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Location: The Ruins, SL

Date: 08 August (backdated)

Weather: Semi-cloudly.

Time: Afternoon
Optime
Nacht
Trader + Blanche


(317) You can either play as if your character has already arrived or is going to. :3 IDK if you guys want to play this out (ie; them passing other packs, etc) or just assume it--we cannot thread outside of 'Souls territory but it could be fun to play them traveling. Let me know either way!


Salvia was (amongst other things) meticulous. She had spent days checking and double checking all the things that Sirius and she had decided to go south. It was, after some debate, that she decided to take her father’s covered wagon and both horses. This meant that two horses were needed to drive it, and so she had hitched up Blanche and Trader. Her requested driver was her brother, as she certainly felt better prepared to lead the party atop Nacht. With their large number, she was hopeful the trip would be without incident.

The cart was loaded well, and muted squeaks came from the rabbits within. This was not her primary concern. A short length of rope was attached to the back of the cart, and this to the halter of the llama she had brought from Ichika. She disliked the thing and was glad to be rid of it—it only served to remind her of the failure. More important to Salvia was the large group of sheep, of which she had given TaeKyung very specific instructions about keeping in line. No bloodied animals could be allowed to market, and she certainly did not need to echo her desire for their product to be unblemished twice.

Though it was late August, she had a cloak the no-color of rain or dust covering her from shoulder to calf. It hid her weapons, her tools, and her strong fighter’s body. Her hair was pulled away from her face, and her too-intelligent eyes were, once again, going over the items sorted and stacked and carefully packed in the cart. The bleating sheep were lingering close together, due in no small part to their guardian. It would be easier, she thought grimly, when they returned. Livestock was much harder to watch than a person, and between herself, Siv, and her slave, they would certainly have no trouble with their acquisitions.

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Pan is already there, waiting for take off and being a creep

THE MOON IS FULL AGAIN

The midnight man hadn’t packed anything of his to bring to Freetown for possible trade. He didn’t own much in the first place, having moved back and forth between Freetown and Salsola. He had made his first selfish choice in life though, and the remaining equipment and items he had not brought home with him from Freetown when he had come back would be gathered up and sold. And that would be the end of his blacksmith career, short as it was. Shame remained a prominent feeling within his insides, but he felt elevated and right. A slave with better skills seemed to have been found anyway, so they wouldn’t need his mediocrity.

He had been only happy to oblige when his sibling and superior had requested him to drive the wagon. It would be either that or possibly walk. Black was large and strong, but… no longer suited to carry the D’Angelo’s immerse weight. It was beyond time to acquire a new horse. Perhaps it would be possible to purchase one if traded off all his belongings, but a horse that could handle his size and weight would have to be of the right breed and quality. It was likely to become too expensive. He supposed he’d have to stick with wagon duty for quite some time. So much time and effort had been lost in his time as a blacksmith apprentice. Too much time and effort…

He sat immovable as his dearest sister went over the items again and again to ensure that everything was packed and ready. Although they no longer had the close relationship they had when they were mere puppies, there was a connection that made her remain larger than life in his eyes. Whether the feeling was mutual did not concern him at all. He would be home for good now, and would not allow himself to drift further apart from his family. Silvery eyes followed the cloaked woman without shame, though he’d be quick to lower his eyes if she was to throw a sharp glare in his direction. In the eye of the public, she was the Queen of Thorns.


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Imhotep Aabt
So you think you've got friends in high places

Word Count :: 000 Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet.

Imhotep hated leaving his mate and young son. they were his world but for their well being he was going with Salvia. He wanted to bring back things for Salsola and trade some of his and odessa's goods for things for their young son. Plus he was hoping to see if there were goods from his home land. He had himself been brought through that port he figured since he had come from england. She stood up strait as he finished loading the saddle bag onto Isis. He did not want to for a second time walk across this land on his feet.

he pulled himself upon his horse and smiled as he took off to meet with the others. The sand colored man tried to focus but it tore at him how upset Odessa had been. But he had to he had to tie his bonds tighter to the land of Salsola he had to. He urged the delicate Arabian mare on ward towards where all would be meeting. He could see the wagon and Salvia and her dark brother. He didn't know this man at all other then passing. He dipped his head in respect for both. I'm ready Salvia to serve you on this trip.

