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Tlantli Kimaris · 03-28-2012, 02:23 PM

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This is part III of the Ichika-Salsola conflict. Salvador Sadira is being exchanged for Magnolia in this thread. I am being SUPER vague about Tlantli's followers, just in case.

Setting: Halifax, along the water
Date: 18 March
Participants: Salsola (Eris, Odessa, Lana) and Ichika no Ho-en (X'yrin, Jace, Saluce).
Post Order: None -- post when you can! Note, as the conversations in this thread take place primarily between the leadership of InH and SL, we'll be moving pretty quickly to get things done and over with.

Tlantli is by Alaine!

Tlantli knew why she had been chosen for this mission. She was a strong fighter and she was capable of protecting those of Salsola who accompanied her -- but she was also chosen because she was expendable. The yellow-furred woman was no great loss to Eris Eternity and Sirius Revlis -- this was made abundantly clear in the manner delivery they'd used for her orders. Molcaxitl, the slave woman of Eris, had come to Tlantli with the child Eris had been keeping and instructions. This was no way to deliver instructions to one trusted with such a duty of Salsola, and in a fit of anger, Tlantli had nearly refused. Her cooler nature prevailed, however, and the tawny woman soon found herself resigned to her duties.

Now, the yellow-furred woman sat the brown horse, Misty. She would have preferred Trader, but she'd roped the gelding behind her mount instead, saving the easiest horse for Magnolia. The buckskin horse and this brown one worked well together, she noticed -- it was likely a consequence of their long time together in Salsola. Both the gray and white horses within the stables were bigger, harder horses, and Tlantli had no interest in wrestling with them. She hadn't the extensive experience required to ride such a horse as Blanche or her grizzled companion, Róta.

The creaking of Halifax's old wood, old metal, old concrete, old everything was apparent to her ears, first and foremost. The city did not sound like the forest. Though she could hear scurrying and movement here and there, the scrabble of creatures' claws on concrete and asphalt sounded far different from the rustling of leaves in a forest. Even the water sounded different here, washing endlessly against the old piers and rock pilings humans made in attempt to tame the ocean.

Her horse snorted and pawed at the earth before her, and Tlantli made a shushing sound, patting the horse on the shoulder. This area smelled approximately right -- the old scents of Sirius and other wolves she did not recognized lingered here. The yellow-furred woman tossed a look back toward her companions, and swung her horse around. The child was old enough to understand what was going on, but he was wonderfully complacent. Tlantli thought Odessa might have something to with that -- perhaps the silver-tinged woman had given him something to calm him, at Eris's command? If that was the case, such knowledge had not been imparted to Tlantli.

The flaxen coyote dismounted from her horse and passed the reins to one of her companions, taking up the child in her arms instead. She set him down on the ground beside her and told him to sit down. Standing there, she felt much a fool -- she was a simple creature, bound to the Colotl ranks, after all. Necessity dictated she perform her duty -- she was not yet ready to depart from Salsola. She needed more time. Scowling, the coyote peered down at the wolfish little child, cocking her head at him.

Odessa D'Angelo · 03-28-2012, 02:37 PM

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Odessa followed closely behind Tlantli on Keshi as they moved through Halifax. A worried, yet soft, frown was a place holder on her face. While she doubted this scenario would play out, it would be easy for the mountain pack to launch an attack from the shoddy buildings that covered the city. Pumpkin eyes scoured the grey concrete for any signs of movement, any signs of an attack. But it was merely a precaution, simply her being too worried. The medic had offered instantly to go along on the exchange, but she scarcely had time to consider the idea before she'd gone and blurted it out anyway. Part of her wished she'd kept her trap shut, but part of her felt proud of the service she was doing.

The child the mountaineer's wanted back may have seemed a petty price for that of an adult. But Odessa saw more, after all Magnolia would be less easy to shape. And generally children were easy to raise in a propaganda as Odessa had been. While she'd moved quite early on in her life, she still held her beliefs. Orange eyes scanned the child, complacent and as cool as a cucumber. Merely because of the calming drugs Odessa had slipped him on Eris' request. The healer wondered whether he'd be jumping around like a frog without them.

