he went forth conquering, and to conquer
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(309) This is a mandatory thread. Please post by July 5th or risk removal.


Even when she was a child, Salvia had been driven by an instinctive drive to dominate. She was, by birth, made to rule. She was, by design, capable of such a thing. Brutal and fiercely in tune with the laws and behaviors of this place, Salsola was in many ways a true extension of the world she knew. It was her only world, and one that would learn to fear her. Eris already did. Now the others would do well to follow in stride.

Sirius had not been as surprised as she had expected, and after a long night of talk, it became apparent that things would not be as they had been before. They were too alike, silver-tongued beasts who were at their hearts savage creatures. His domination of her was well established. This alone allowed her to settle comfortably into the role below him, knowing that no one—not her elders, not even her mother—could demand of her now. She was not even two years old and now, by the strength of will and body, she had come to the height of power. Salsola had been muddled by her mother’s lax idea of love, of somehow considering these people her children. Salvia believed no such thing.

She stood in the Ruins, her hair pulled away from her face. A leather belt, tooled by the witch, hung at her hips. A singular sheepskin pouch rested on one side, flanked by the tiger’s head dagger her uncle had gifted her. At her throat an arrowhead flashed, high above the deep scar on her breast. The dead man had nearly taken her life, but she no longer feared death. She feared nothing, now.

Aware that Sirius was close, still inside of his home, she lifted her head and let out a demanding wolf’s cry for the whole of Salsola.


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It had worked, and both Odessa and Imhotep were beyond happy. Their own little family. Novak had seemed pleased when the news came, not quite excited but pleased that his master's were pleased also. The medic had occupied herself n the clinic that day, sorting out all the little jobs she needed to sort out before it was beyond her ability, which obviously wouldn't be too long away. She, of course, had heard about the change before hand, though only whispers. And the medic was pleased for her cousin, who was still something akin to a sibling she never had, perhaps the closest out of all of Eris' children. Draugr was another one, but she was of no blood tie. Lifting herself from the chair, Odessa collected her things and placed them into her satchel.


She arrived at the ruins swiftly, among the first to arrive. 'Salvia!' she beamed, everything seemingly having a rose tinted glow about it all of a sudden, a result of her good news maybe. 'How have you been?' It had been a while since she'd seen her cousin after all. Looking at her fierce eyed cousin, she realised the she'd finally found her calling, finally gotten her deserved place. And in a few months Odessa would find hers with the arrival of new D'Angelo's.


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I'm not sure exactly what TK's relationship is supposed to be like to Salvia right now, so I'll leave it ambiguous... ^w^;;
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In the past moon, the slave had done much contemplation and practice with her martial art. The attacks upon the pack Salsola by the group, or pack-- the Korean did not fully understand the politics of it all-- Boreas had given her much to think about. She had suffered no major injury. Although, as Salvia's slave, she had failed to fully protect her master. The Slave of the Flame contemplated upon that briefly whenever the sight or scent of her master was brought to her silent maw. Repeatedly, the duty of the slave had been made clear to her-- had she failed in some way? The Korean sensed that things were changing, that her master regarded her differently. But privileges had not been revoked. The shattered mind could not comprehend the complexity of such social hierarchy, and she was left to depend upon the more direct changes upon her freedoms and privileges. In the meantime, she had continued her duties and training, and she had nursed bruises and microfractures of her bones. Certain martial techniques that the white-eyed fae had performed had also been felt most severely within her joints. The instincts within the fighter felt that there was slight error in her technique, and so, while Salvia had been healing, the slave TaeKyung had worked to correct the flow of her attacks in order to increase efficiency and power, and to promote a longer fighting potential. The tenebrous wolf would never stop fighting. It was her doom-- her purpose and her enslavement.


Black, horn-like auricles swiveled, held high above the enslaved one's shattered crania. The voice upon the wind.... Briefly the flaw of her service flickered to the surface, but it was gone, unable to be held steady for long. The movements of the sinewy body grew still, the heat within her body as great as the heat of summertime. Abruptly, the Korean woman turned from her practices, responding to that voice now like clockwork. The Taekwondo fighter, as feirce and dangerous as she was, had been chained by Salvia to Salsola. And thus she responded without a second thought. As her feet carried her swiftly, the Jindo-wolf shifted to her natural shape. Upon the sanguine jaws, the golden ring glinted dully, the epitome of her slavery long forgotten by the shattered mind.


