loose lips sink ships [ICHIKANS]

Salvia Eternity · 02-28-2012, 08:27 PM

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(358) PP of Magnolia and TK to get them into the land. I would ask the other participants not to join until after our second round of posting, when the horses will start to make noise and alert the Ichikan's. Salvia is taking the llamas Rory, Pippa, and Calico.

It had started as an innocent enough reconnaissance, but Magnolia’s report had caught the ear of their leaders. Strange animals could prove useful trading, and so it was sent down to her to lead them into the lands. Sirius knew of her skills—Salvia and Salvia alone had entered Inferni untouched, and this was in part due to her acute awareness and hyper-sensitivity to her instincts. With Magnolia leading and TaeKyung following behind her, the three wolves traveled in the single-file of all their ancestors before them. This allowed for the greatest speed and greatest chance of closing the distance without being spotted.

Salvia had positioned herself between the two for a reason. When they reached the land it would be Magnolia’s duty to lead them to these strange animals and TaeKyung’s to protect them. While Salvia outweighed them all in her hulking Secui form, she intended to shift and deal with the animals when they arrived. A length of rope was looped across her neck like a collar, one of the last pieces woven by the slave-woman before her death. This had no meaning to Salvia. Her duty mattered, as did the goals given—get in, get the animals, get out.

They found the barn without incident. Salvia took the time to shift and once two-legged, crouched in the underbrush near her companions. She had discussed the plan with them before; both of the other women would provide as eyes while she dealt with the animals. Coated in the flowery scents that hid Salsola, she had made a point to further mix this with a sheep-pelt. With her scent mingled with that of a prey animal, it would help keep the animals calm.

Salvia slipped towards the building. No one was present, and the long-necked animals were huddled outside, and they did not run as she suspected. One of them, a brown and white animal, even went so far as to stick its neck out. Pleased with their stupidity, Salvia looped a length of rope around the animal. A smaller one, mostly white, neared at this sight. If things went this easily, they would be without issue.

Yi TaeKyung · 02-29-2012, 11:43 AM

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The black fae followed silently behind her master. She wore her natural shape, as it was most well equipped for traveling long distances. Unless the Jindo-wolf practiced her art of war or fought against another, she preferred this natural shape to which she was born. Since she had been given permission to hunt, the slave’s body had filled more—relatively. Lean muscle mass predominated, but she had gained some girth. She was still low enough on body fat that bearing pups would not have been healthy, but she had gained back a healthy amount of fat to better maintain her strength and to build upon it. And the strong, lean sinew was apparent beneath her shorter, denser coat. It was a body made and trained to fight. And that shattered mind could revel only in that. It was almost surprising that the enslaved one remained so compliant to her master—did not the wolf ever crave the freedom that was its birthright? But that broken mind could no longer connect all the thoughts, could not comprehend all social constructs. It knew only to fight, and it new only that Salvia had allowed TaeKyung to fight. And for that broken mind, that was enough for a satisfying existence.

The larger form of her master, having taken on the intermediate shape, loomed before her. The slave held her head low, as was expected. Scents flowed to her maw—she was on alert for any scent of the enemy whose pack they now invaded. The golden septum ring glinted in the dimly. A mild buzz of excitement thrummed within her—it had been many moons since she had seen land beyond Salsola. Salvia had made it clear to her that it was an honor for her, as a slave, to pass beyond the borders of the land. With the added possibility of a battle, the tenebrous female willingly did not stray. And the Korean’s loyalty had gradually been held to Salvia. The haunted female, enslaved as she was, broken as she was, was merely an aggressive dogged leashed, the wild nature of the fight ready to explode once Salvia loosed her grip.

As the small group reached their destination, TaeKyung’s lunar gaze lifted from her master’s feet. The lands were quiet, though not unquieting. She watched in silence, finding no need to speak (and not expected to speak unless spoken to) in the enemy’s territory. And to the obsidian female, all creatures save for Salvia were potential enemies. The Korean girl eyed their target mildly, only slightly curious of the strangely shaped animals neither horse nor sheep nor deer. Her purpose, however, was not to wonder at things, and her mind could grasp it only for brief moments. And so she focused on the land around them. As Salvia prepared the Korean woman shifted to an optime shape. Whether happened upon by the enemy or not, TaeKyung’s orders were to make sure that the ranked Salsolan wolves escaped with the bounty. She was there for protection only.