X'yrin Exultare · 04-03-2012, 08:14 AM

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ooc: Totally being vague. I just know that Matt wanted Mag to be escorted tethered to Charlemagne.

Over and done. That was all, that was what she strove for; to take this terrible event and make it nothing more than a memory and recapture some semblance of normality again. Given the circumstances, it was unlikely any form of norm would be attained without some further test of both the pack resilience and her patience. But for that goal she would try and take the steps toward that desired goal; let this all fall by the wayside so that her attention was better spent patching the wounds dealt to the pack by these degenerate’s invasion.

Her steps were not quick but indeed purposeful as she led the march to the devil’s door once again. Behind her trailed the small band followed by the captive tethered to the formidable beast on loan by her mate. In truth she was a stranger to the treatment of the captives having never been given the opportunity to test her will against them, but she had heard tales from the Nomads, both new and seasoned members alike. Some were tortured, beaten within an inch of their lives for circumstances that, at the time, her young mind could not understand. It had both intrigued and frightened her. Yet with one of her own, she could not lift a paw nor harbored a desire to do so, despite the wrongs committed by this female’s pack upon the request of their leader. Somberly she glanced back at the Salsolan briefly before returning her attention to the path ahead. No… harming her would have given no advantage, but she could not deny her instinct in that taking out her frustrations would have been satisfying.

The party came to a halt by her lead; a swift sweep of her tail and a sharp incline of her head as the stench of the enslaved match that of the vile aroma caught on the wind, and in front were the conductors of this exchange. Comfortably, the golden she-wolf seated herself.

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Saluce Tremblay · 04-03-2012, 12:48 PM

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Saluce was back in shape, the shoulder injury had healed and he was able to come out and play as one would say. He was no fool when it came to prisoner exchanges, and so far the Salsola pack hadn’t seen his armored visage. Charlemagne tethered the prisoner behind him, shackled in a show of shame. It was about the only thing X’y had allowed him to do. As he rode the massive beast his armor caught the sun as the approached, dressed in full battle regalia. Saluce kept the pace brisk, hoping to irritate and make their soon to be freed captive uncomfortable.

This whole ordeal had been one of restraint; he had not been able to rush to the aid of the stables when the alarm had been raised due to injuries. He also had to leave X’y to the meeting with the fabled leader of this pack, but now he was making sure they understood what risk they posed if they decided to once again trespass. The armored mountain watched X’y out in front of him, one hand holding his massive two handed Hammer and the other holding onto the reigns of his horse. Saluce didn’t trust the pack to hold onto its end of the deal as far as he trusted their captive, in other words he didn’t trust the pack at all. He wondered if Conor’s killer still resided within the pack, he had had a chance once to take his life already, and at some point he hoped to catch the demon spawn out again.

X’y abruptly stopped in front of him, he remained seated on the horse as his blues looked out across the short gap between them. There was no need to dismount for him, he would remain seated a top the horse, while letting others work out the details of the exchange.

Tlantli Kimaris · 04-06-2012, 08:54 AM

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(603) First three paragraphs = skip, prolly

Tlantli is by Alaine!

The yellow-furred woman crossed her arms and listened, her attention diverted from the child quickly enough. He was sedate and comfortable, as he'd been the entirety of his stay in Salsola. Why this creature had received such good treatment as to suckle be breast of The Auxiliary herself, Tlantli did not know -- but no amount of pleasure, profit, or success in the world could make her envy him that disgrace. Eris had already poisoned his mind, no doubt. He knew her as mother, and he knew Salsola as home -- how long would he remain voluntarily with Ichika? Would he, too, become a prisoner?

Tlantli looked back toward Odessa with a sharp red eye, glad the dark woman had been chosen for this venture along with Tlantli. She would keep her seat and retain some hope of escape if things went agley; the Family member did not have this luxury. She was on the ground and at the mercy of these foreigners. Fear was too strong a word -- the woman did not truly believe harm would come to her, and she believed it more fervently when she saw the party of Ichikans arriving. Magnolia seemed uninjured -- a pack keen to commit betrayal would not have returned a captive uninjured.