The Slave of the Flame arrived, preceded only by another ranked wolf. She entered silently, the obsidian fur almost blacker in the summertime light. As tenebrous as the shade that haunted her dreams, the Jindo-wolf strode to Salvia's side, stopping an almost tentative distant away. And while the slave postured appropriately-- dark ears swiveled back, head and tail lowered in perpetual submission to the ranked ones-- there was nothing tentative about the belligerent fae. Briefly, the white, fathomless orbs peered up at caller, passing dangerously over the green gaze. Upon the Korean's face was nothing, a stark nothingness that seemed all at once to be wreathed by the black shadows of her wild and malicious soul. Then, suddenly, the Korean's gaze lowered. She simply stood, unmoving, away from the wolves of Salsola. Salsola was her home-- it should have been. But the slave could never call Salsola 'home.'

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She's hovering around xD she nervous hehe

The call came and Isabella knew she had to attend. It was not a voice she was terribly familiar with but it had all the authority of the leadership. That did not bode well, especially considering her little problem with Eris. If someone else was making the call, then what had happened to Eris? Sirius had not called either, so it was clearly not his show this time around. Isabella was not feeling putting on her better silks, so she simply straightened her cushions. They needed a cleaning, but the woman had no time to worry about it now. This meeting had to be important if someone other than Sirius or Eris was calling it. What had happened? What was going on to warrant a different person calling it?


Her green skirt swished around her ankles as she moved through the ruins to the source of the call. Only three were present, and Isabella found herself only knowing one of them. The other two she know from Last Suppers. Odessa was speaking to the woman Isabella knew had called the meeting. Salvia, wasn't it? Isabella stood silently by, watching the two ranking females talk. The slave was obedient and silent in the back, her posture proper. Sighing, the woman crossed her arms across her chest. The absence of the two leaders she knew made her worry. Had something happened?


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hurdurrr, pping maggie is a-okay with shae <3



The Confidant had been thrown out of the loop by his mate's pregnancy, unaware of any changes in his pack. But his children were born now, and he still had duties to Salsola, to Sirius. Denver had never been tremendously close to any of his leaders-- or pack-mates for that matter, save Maggie--, but nonetheless he'd felt as if Sirius and Eris worker well together. Larkspur's death had been a shock to the pale wolfdog, a tragedy to them all, and a great loss. He did not ever mourn as Eris did, though, and his heart was not cut nearly as deep.


Still, it was strange to him that it was not Eris or Sirius who called, but Salvia. His eyes narrowed at that, curious. Wonder what's goin' on, he thought aloud, exchanging a look with Magnolia before helping her gather the children. He carried Houston, boy with floppy ears and silvery-brown fur that curled and kinked even more than his own. The boy's eyes were bright blue like his though, and the white blaze on his chest and tail told more of his heritage. Magnolia carried the girls; the pale Florence with her dark ears, and the mohawked Memphis, just like her mother.


Denver's mind was preoccupied enough keeping the boy still as they walked that he had little time to ponder the meaning of this meeting. When the family arrived, though, it was clear that something was very different. Salvia stood alone-- where was Sirius? Where was Eris? She alone had called, but he had thought surely that the others would be there with her. What gave Eris' daughter the right to assemble them all like this? Something has changed, he knew, and he felt his stomach sink as he huddled close to Maggie, clutching his boy tight.


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Selfish child that she was, Ataxia had avoided her increasingly depressed mother and spent her time in Tlanti's old residence, which was now her home. Perhaps if she realized the depths her mother had fallen, she might have tried to stop her; she did still hold some attachment to her mother - but maybe she wouldn't have. It was too late to know now. What had been done had been done.

The D'Angelo child was completely unaware of what had occurred between her sister and her mother, and was busy taking care of her snake when the call came. He was wrapped around her arm, basking in the glow of the sun. Ataxia thought it was safe enough to let him enjoy some time outside, since the colder months had faded into spring and spring into summer. He recognized her well-enough that she was confident that he wouldn't try escaping, and she fed him often enough that he needed little other than heat. He really had no reason to escape, anyway, other than pure animal curiosity.