Magnolia Takekuro · 03-05-2012, 02:04 AM

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sorry for the wait and this shitty post 8(

Magnolia had been flattered when she was ordered to lead both Salvia and her slave back into the hippie territory for another round of searches. However, when the Korean slave joined them, the confidant got nervous. Her only complaint with the thistle kingdom was its use of slaves; she didn’t really understand it. She couldn’t imagine inflicting pain on her avian counterpart, let alone anyone else; Maggie couldn’t figure out why the slaves weren’t treated with the same respect Maggie gave Kimbra except for the fact that Sirius said so. Kimbra and Maggie worked together because of the lack of cruelty between master and companion. Regardless of Maggie's opinion, the trio set off. Maggie chose silence for the most of the trip.

The barn was reached easily enough and Magnolia stood watch as Salvia interacted with the strange beasts. The young confidant stared at her pale rankmate, lost for a moment. They were both beautiful examples of the female physique, and yet they both were highly trained creatures who knew how to kill ruthlessly. They both held confident jade gazes and had strong personalities that craved dominating conversations. And yet… Salvia was the chosen one, lucky enough to be blood. When the tigress wasn’t looking Magnolia kicked a rock into the woods in frustration. Was this jealousy? Magnolia shook her head as if answering her own question and walked back over to Salvia’s side, silently watching the privileged girl work.

Salvia Eternity · 03-05-2012, 08:27 AM

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(421) My idea is that Magnolia's horse would spook and throw her off--TK can try and save her but want to stop any pursuit of Salvia as her primary goal. Sound good? :> Ichikan's may post after Magnolia!

Salvia was oblivious to any perceived notion of her favoritism. She was expected to behave as any other member, and did not beg for favors or demand them as her blood might allow. As a child she had, but Sirius had been fast to stop her (as had Tlanti). Without such discipline instilled in her early Salvia would have grown up to be a monster—she was lucky her family had saved her from such a fate. Refined and terrible, the she-tiger of Salsola had worked to earn her position. It was apparent from the scars on her hands and the arrogance in her eyes; Salvia had the advantage of blood but she intended fully to keep her rank because of that driving demand to rule.

Somewhere behind her the shadow waited, and Magnolia came to her side. Salvia looked to her after she looped the rope around the second animal, and motioned to a third. “We’ll take these,” she explained. The other animals were too far off, wary of these strangers. “I’m going to look at their horses. The faster we can get out of here the better.”

She pulled the gate of the pen open, guiding the two animals out. The third neared, curious, and Salvia quickly bound him to the others. After passing the rope to Magnolia, she slipped off towards the stabled animals.

There were only a few animals within; a white horse that stuck his head out to sniff at them in a friendly manner, and a massive stallion that snorted a warning and backed away from the door. Salvia ignored him and went on, where she found two other animals. Pathetic. These were her choice animals; both were lean and looked sure-footed, which she needed to get down the mountain. They both seemed nervous, but Salvia used soft noises to ease them and used a stolen hackamore and length of rope to gather the pair.

She began to lead them out when the stallion, finally taking notice of her actions, let out a bellowing cry. He could smell she was a stranger and unwilling to allow this to break his small herd. Salvia cursed and hurried out to Magnolia. “Here, get on,” she said, and thrust the reins of one of the horses at her. She took the lead for the llamas, shifting nervously and trying to pull away. Inside the stallion continued to raise an alarm, something Salvia could not ignore. “TaeKyung, do not allow them to follow us. We must get to Salsola.”

Yi TaeKyung · 03-09-2012, 06:29 PM

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So sorry for the wait! Midterms again >n<
WC: 546

The dark fae was alert. Her posture was erected despite her enslaved status. However, this posture was not due to a sudden step out of line or a need to rebel against her master now that they had travelled far from the packlands. Indeed, that shattered mind no longer comprehended such things; much of the humanoid thought processes had been diminished, though not eliminated, from her mental vocabulary, and she was but a creature living simply for the fight and survival. True freedom seemed secondary to such things. So no, it was not sudden rebellion that caused the slave’s posture to grow taller. It was simply the natural reaction of her heightened senses. Erected ears twitched and swiveled at every sound, analyzing it before discarding it, filtering the white noise from the sounds that were significant. Black hackles rose like dangerous thorns poison-tipped with the sanguine blackness of her soul. Sinew quivered beneath her coat, prepared to attack at any moment. Lunar orbs drank in the surroundings as the pierced nose twitched as the air was drawn in. Still, there was nothing, and yet not all was right.