Insofar as the tawny woman knew, however, Salsola was also meant to be righteous and upstanding in this exchange: she had been given no instruction to withhold Salvador. On the contrary, she'd been commanded -- so much as a slave can command, in any case -- to release the child first, and wait for Magnolia. This show of trust might put them in good standing; it might also result in the loss of their bargaining chip and Magnolia. Tlantli thought it a foolish gamble, but she would do as she was bid. What did she care, after all, for the lives of those who would be soon behind her? Whatever folly the Colotl engaged in and used her as pawn, she would appease them, for the moment.

Her red eyes flickered from one Ichikan to the next, and she took the one to seat herself as the leader of this group. Tlantli did not engage in the formality of sitting; she'd been commanded to exchange, but politeness had not been a part of the order. In any case, she needn't be impolite for the slight to be perceived: neither Eris nor Sirius attended this exchange themselves, insult enough, as Tlantli saw it. When neither the woman nor the burly man spoke, the woman squared her shoulders and sighed a tiny sigh before speaking.

I was ordered to bring child to you. I have, she said, indicating the child. When he did not move, her scowl deepened. Get up, she snapped at him. Go with your pack. The child looked up at her with uncomprehending eyes for a moment, and Tlantli lifted her lip in exasperation. Your birth pack, she said, pointing at the strangers. Them, she said. It is where you belong. Her accented voice was crisp and sharp with disapproval, and the child moved, his ears drooping as he padded toward the strangers apprehensively, looking from one to the other with a cringe.

Now, the woman said, looking up as soon as the child had crossed the invisible boundary Tlantli defined as "their space." Magnolia? she said, looking to the gray woman behind the big horse. Like it was agreed. No trouble, the woman added, stepping back with both palms extended, a smile on her face that could only be described as "smarmy" with her sharpened teeth and unblinking crimson eyes.

X'yrin Exultare · 04-19-2012, 07:41 AM

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ooc: D: Short and Crappy

The situation was far from eased yet she maintained a calm about her as she watched the scoundrels of the thistle wood prepare for their part of the exchange. She knew whom to expect, but not what the child looked like. The truth still sounded unbelievable to her ears, yet as she beheld the little pup, nervous and uncertain, she felt less concerned about his origins and more worried for what crimes may have been committed on the child during his imprisonment.

Instinct bid that she run to him, beat him in the middle and steal him away to safety, but duty and a sense of responsibility held her firmly in place til she was acknowledged by the handler. The Salsolan in their position was unbound by her captive. The large hands of her mate unbinding the slacking tether for her to walk her own way to her brethren. The Nomad shared her no glance as her eye was fixed upon the small babe. Her breath still caught as the captives passed.

And as the dark form bobbed steadily closer, the she-wolf rose from her composed stature and gently clasped her jaws around the scruff of the child’s neck. She could not yet fawn… she could not yet inspect him. But in due time, in safety and seclusion and would spare the time. But for this moment, she wished to be rid of these circumstances and leave this horrid ordeal behind her as a memory.

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Tlantli Kimaris · 04-23-2012, 06:44 AM

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(--) Aaaand BAM! WILL THIS BE MY LAST TLA POST EVER? Maybe. ;_;

The pale yellow hybrid watched as the big man untied Magnolia. Her face, hard and impervious as stone, betrayed nothing of her feelings regarding this occurrence. It had not been her decision to raid the foreigner pack, nor had it been her decision to exchange these captives. She was but a pawn of her leaders, moved across the board at will. She knew it, too, and it was faintly infuriating -- but she needed this damned Salsola, as much as she did not wish to admit it. Until she could depart south for her birthright, she needed them.

Carnelian eyes watched as the tawny wolf at the forefront leaned forward to pick up the puppy in her teeth, using the typical four-legged carrying technique. For her part, Tlantli did not embrace or so much as reach out as her companion crossed the line between them. She waited only until the silvery woman was clearly within their possession before she turned back to her horse, climbing atop the spotted brown mare. The rope had already been untied, and Trader was ready the reclaimed Salsolian to ride. Tlantli wheeled her horse without a word, though her red eyes watched over a shoulder as the contingent of Salsolians retreated.

Tlantli is by Kitty!

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