She hesitated, wondering if she should take the rattlesnake inside before answering the call. Something told her the creature hadn't wanted to move, however, and she padded to the ruins and where the meeting was called. There was a hint of alarm in her expression when she realized that neither Sirius nor Eris were present for this meeting. The young hybrid worried that one or both of them had been attacked, then dismissed those thoughts as impossible. Momoztli wouldn't let them die, now that they had defeated a great menace to the coyote race.

Her worries defeated, the girl cast a glance at those gathered here, before settling curiously on her pale sister. Some explanation had to be provided, and perhaps her mother and the Boss would arrive soon in any case.

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Word Count :: 000Sorry dead muse


Imhotep would fallow Odessa anywhere. He had become slightly over protective since the dame had become pregnant. She was his mate and now the other of his children. though at times he still felt very odd he was so old compared to her. He was in honesty he watched his petite wife as she was more family then he.

He said nothing to Odessa's cousin he felt he had no right. He wondered what was going on my this was called though deep down he kinda had a feeling it was big news. Looking to odessa he placed his hand on her hip pulling her closer to his side. No one here would hurt her or so he thought. He just felt as though he needed to protect her a little more. She was carrying cargo that ment a lot to them and all of Salsola. Looking to Salvia he bowed slightly he'd have to figure her out only meeting her once he knew little of her.


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OOC here.

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He had been trying to keep busy lately, for he couldn't do much because of his arm that was still in a sling. He had been stuck in his Optime form because of it, and it made things very awkward for the male at times. Sure, he knew how to live in his Optime form, and to be able to hunt and do regular things, but at the same time it was weird to him because he was also so used to living and being in his Secui form. It was better off that he did live in his Optime form though, because if he spent too much time in his secui form, the higher ups in Salsola might think that he was too weak-minded and therefore, slave material. Reykr was too headstrong to be a slave, for he would act out and either be punished or killed because of his sharp tongue and even sharper claws. To keep himself busy, he had been getting attention from Alessandra Von Sin. The woman had been kind to him, and him to her, so he had been hanging around her more and more. She helped him with his arm, and he helped her with whatever he could in return, and the more time he spent with the woman, the more he liked her. She really wasn't as bad as people tended to think she was. Nor was she as scary.


Reykr's large dog-like ears flew up when there was a call to the family. It was not the Boss, nor the Auxiliary that accepted him into the pack, but someone else, and he wondered what was going on. His hackles stood up from the mere thought that their leadership had been usurped. He didn't want that, because that meant that he would have to prove himself all over again. He ran a hand through his growing hair and he sighed lightly before getting up from his spot and taking to Val's back. Val carried his master diligently and quickly to the meeting place that they had been called to. Sooner or later he would come upon the group of wolves, dogs, canids, and Val would stop further away than normal, if only because Val was very suspicious of the canids that he did not know. Reykr did not mind, and he dismounted his steed before he approached the group of canines and he looked at the one who called them, and then around to all of the others. He didn't see Siv, Draugr, or Alessandra. Not even Eris, or Sirius. Where was everyone?


What happened to The Boss? The Auxiliary? Why are you calling us to you, if you don't mind me asking, m'lady. Reykr asked to the golden woman who had called them all here.


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less is by nat.

The woman was walking on cloud nine, so to speak. She had found friendship within two people in this large pack, Ataxia and Reykr. The dark woman hadn't seen Ataxia around much, but she had been too pre-occupied to look for her. Reykr had been visiting her everyday, for medical reasons and to just spend some time with her. She enjoyed when he came around, and she made sure she had time within her day to accompany him on whatever tryst he wished to perform that day. Some days his arm ached to much to go far, and on those days she would heat up some water and place warm cloths on his sore and torn muscles. As the days stretched on his arm began to heal more and more and it made her smile to know that she had a part in making somebody that she liked feel better.


The days that his arm was well enough they went for walks and sometimes he helped her gather different herbs and such, lots of the time she forgot the task at hand because she was entranced in the way he spoke and the stories he told her of the Hearg Njorth and the different aspects of the fertility gods him and his family worshiped. Other then the religion and his old home she hadn't learned a lot about his past, but she wasn't that concerned about it. Her own maw hadn't been loosened about hers, and she kept her father a blurred out aspect from him. Alessandra finally had awoken after a restful sleep and she tackled the beginning of her day like she always did, brushing her hair and fur and making sure she looked presentable before walking out. A strange call rang out through the lands, one of authority that she could not ignore.


