye-candy. Even she did not find true beauty in them, but admired the natural behavior of bones. Studying them in this way allowed her insight to the animals she hunted. Just as Esmeralda half-observed did Salvia half-listen; she had no concern when it came to the methods or means of burial. It was not an issue she dwelt on. Any animals she did not bring back she left for the wild to dispose of.

The name the dog used for her slave was unfamiliar and Salvia narrowed her eyes at it. “Its name is TaeKyung,” she replied, her guttural pronunciation of the name thick. It came out as TA-KY-ON-G, though the g was a sharper noise as her German tongue preferred. “I do not think it serves to change a slave’s name; they respond to their own well enough,” she added, though did not dwell on her own difference of breaking a wild animal. Used to horse behavior, she had simply adapted this to wolves. “I will keep your offer in mind; if it can work, I will need hands here soon to help expand this building.” Salvia did not gesture to the barn, believing that the dog would understand her intent.

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