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Didn't include when he last returned from Freetown, nor did I include if he knows about the beating Salvia recently received >:| Sorry it's a bit crappy; i'm working to get into character with this one again.


Ivory glinted against perfect ebony as the male’s feelings were on open display on his face. But there was no one he could confide into, not even his own blood. Perhaps he was soon to learn not to have expectations. It would greatly lessen the risk for disappointment. Pandemic was young and full of promise, but he had moved in directions that left him unsatisfied for some time now. He didn’t enjoy travelling to and fro Halifax to learn the profession he had taken up, but he would stick with it even though it felt like it gnawed away on his ability to be happy. He had known it would be a rough ride, and the life of an apprentice was not an easy one. There would be a reward in the end, and he would be able to share it with his Family.

Stormy grey eyes squinted upwards into the clouded sky, and the memory of the fear of falling into the skies back when he was a mere pup seemed incredibly silly. He had been a dumb child and he hadn’t magically changed since reaching adulthood. He was nowhere as sharp as his green-eyed litter sibling. However, he didn’t carry any grudge or jealousy as a result of this. He was pleased to know that Salvia was the bright, climbing star of their family.

The morning had turned into noon much too soon, and the D’Angelo started heading for the stables, hands freed from the tools he used when he worked at what one day would become his profession. He wasn’t exactly certain of whom he was hoping to find, but any member of his family would do. Salvia was naturally dearest to him, for she had always been there. Pan wished to love his other siblings similarly, but the truth was that he didn’t have the time to get to know them. Duty stole his time away, and they were almost like strangers when he eventually returned to Salsola again. One day they were small babies that he could hold in his palm, and the next they were almost adults. Training to become a blacksmith was stealing his life away.


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(400) It likely wouldn't show, and I would guess it's been like...a month or so? That would make sense imo. Assuming he would hear her. Slight PP of her grabbing his arm. And omigaaaawd he gets TK like asap whaaaat. :>


There was no visible sign, save for a singular small scar above her left eye that suggested she had suffered any wound. It was not displayed in her actions, nor in the way she behaved around others. Only Salvia, and the man who called himself King, understood what she had suffered. It had been a terrible lesson, but one needed. No one could cross the Boss, not even his right hand. She was so presumptuous as to think of herself as this—Arbiter was close to where she aimed, and oh did she see the path clearly.

Her hair had grown out during the winter, and fell well to the midlength of her back. It was pulled up now with leather, hanging only half its true length. Chunks of it hung near her face—they had been pushed behind her ears but fallen forward during a rather rambunctious bit of training. Nacht was finally large enough for her to ride. Hardly as big as she suspected he would grow, the yearling could support her weight. This pleased her greatly, just as the acquisition of Tiger pleased her. With two stallions as her personal possessions, she gained further status.

The black horse was under her legs, traveling easily back to the barn. Work as a colt had made him an ideal trail horse, though her expectations were much higher. Siv’s lessons with the sling had proven useful; from horseback she could strike an animal, kill it, and hardly slow. The leather length was looped around one arm, and a small pouch of smoothed river-rocks hung from one hip. Salvia wore nothing beyond the singular useful belt, seeing no need for such flare as some (such as her mother) did.

She was nearing the barn when a familiar scent drifted towards her. It was an exciting one, and her eyes blazed at the thought of seeing him again. Pandemic’s trips were often long and unhappy times for her, so to see him again was enthralling. With a squeeze of her legs she urged the horse into a trot, and as soon as his broad shoulders and tall shape were spotted she slid from the bare back of her mount and closed the distance between them. One hand remained tightly gripped on the reins, but her other hand grabbed his forearm strongly. “Back again?” She purred, and pushed her muzzle towards his own.

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Had she approached on foot, his sister could have remained undetected if it was her wish. The trotting pace of the herbivore was noted several moments before he could turn to eye up the dark horse and his fierce rider. Whiskers brushed back along his flawlessly black muzzle as instantaneous currents of raw joy formed the grimace into a grin; appreciating and adoring. What a glorious sight the two siblings would make atop each their impressive steed once the young horse of hers was fully grown. Although Pan had never managed to warm up to the Boss in a similar manner to the way his sister had, he truly adored the gift he had received from Salsola’s leader when he had become a man. Black was a vicious and spirited creature, but the stallion was a wonderfully sculpted horse, and sturdy enough to carry his ebony owner’s weight.

He smiled at her words, silent for just a moment as he brushed his dark muzzle against her pale. The blackness of his tail swayed behind his form, and the remaining free arm reached to place a great palm over the lighter hand that had grabbed his forearm. Overcast hues had quickly turned into liquid silver, and the storm had passed for now. All he had needed was someone to remind him of the reason why he had chosen such a rocky path. However much he loathed separation, it made the return sweeter. Back in Salsola, there would always be someone waiting for him. This wasn’t all for nothing.

”Evidently,” the male purred back, dark voice rumbling with his affection. She had changed—always did when he was away—and it made his gaze dart over to Nacht instead. ”Your Nacht has grown strong and beautiful,” he complimented, freeing his clutched arm from her grasp with a light tug and moved to give the young mount’s neck some friendly pats. Black pupils returned to his sibling’s face, shortly, and he gave her a crooked smile.


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this is a bad post, I am sorry Sad


Her brother had taken the coat of their parents, an inky dark thing that was close to the horse she held at bay. Their sisters (save Wretch) had all shared this darker shade, while Salvia alone lingered with some flawed, strange gene that brought forth the colors of her mother’s father in all aspects of her being. Salvia would always see herself separate from them—Pandemic alone was thought of without disdain, but she still loved him as she loved no other.