She pulled inky cloak onto her shoulders and strapped a dagger to the inside of her thigh and a few throwing knives inside her cloak pockets. Her fathers skull was attached to the utility belt she always wore and she exited her den, flipping out her stark white hair as she left. The call was near and she could smell the many scents of canines gathering as she neared the meeting place. The ebony woman walked into the fray and searched with icy blue eyes until they landed on the familiar hybrid form she was so accustomed to seeing. Silently she walked up beside Reykr and reached with her hand out of the folds of her cloak to touch him lightly on his good side to announcer her presence without saying anything.


Her eyes focused on the extremely dominant fawn colored woman at the front of the crowd and she knew from the body structure that this was also Eris's child. Why was she calling the meeting? Where was the two pack leaders?


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(--) Eris ain't coming. :|



Draugr is by me!

The call shivered through the air and Draugr stirred inside her ruins. Dyrne snorted her displeasure at the sound, safely stalled on the other side of the wall. The wolfdog blinked awake slowly and stretched, yawning widely. She thought she'd dreamed the howl, when the horse made another sound -- clear displeasure at this disruption. Draugr stirred and moved more quickly, sitting up. She didn't take the time to light any of the few candles nestled into the stair alcoves, but she did pull on her pale skirt, cinching it around her waist. She ran her fingers through her hair frantically, trying to smooth it down. It steadfastly refused her command, and she needed to go. Sliding out of the door, she paused only a moment to offer a withered apple to Dyrne. The horse took it eagerly and chomped away, placated by her master's peace offering.

She saw others moving toward the ruins -- one ruin in particular, it seemed. The drab wolfdog slid in amongst the company of her packmates, glancing about warily. She searched for her mother, but she did not see her as of yet. Nor was it the expected caller -- she hadn't been awake enough to identify the voice, and now she saw Salvia standing there. Ears pressed against her head and she shrank. These matters did not concern peons such as herself, and she knew she would do well to avoid any added attention from the Salsolians around her. Licking her dark muzzle anxiously, the Associate waited for the news to be shared. Surely it was something important -- this was no supper.

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Welcome, Mel, our new leader! If you haven't checked out our new ranks and rank information, please do so now. I'll be making a post to explain some of the changes later this week<3 >> Word Count: 3+



Sirius by Nat


There was no burden, nor weight, within his heart. The events that Salvia had detailed to him were, in hindsight, unsurprising - He could surely not have expected less of her, the creature he had crafted from thistle and cunning. Eris and Larkspur had unknowingly given her to him, as a girl; He had known, the first time he had lain eyes on her, and her withering gaze had lifted. Salvia belonged to him, was almost as much his blood as the two sons Clover had born to him. She was his sword in the darkness, and as with most swords, her blade was double-edged. Eris had been weak, and had faltered beneath its bite where he had not. It was within the nature of the Tigress to test her chains, and once she had challenged him. Only death had awaited her beyond those walls, and Sirius knew her loyalty to him was now as strong as her father's had been; Stronger, for hers was not diluted with devotion to any gods. He was her god. And now, she was to know what such a thing meant.


He remained in his chamber, eyes lingering on the two small shapes huddled within the nest of furs. The eldest darkling would be his heir, and the weight of the kingdom would rest upon him one day, as this day it rested on Sirius. The younger was a fair creature, possessing his mother's handsomeness; To him would fall a life of luxury and decadence, a life of living within the shadow of his older kin. Such was the way of these things.


Salvia's call did not stir the king from his brooding, for although it was authoritative, it held no control over the likes of him. Acidic eyes glinted, vapid and cruel within the half-light of the throne room. And yet he waited, and brooded, and thought. Eris was loved by these people; She had secured the loyalty of many of them. Sirius did not fear their betrayal, for treason was not a thing accepted within his land, and this the people surely knew. But Salvia had never before had the power to command them so, and she did not, yet; Not truly. Her actions would determine if such a thing was to be.