TaeKyung did not move to follow Salvia, nor the lower-ranked Salsolan when she moved to see their goal. The white orbs passed briefly over the animals that Salvia chose, but they did not linger long. While keeping her master and the other Salsolan in her periphery, the muscled woman returned to her current task of assuring that nothing required the attention of her aggression. It was not long before Salvia, masked in herbal scents and softly speaking, deceived the prey-beasts and made her choices. It seemed already that they were ready to depart. The dark female felt confliction within her. She felt the urge to depart quickly before the native pack wolves stumbled upon their intruding. And yet she wished to linger, almost challenging the natives to come, for she thirsted for the fight. The golden ring that pierced her septum was now a forgotten burden, but the burden within her mind had grown great. She did not disobey Salvia, for Salvia had given her the freedom to fight, and now to hunt. Even to be beyond the Salsolan boraders—that was a great privilege. TaeKyung should feel thankful to Salvia.

Obsidian, hornlike auricles swiveled back against the shrill cry of the stallion. A low growl emerged from her throat, but otherwise, the fighter was silent. Her fur bristled and she grew restless. Their cover was blown. The enslaved one moved to Salvia’s side, ignoring the tethered animals and turning those fathomless orbs to the tiger-woman briefly. Then her attention was averted to the environment. There was no one yet, but they would come. She knew they would. A dark sneer tugged at the corners of those dark lips, the black plume waving once behind her in anticipation. At the sound of her name, TaeKyung turned to acknowledge her master. She nodded and bowed. “예. 알겠습니다.” At times such as these, the Jindo-wolf did not bother trying to speak the English language. It was only imperative that she allow the escape of the animals and Salvia to Salsola. The other Salsolan was under her protection as well. But to the slave, her master came first.

Salvia Eternity · 03-10-2012, 03:35 PM

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Since Shae is on vacation, we're going to skip over her. Might be good for some people to chase after Salvia...though you'll have TK to deal with. :>

They were mounted and Salvia had the rope for the llamas grasped in one hand. Her horse snorted in confusion, but the girl knew how to ride and knew a horse would respond to a rider without fear. She kept her emotions controlled even as the stallion continued to make noise, continued to put them in danger. A glance back confirmed that Magnolia was mounted, and TaeKyung was prepared to move. She urged the party on quickly, but did not run for fear of the horses loosing footing in the dark.

Unfortunately, she could not prepare for everything. Something spooked the horse following them—some night beast or bird that Salvia did not see—and it gave a great cry, rearing in panic. Salvia heard Magnolia call out, but she was too far gone. Figures were already encroaching and her orders had been to get in and get out. Panicked, she made a split decision and chose to obey her orders and continue on. The horse was urged forward as its companion rushed on, and Salvia quickened her pace to follow it. The downward slope of the mountain would prove difficult, but they had to reach it quickly.

Sage River Lykoi · 03-12-2012, 09:43 PM

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please lemme know if i get any details wrong and whatnot. @_@ hope this works!

It was the scream that had woken her. Initially, the commotion of the horses had been ignored by the sleeping coyote, but their persistence was unusual. Eventually, the sounds had grown louder and more panicked. Now, she was worried, too. Frowning at the sound, Sage bolted upright, trying to get a peek out of the window to see the barn. It was dark, though, and she couldn't see much from here.

Sage pushed back the furs that were keeping her so nice and cozy, and reluctantly stepped out of bed. Pulling on a cloak, she hurried out of the house, pausing only to glance around for some sort of weapon. The fire poker. Ashes still covered it's darkened tip, and metal scraped against brick as she snatched it up and headed out.

No unusual scents alerted her as she emerged from the ranch house, but even still, she was cautious as she crept quickly over the crisp, dying grass. But when she walked out into the open, where the moonlight gave her just enough light, she knew something was wrong. Turning, she spotted movement in the distance, and as large ears turned in suit, she could hear startled, quickened hoofbeats. Her first instinct was to think that they escaped somehow. No, she thought a heartbeat later, horrified. Up ahead she thought she could see the struggling figure of an unknown Luperci on the ground, but in the darkness she was little more than a pale, wiggling shape.

Sage hadn't prepared for this, and she didn't know what to do. Her first thought was to find her own horse, and when she called for him he came almost instantly, galloping quickly at her hasty, worried tone. The tawny coyote swung onto his back, and in the same motion she was moving forward, following whatever or whoever it was that had intruded. As she rode, her own call echoed again through the valley; a warning, loud and clear. She could almost smell the fear of the horses, which made their trail easier to follow. It wasn't long, though, before she came upon the fallen girl.