A set of eyes a truer green than those of her mother trailed back to the horse, and then returned to her brother. They were full of pride, certain of her success with this beast and with the others that now were her responsibility. “He has much room to grow,” she admitted, and knew it would be another full year before this was true. “I intend to continue his training this year, before I focus on the others. We have three new foals; your Black has produced strong children.” She motioned for him to follow, and began to head towards the barn on foot. Once more, her eyes fell onto his larger form. “You may wish to find a larger horse,” she commented idly. “You look almost as large as our father now.” To this, she smiled toothily. Her brother was quite a sight, and she was thrilled to see him become what he was.

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Shut your face. Melposts are always delicious.


A court nod was given, unconsciously, as she was certain that her maturing steed had yet to reach its full potential. It was true, he knew, though his knowledge of horses was slim and he didn’t quite know when the herbivore would be fully grown. An ink-shaded ear twisted at the mentioning of new foals, and his crooked grin widened for a moment, as he caught himself feeling proud on behalf of the stallion that once had been the Alpha’s, but that today was his property. Black was a formidable horse, visually and genetically, though it was no longer wise to take long treks with the horse, as the black D’Angelo had gained an impressive weight of size and muscle.

His sister thought the same, evidently, as they walked together back to the barn. The tall optime rolled his shoulders, nodding again. ”Perhaps I shall look for one when I return to Freetown,” Being told he resembled their father was treated as a compliment, of course. Speed was lost in his build, but his strength already unmatched the common man, and Pandemic was well aware of this. Spending the majority of his life in the trade town had thrown him into many a scene, and he knew first-hand what these two fists of his could accomplish if he gathered his strength behind them. His arrogance was processing nicely because of this.

A sideway glance was given in her direction, and his lips curled slightly, revealing a prominent, sharp canine. ”You’re no pup yourself,” he rumbled, wondering if their age was about to ruin something that had always seemed pure and beautiful to him. He had been unaware of many things, but living without his pack in a city of strangers had forced him to take crude steps to grow up. Innocence was now merely a memory. He had seen corruption and wickedness in man, and erotic beauty in trained courtesans. Life was full of spice. Here, he enjoyed the illusion of peace and stability. But he worried about Saliva. They weren't children anymore.


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Only once had Salvia seen Freetown for what it was, and she had found the hustle and bustle of the place exciting if tiresome. She belonged here—in this wild kingdom of the North where the only law was that of tooth and claw. They believed in honor, in self control, in secrets. This was what made them stronger than the rest of these so-called wolves, who had turned self domesticated or even gone back to the weak and useless forms of their past. To deny a clear evolutionary step was foolish to her. The cold hand of science was one that Salvia wielded, and it fell at odds with her fire-driven, savage nature.

Green eyes flashed at the mention of her size, thinking suddenly of the way Sirius had looked at her. It was a terrible thought to believe she might have become a woman and unintentionally broken some unspoken vow. It was something she saw in her body, in the swell of her chest and curve of her hips. With TK’s assistance, she was able to keep her hair longer than it had been—though the sling held it up right now and hid this fact.

The Arbiter smiled in a way that did not meet her eyes. “No, no longer. Sirius has seen fit to name me Arbiter—I now serve alongside father. The care of the livestock has become mine as well.” She was obviously proud of this, though her vision now sought the higher titles once held by a cousin shamed by deceit. There was a tactical way in her speaking, using these near-formal tones. The barn loomed ahead, half-hidden in the trees. She was proud of its expansion, and looked to Pandemic expectantly for his approval.

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His muzzle rose, spontaneously, at the news of his sister’s rank. He deserved to feel jealous, but had to be careful of what he focused on. It was unfair, that his sister was allowed to stay here while he had been shipped off like something undesired and set to pursue a career he had never wanted for himself.

She was proud; he could see this, and the silvery hues were softened with his contentment in seeing that at least his sister was doing well here in Salsola. The D’Angelo family had good standing here, and it was good. He would just have to avoid pondering why his situation had to be different. He was still ranked merely as Family, and was likely to remain so for quite a while longer as long as he couldn’t remain here permanently, he supposed.

”You’re sure getting somewhere in the world,” he added, dry tongue sticky against the wall of his mouth. But he was proud of her. She deserved it. Salsola wasn’t simply a home. He wished it to be his world as well, but he was afraid that he would wake up one day and realize that it wasn’t.

The man squinted at the building as it was unveiled by their approach. It hadn’t been there before. Dark lips twisted only slightly at this sight. ”This is new?” he simply stated, gesturing at the expansion of the barn. He wasn’t one to take note of changes, unless it was large and easy to spot, like this.


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could wrap this up soon and have new thread where he gets TK?


There had, even if she did not understand it, been a secondary purpose in sending her brother away. Without his physical presence, Salvia had been utterly warped into the whims of her uncle-King. Sirius commanded her now as no other could, and even her devotion to her brother was not what it had once been. She loved him, but she would perhaps defend another before coming to his aid. It suited her rank, of course—she belonged to the Thistle King as all of his subjects did.

She shot him a sharp look at the tone; was it jealousy, she heard? Green eyes narrowed slightly, pupils shrinking, but the moment was lost as suddenly as he motioned to the barn. Her expression shifted instantly, as if the hint of darkness was all but gone. “Yes,” she explained. “We have many horses now, and breeding has proven worthwhile.” Her steps carried her forward, Nacht moving at the even pace of his heritage. Oh how she longed to use him as a true mount; he would make fighting from horseback a reality for her.

“Come, I will show you the foals. Then we should go home; the place no longer smells like you,” she added, and cast a wistful glance in his direction.

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