He rose slowly, narrowed pupils still lingering on the two sleeping pups. They were so small, so fragile; Salvia had been such a creature, once. Black lips twitched mirthlessly. The tall man turned, his frame sharp and elegant, and strode to the doorway and out into the mild air beyond. A small gathering awaited; Those who had come to Salvia's call. He could scent the anxiety within the air, hidden fears and suspicions that glittered in the eyes of those present - Perhaps the sight of him would quell some of their worries. But he would voice no soothing words, no information for this sudden calling; Instead, his eyes moved to Salvia, and lingered pointedly upon her. His gaze was heavy, powerful, seeking to imbue her with these same things. In the next few moments, she would reveal to the pack her leadership, and they would either follow her or rise against her. He would offer her no aid with his voice, his silver tongue - But it was clear that the King, the Boss, had already made his decision. Eris was no longer strong enough to bear the responsibilities, to reap the rewards of being royalty. It was time for the reign of Salvia to begin.





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Clover had risen early that morning to leave behind both slumbering puppies and King to seek out Daisy and chase the rising sun along the horizon. It had been quite some time since the woman had dared to climb upon the mare’s back, for she had not wanted to risk anything with her pregnancy of the Boss’ heirs. Now that the two sons had been born without any complication, Clover knew that it was time for her to rekindle her relationship with the mare. There was no doubt in her mind that Daisy had grown somewhat stir-crazy within the barns and had longed for the early morning rides the duo used to depart on long before the pregnancy had even occurred.

Her timing was impeccable in respect to the young woman’s call, having just arrived in the Ruins after leaving behind her precious mare in the stables. The Lykoi woman, however, first made her way to Sirius’ own chambers where she found her two sons still sleeping ever so peacefully. The scent of her love was strong, so it was apparent he had only just left himself. Leaning to gently place a kiss on each of her sons heads, Clover made for the door so that she might follow after the King and see what this summoning call was all about. It wasn’t more than a moment or two before Clover was joining the rest of Salsola that had gathered before Salvia, though her gaze clearly traveled to the brooding man whom stood silent amongst the rest of the Family.



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(393) ilu guys. Will reply as Salvia soon, giving everyone a few more days to get replies in. :>


Once, she had been considered something of a seer. This was a lie, of course, as all magic is fashioned from lies and all illusions are simply tricks. Siv was no stranger to these ideas; she was a ruthless, calculating woman who sought the dark corners of the world and took them by the throat. Her arsenal had been tested once, on her cousin, and awarded her a daughter who was her mother’s pride and joy. Again, she had tested her sand against Eris and come ahead, earning her way into a pack based on a lie and a gift caught by her fool-kin. Thrice she dared, and used her tricks and her cunning to snare, capture, and manipulate a man who mentally was her equal. It was only doubt that had allowed this—doubt that he had miscalculated and doubt that magic was perhaps, as he feared, true.

All of these things were proof to her that whatever gods she served held her grace, even if they gave her no true magic. She called upon them often—Odin, Thor, the Hearg Trio, and even Loki—for they were real now, that blood had spilled for them, and real because she would make them real. No longer was she alone, either. Whispers of this new foundation of the north, of those who spoke her tongue and knew her gods, those had reached her dark ears. Soon she would seek them, but not yet. Not while the very foundations of her home were twisting and changing.

She came without hurry to the cry of the Tigress, her steps heavy against the warm earth. Something had changed. It did not take scrying or magic to tell her that. When she arrived there was the Family assembled, the lovers showing the signs of their matrimony all over Odessa’s growing belly, the gypsy woman that was Sirius’ exotic plaything, the dog and his wolfish bride with their children, Eris’ darling daughters, her fool cousin and the woman he now bedded, the King and his maid (for she was not a queen to them, and never would be), and her perfect, darling daughter. Siv circled to her side and touched her gently with one hand, but said nothing. She hovered protectively near the girl, attention drifting from one to another as she waited for the girl to speak.

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Bringing in Pandemic and China with Itachi, as it would make sense for both npcs to be there. :3


Due to their then whereabouts when Erisdaughter’s cry had sought to unite the inhabitants of the thistle kingdom, Itachi and his beloved turned out to be some of the last canines to arrive at the scene where the young, dominating wolfess waited together with the rest, King included. Unlike several other pairs of uncertain eyes, his remained undisturbed as always. He knew where he stood in the pack, and didn’t truly wish for more for himself. Love was a real, tangible thing now, and he thought it nearly ridiculous how his silvery woman kept his heart elevated. In a way, his solid core was softening up. He learned so much about life just being with China. His silvery sun remained uncertain when she participated in social events, so his pale blonde fingers found her blushing ones, and held on tight.