She didn't know this woman, that much was clear. But her scent was muddled, and indistinguishable from much else at the moment. Sage pulled up beside her, fire poker in one hand. Lennon's huge frame towered over the pale wolf. The stranger had a purple mohawk, now disheveled from her tumble. What was Sage supposed to do now? Not knowing the size of the rest of the party, or what else they'd taken, the coyote wasn't sure which move to make. Should she chase the group, or stay to question this woman? Well, someone had to do something, and in the moment she had little choice but to conquer this problem first. "Who are you?" she demanded, in a tone that shook more than she'd wanted. She swung down from Lennon's back, pointing the fire poker at the intruder. "How many are with you? Where did they go?" She questioned rapid-fire, her mind moving quickly as her head turned this way and that. She'd thought she could still smell them close by, but she wasn't sure. And she was losing time. She needed help. Again, she barked out an order, this time, coyote-like yips filled the air and bounced off of the trees. Someone should be coming soon, right?

Magnolia Takekuro · 03-17-2012, 10:42 AM

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I’m a derp and forgot to mention Denver in my previous post since I was supposed to PP him. If its alright with everyone, lets just pretend he was with magz the whole time?

The thud of the frozen ground beneath her body knocked the wind out of the woman. She struggled to make a sound as the rest of her pack kept on riding into the darkness, leaving her to be found. No, she thought to herself, trying her hardest to get up and rejoin her group. But they were gone by the time she was half off the cold ground. Magnolia’s eyes widened in fear as the night amplified everything around her. Her body went into panic mode; her whole body was shaking with fear. Why hadn't Denver turned around? Of all the people in this mission, she would have thought he would have been the most faithful to her.

Of course, Magnolia’s cries while falling off the horse brought their arrival to a packmember’s awareness. A mammoth horse came shooting out of the darkness, towering over the woman. But what barked at her was not what the Confidant had expected; a tawny, petite coyote was the one sounding the alarm. Blinking at the other woman’s questions, Magnolia remained quiet. She was still in a daze from the fall and couldn’t really hear the woman’s questions outside of the humming in her ears.

Magnolia knew she couldn’t give the identities of her packmates; she could be killed for that. And she knew that she couldn’t betray Salsola, not like this. “I came alone,” she mumbled, silver hands playing with her dirtied tail. Her scent would not give her pack away, either; she had washed it off long ago before leaving the thistle kingdom.

Neela Garcia · 03-20-2012, 04:24 PM

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X_X So late and fail. Neela is gonna try and jump Salv's horse.

Word Count → 327

Being a lover of the night sky Neela generally kept somewhat odd hours; switching between nocturnal and diurnal sleep patterns seemingly at random. For the last few days she had been of the former, spending most of her nights awake and wandering about the territory, hunting and stargazing in equal measure.

Neela was enjoying the latter of these activities when she was disturbed from her relaxation by an odd scream that echoed through the quiet night. While Neela couldn't place the sound she knew enough that it didn't come from any kind of canine, but still it had her both intrigued and on edge. It was the follow up call, this time clearly of a canine and toned to a warning, that sent the red and white woman scrambling to her feet and dashing off towards her noise, hands ghosting down to brush over the handles of her daggers, hanging reassuringly at her waist.

As she reached the source of the noise the smell of other canines became painfully obvious to Neela, the smell thick with the scent of a pack that shouldn't be within Ichikan grounds. Neela didn't know what was going but between the call and the scents she had enough information to warrant a guess that Ichika was under some sort of raid.

Neela sniffed deeply and chose her path, ignoring the stationary intruder where she smelt the presence of an Ichikan for a fast moving one where the only accompanying scent was that of several animals. Realising that the intruders must be stealing Ichika's cattle Neela growled and sped up, heading diagonally to intercept the intruders.

She eventually pulled ahead of one wolf that was astride a horse. Neela emerged from the trees slightly ahead of her, knives flashing in the moonlight and teeth bared in a snarl. "Stop!" Neela called out as she squared her feet, preparing to leap at te horse, or more specifically its rider, as it passed if necessary.

Yi TaeKyung · 03-20-2012, 07:11 PM

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TK intercepting Neela
WC: 509

TaeKyung’s main focus was upon her master. The lunar orbs followed the lighter woman who rode upon the horse and led the animals away from their prior land of living. Those animals belonged now to Salsola. Salvia was to return with them to Salsola. That much the slave knew. But even stronger than the initial order was her master’s command. She would not let them be followed. Strong and practiced feet moved swiftly upon the earth, each step almost deliberate for the silence. The black female moved like the silent killer that she was, lunar orbs mirroring the emptiness that gradually filled her being with every passing day. The exotic woman of Korea accepted her slavery every day, and every day it was easier to accept. And she followed her master even now when the Salsolan boarders were far away, and she was compelled to protect and kill for Salvia by a simple order. That freedom within her was gone, but the wild feral creature that was the wolf still raged strong within her.