A dark giant of a man appeared next to the couple. A scarlet eye glanced to the silver hues of Pandemic, and was awarded with a court nod. It seemed, lately, that they had found a friend in each other. They were as different as day and night, but both were creatures of few words and could co-exist peacefully. The Lykoi didn’t have the clear facts yet, but he thought perhaps he had an idea of what was to be announced. No one had told him anything in particular, but he knew that Salvia’s advancement in the pack always had been steep and dedicated, and Pandemic only praised the woman whenever a topic touched her.


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Sorry for the delay Magz came with Denver etc etc etc

As soon as her tired ears caught the sound of Salvia howling for the pack to come together, Maggie knew there was trouble brewing. She had never particularly liked Salvia; their interactions had never been too pleasant and Maggie thought she was a bit of a brat. Today was no different; she couldn’t really see why the other Confidant felt it necessary to call the pack together. It looked like Denver planned on going, so she was going to make the trek with him, even if she didn’t want to. Memphis and Florence squirmed about on the journey to the meeting. Lately Maggie had been choosing to bring her children everywhere over her bird or horse; today was no different. She didn’t have enough hands for her other companions.

The family arrived to a lone Salvia. Did she bring them together for news of some kind? Maggie gave her mate a nervous look, she didn’t like this. Eris was nowhere to be found, which made her even more wary. Salvia was a beast, and Maggie wondered if she had done something to her dark-haired auxiliary. The Confidant kept quiet, choosing to give her rival a silent nod of hello, instead of any formal greeting. Florence yowled beneath her, desiring nothing more than to run around and meet the new figures around her. She was still way too young for this meeting, especially if the whole pack was going to come. The children would be overwhelmed.




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Sorry for lateness U: Jus' been hobblin' all over the place lately ;u;


She had grown weary as of late. Those predominantly blinded eyes held something solemn, a subtle sadness. The King's slave had her own young to care for, now, though it pained her heart that she could not see the trio clearly, only making out the outlines and blurs of her offspring. It had been by Clover's generosity that the Boss had allowed her to keep these young ones, though she dared not to keep them within his chambers, fearing his wrath.

To put it honestly, the maiden was nothing short of paranoid. She had dug out a modest little den for her young, spending as much time as she could between chores with the trio. At the moment, her two boys were slumbering lazily, practically intertwined with one another, the eldest and the runt, though her daughter wouldn't have any of it. The pale grey pup wriggled and whined, and when the howl rang out, piercing that stale air, she only increased her protests. Wander's hark fell back as she bundled up her two boys and scooped up her daughter, knowing better now than to ignore the call of a superior.

Hush, little Peregrine, she mused softly to her wriggling daughter as she sought out the source of the howl, spying Sirius along the way. In a way, the dame did linger closer to him, fearful of other Salsolans, though at the same time kept her distance. There was nothing more than a lack of knowledge, one that she assumed wouldn't concern her much other than alter perhaps her chain of chores, and blind, mossy sights turned upon that pale blob. This wasn't the mourning, soot-hued woman she had seen milling around, no. But now, this sandy mistress seemed to hold near everyone in the palm of her hand, commanding attention. Hark twitched as she spotted the familiar smudge that was Clover, and she inched her way closer to the kind woman, posture still submissive.

Do you know what's going on, m'lady? the mottled maiden asked in a hushed tone, hesitant to raise her voice any. A trepidation stirred in her gut and she turned her maw back towards the King and the stranger.

Kek... came her fearful, soft verbal tick, harks falling aft into that waving hair.

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(474)Assuming all NPCs are here, and Foxglove as Meghan's laptop is all broken and junk. <3


Ultimately, Salvia could not rely on others. She had come to recognize this. Her mother had betrayed her and her father, in his death, abandoned her. There was no loyalty amongst her kin, none in these strangers who had come to her home after it grew powerful. Even Sirius was a man she could not trust fully, though her loyalty to him was apparent and uncompromising. Of all those who came to her call, only two shadows were given the benefit of such thin, uneasy trust. Her eyes lingered on her prized slave, her handsome brother, and briefly met with those of her King. A noise rose from behind her as Axi, cautiously and slowly, muttered in Spanish. Her mother would not be coming. So be it.

A man spoke and his words were met with a sharp, dangerous glare. She forced a mask of indifference onto her face, but her interested tiger’s gaze was one of pent of aggression. For now, though, she forced herself to be still. She ignored him and ignored Odessa’s question and lifted her head. They were all here, waiting, and only the faintest sense of self-consciousness stirred in her. Salvia did not fear these people; she would make them bow to her one way or another.

“Salsola,” she greeted formally, her voice strong and firm. “As of today, Eris no longer leads as Auxiliary. The weight of my father’s death sits heavy upon her shoulders. Long has she stood as mother to this place, and she will remain as our Crone. I ask you not burden her further with questions, and allow her to mourn until the time proper.” It was easy, she realized suddenly, to speak like this. The words were old ones, fashioned, and hardly felt like they suited her. Her eyes trailed to Sirius, wondering if he had been responsible for such a thing, and knew it was the truth. After so long, she had begun to mimic him.

“I have assumed her role. From this day forth you are to follow me as you have followed her in the past. I was born of Salsola, and I have bled for Salsola—I know most of you, and you will know me,” her voice sharpened, but only just. It was a warning, and one she intended to make plain.

A faint and strangely angelic smile cut across her face, though it hardly matched her fierce eyes. “My Lord,” she called to Sirius, and held out one hand in an open gesture. He had shown her the old warrior’s handshake, and she intended to use it now to prove her claim. “Would you speak to us of your news?” The ranks, his children—all of these things were Sirius’ realm. She had only to assert herself before allowing their true ruler to make his voice heard.

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3 points — Laptop is all fixed now, thank you! <3


Foxglove frowned slightly, adjusting the saddle on Valeria again. It was strange to imagine riding with a saddle, and particularly strange to know it had come from an enemy, but she had to admit that the saddle and accompanying bags might make things much easier for travel. Of course, it was not as if she actually went anywhere. It was very rare for her to travel far from Salsola. Though she found it strange and frightening at times, it was safer for her than the tribe or unknown lands. She would have felt safe in the Miracles kingdom as well, perhaps if only for a short time, but it was too close to the tribe. She simply stayed within the borders here. It was much easier that way, it seemed.

Still, the saddle did not seem to fit right, but perhaps she was just too irritated with it now. The champagne mare softly bumped her nose into the gypsy hybrid's shoulder, which Foxglove took to mean that she was getting annoyed, as well, so she removed the saddle from the mare and decided to try adjusting it again later. Just as she settled it on the edge of the stall, she heard the call, demanding of their presence. Or perhaps not demanding... It was a commanding tone. Foxglove gathered her skirts in one hand, exiting the stables with a whispered good bye to her horse.

She arrived along with everyone else, though she expected their eyes mostly moved right over her. She knew very few in the pack, and few knew of her, from what she knew. It was with a mild interest that she listened to the news; the removal of one leader and replacement of another was nothing strange, and the explanation was nothing short of reasonable.

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Breaking post order, please feel free to post at will. This thread will be closing in 5 days, so if you want to have another post, please make sure you get it in by then <3 >> Word Count: 3+



Sirius by Nat


More came to answer the call that had demanded their presence - The whole pack, it seemed, sensing the urgency in the air, the heavy weight of responsibility and change that filled them with unbridled worry. Although they were beasts renown for their ability to adapt, change was never a welcome thing, and the King saw and accepted their uneasiness as a result of it.


Questions began to fill the air, a muttering of curious and hazed voices that disturbed the respectful silence. Salvia ignored them, her piercing gaze meeting once with his, before sweeping back out over the amassed crowd. Black lips twitched up in a glimmer of approval. They would not phase the tigress. He sensed, rather than saw, the presence of Clover behind him - Hers was a scent that the King was well attuned to. So too came the gentle tones of his slave, speaking again out of turn; But while the golden-haired maiden was around, he would not punish her for such a thing.


She spoke, and her voice flowed smooth and strong, breaching silence and muttering till it was all that was. He heard it within her - the hiss of the snake, the gentle drips of venom that would seep into their waiting ears - and his eyes shone fiercely with pride. Again her pupils met with his, and although there was a doubt that lingered within her, Sirius knew now that she was truly capable; Knew that she would embrace the gifts that had been given unto her. He nodded, just slightly, just barely, narrow pupils glittering in their rim of acidic pea-green. Her voice, stronger now, continued; Staking its claim over this land, these people. She would be his Cicerone, his General, and Salsola would flourish for it.