Behind her, something changed. The gait of the horse ridden by the other ranked Salsolan had changed, and the wolf knew that the prey-beast’s burden had changed as well. She wheeled about, a snarl at her jaws that glistened in the night. Her voice was quiet for stealth, but it shuddered dangerously in the darkness. She could see that in the distance, the Salsolan had been attacked and grounded. Hackles rose and adrenalin rushed in her dark blood. But her master did not slow. The obsidian, horn-like auricles swiveled turned back to her master. Salvia quickened the pace and did not slow for the packmate. And so, without a second thought, the tenebrous woman followed suit, turning her back on the fallen one. Effortlessly, the sinew beneath her coat carried her body, matching the quickened pace as she trailed behind the bounty in the shadows.

Suddenly, another enemy appeared, emerging closer to Salvia than TaeKyung herself was. The enemy bellowed a command, and the Korean’s beautiful maw grew terrible with a sneer. Why waste time with words if the only effect was to alert others of position? Salvia would know now that there was someone with which to contend. But as was ordered, TaeKyung would not allow such a thing. Her body grew excited, almost aroused, with blood rushing to her muscles and delight filling her sanguinely belligerent soul. She could have howled into the night, unleashing her wild and primeval frenzy. But her voice was silent. The enemy did not make it apparent that TaeKyung’s presence was noticed, and the enslaved Korean did not make any move to change that. Surprise would be her element, and she would use it well. She was silent as she stole up behind the enemy who brandished an knife and prepared to leap. The Jindo-wolf threw herself into full speed, and without pause she launched her body at the enemy, aiming plummet into the other’s middle and grasp there with hungry claws and tear there with thirsty fangs.

Salvia Eternity · 03-22-2012, 03:11 PM

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Oh derp, I put Denver on the horse. Xx Moving this along; Salvia and the animals will escape in my next post.

Someone was yelling. Salvia wondered if it was Denver, who had somehow managed to stay atop the horse that had thrown Magnolia. Another voice; a lighter one, a coyote’s voice. They had no choice now. She would not risk losing their prizes, would not risk the safety of herself or the remaining member to save the scout. This was an unfortunate consequence, but the blonde girl had made her position to them clear. Family was one thing, but when it came to orders, Salvia would not allow failure.

A dog emerged from the gloom, bristling and wielding knives. Salvia scarcely slowed, willing to lose a stole horse if it meant plowing over the Ichikian. She grinned savagely as a darker shadow rushed by, striking at the dog. Finding TaeKyung had been a wonderful blessing; Salvia sought to aid her only by urging the horse on, bellowing a single command as she rushed past. “Return to me alive!”

The value of the slave was great, and if she managed to escape, it would be doubled. Everything had been explained carefully to the woman that had so fashioned herself into a weapon; fight, delay, kill. Now all Salvia wished was for the familiar, valuable tool to make it back to Salsola. With her dark pelt and terrible skill, the blonde wolf did not doubt she would see her return.

Sage River Lykoi · 03-28-2012, 03:49 PM

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hope this is okay? deeerrrp

Suddenly, there was commotion ahead of her. Startled, she raised her head to look, but through the brush she couldn't see anything. Snarls and growls pierced the air, and she thought she could hear bodies colliding. The coyote winced, turning back to the girl suddenly and grabbing her arm with a creamy hand. Her head flew back to let out more calls to her pack. "Sounds like a lie to me," she accused with a high-pitched growl, hoisting the girl up bodily and jabbing the firepoker into the small of her back. "Get on the horse." Sage wasn't the most assertive of girls, but she was armed and this girl wasn't. She had the whole pack, but this one was alone. She knew it, too, because the younger girl listened. The tawny woman turned, smirking where the pale wolf couldn't see, proud of herself.

The fight grew louder, and the hoofbeats farther away, and faster. Whatever animals they were trying to take may well be taken. They were too far, and Sage wanted to hold this girl. For questioning, for ransom, for something. Surely she was valuable. Dark ambers scanned the girl quickly before vaulting onto Lennon's back. It was hard to tell from her looks where she might rank in their pack, whichever one it might be. The girl was young, but clearly, she was brave, too.

Sage dug her heels into Lennon's sides and took off to find Xy'rin, or Jace, or anyone else. She wasn't sure who had headed off the group ahead, but it didn't sound good, and she would need help. The coyote was ashamedly incapable of fighting, and though she might try, she knew that she would be of less use there. Instead, she would find the others, show them her captive and tell them the story.

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