She called to him, and this time he answered, large ears held erect and dominant as he stepped forth to clasp her hand tightly within his own. His gaze glittered at her a moment, showing his pleasure, his pride. You have done well, my Tigress. None had challenged her. The change was now secure.


He turned to face the milling crowd, the upturned maws, the curious and suspicious eyes, and with the ease of practice he allowed his stillness and silence to still and quiet them, too. Sirius was well aware of his power, and wore his crown well. His hands rose, palms facing the people, lingering a moment in a posture of calm power and authority. Then, black lips peeled back, and a familiar, sharp smile was offered to them all. "My people," Came the thick tenor voice, oozing out across them, humming with his poison, "Salsola has been blessed, this past moon. We have known victory, and our land has proven bountiful with this mild weather," His eyes drifted over the familiars in the crowd, speaking to each of them personally, sincerely. This was his power, the power of manipulation. "The Kingdom knows the presence of many new lives, for it has been a fertile month, and there are more expected," Black lips twitched up at Magnolia, and at the rounded form of Odessa, "But we must also celebrate the arrival of two, born of my blood - As many of you may have heard, Salsola know has two princes. My sons," His face glowed with the joy of such a thing, true, primal joy, and his eyes lingered momentarily on Clover, bathing her in his happiness.


He waited a moment more, before continuing, "I have been inspired by this cycle of rebirth. With Salvia at my side, we will continue to lead you into prosperity, and we offer you now the chance at new ranks, new glory. Seek them as you will. This is all the news I have to give - We shall Supper again soon, in the fire-circle, so I request that the hunters amongst you begin to gather your prey." He would call them to another Last Supper some time in the next weeks, that their business may be discussed more fully. This was a time of celebration, and they need only embrace the change.


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Word Count → 597 :: It looks like Rey is going to eat the word count. Muwhahahahaha

All I want's for all the world to go away
Cause lately, things have been crazy
'Who's gonna save me from myself?

His questioning was not replied to with a warm look, rather it was a dangerous glare that he didn't quite understand. He was only curious, and sure, he might have spoken out against one of his new leaders, but who could blame him? He wanted to know what was going on, so he asked. Apparently, that did not make the golden woman happy, and so he was staring straight into a furnace of acidic orbs. His sweet corn eyes were torn away from her when his arm was touched by the woman who he had made friends with. She helped him, and she had been there for him when no one else had been, and not only that, but the two had taken down a bear together, so it was not strange for the woman to come up to him. They spent more time together than Reykr had spent even with his cousin since he had been here. Speaking of whom, Reykr's eyes drifted from Alessandra (but not without giving her a charming smile and a hand on her shoulder) to Draugr Helsi. His daughter. He'd yet to tell Alessandra that he had a child with his cousin, nor was he about to spill that can of beans. Reykr probably never would spill those beans. Just as his cousin never bothered to let him know of his daughter. His eyes went to the others as they started to filter in, and among them were the Boss. Reykr pulled his ears back and lowered his head as the Boss walked past them and towards Salvia and her pedestal. His eyes searched the crowd once more and then there was the she-hulk of a woman that was his former lover, and his cousin. The one who controlled him in a sense. The one who always made him come back to her. He looked straight at the woman, even though they were not of same rank, but they were of the same family, so Reykr expected that she would not do anything, much less even notice that he was looking at her so hard.


Soon the speaking began. Eris stepped down, and Salvia was stepping up to take her place. Then she let the Boss speak. Reykr listened to the words of the Boss, with the news of his new sons, and of the other pregnant women, in the pack. He also spoke news of new ranks, victory of the war, as well as how there was to be a Supper soon, and that the hunters should start to prepare their catches. Reykr, grew slightly excited about his first Supper because he really did like to hunt. Hell, he was in the Hundr caste of the hearg he came from, and he was one of the best, and the youngest, so he was more than excited to provide food for his pack. A feast really.


The male turned his head to Alessandra and he smiled lightly. His voice was low, and his muzzle pointed towards her ear and he spoke: I'm excited for my first Supper. I'm gonna go hunting this weekend. Want to help me? His eyes dropped to look at the woman and her icy blue eyes of hers, for she was much shorter than he, and he had to look slightly down to match her gaze. I bet we'd be able to get something good for the Supper. spoke the man, the same charming smile showing up on his face as he looked to the girl with the skull 'tattoo'.

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