He said bowing to her a bit deeper.


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I apologize for the wait… I suuuuck
WC: 521


Training had been cut short for that day. TaeKyung had known that training as usual would not be possible that day. She had therefore condensed her routine, focusing only upon perfecting the basic techniques. Her body moved effortlessly, her movements natural and her body well versed. These techniques were used against invisible enemies, performed as if a deadly dance. There was order and purpose to her movements. And perhaps the enemy, to the haunted Korean, was not invisible but perceptible in the early morning shadows. The shadows moved, and she responded. His Shade attacked her. But a shade was but a shade, and His clawed attacks could not truly harm her fleshed body. Nevertheless, she responded as if such a thing were possible, as if the shattered mind could truly feel the pain and burn of the Crow Wolf’s shade. Even with her great skill, she had grown much since her capture and enslavement. The battles and invasions had taught her many lessons, and the Fighter was compelled every day and every moment to improve. Surely, the Slave of the Flame would now be worth her Master. The belligerent slave, her shattered mind focused upon a single track, was compelled for that single thing.


With the heat rising from her dense, tenebrous fur, the slave had gone to her master’s side. A trip was being prepared for, and the black slave was pleased that she had been permitted to accompany her master. Silently, the Korean woman carried the caged hares to the cart and helped to secure the strange, long-necked prey beasts. While the Jindo-Wolf hybrid hoped always for violence and for a kill to grace her wicked maw, the primary purpose of her presence was revealed to her. She was to keep the prey-animal sheep from straying—she was a shepherd. There was a disgust that moved through the fighter’s heart, but she was silent and compliant, responding to her master with a deep bow. The sinewy humanesque form was relinquished then as she took her natural shape. The sinew shifted beneath her pelt as her body rearranged itself. White, fathomless orbs watched the group of prey that was now her ward, a fierce intensity within those orbs. In the natural form, she would be better able fulfill her orders.


The black slave moved gracefully, her head held low and her eyes upon the prey sheep. The feral hunger within her made her heart beat more rapidly, but she stilled her hungering jaws. As if sensing the danger that lurked within the black-furred fae, the sheep baaed, nervous. The white orbs kept the sheep in line, the intensity of her gaze keeping the sheep grouped together. Their wide eyes glinted in the light, the whites showing as a mild fear moved among them. Like a black shadow she bound the animals, intent on fullfiling Salvia’s orders. The slave acknowledged only her master with an occasional glance, ignoring the large black brother, with whom she was quite familiar, and the other ranked Salsolan. The Slave held only that strange respect for her Master. The shattered mind cared not for anything else.

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She's arrived - I also say that we don't HAVE TO rp them going there but it could be fun heh (i just might be slower as classes are starting monday) - also i'm sorry for the delay but i simply didn't see this earlier o__o

Isabella volunteered with a gusto, yet grace, when she had learned of the trip to Freetown. Siv was giong, and it was doubtless a slave could be procured there and she intended to help her find her one for herself. And she knew that her oils could be in demand there, and perhaps there might even be oils and seeds from the warm southern places where snow did not fall and the sun shone almost daily. It was something to imagine, being somewhere so far south that it did not snow nor did it get cold. But the plants! Ah, the plants that must grow in such a place when warmth is always there. Fragrant blooms, fruits, and trees were sure to provide for some delightful oils, which she would be happy to provide the pack with. Her project had not yet taken root, as the location still needed to be hollowed and built, but it was underway.


Despite her concerns over leaving her home unattended for however many days it would take them on this trip, Isabella took her oils - lavender and swamp rose with a few rosemary viles, eager to find something like sandalwood or citrus. Anything musky or sweet that she had not yet had in great quantities. Granted, the rarer smells would go in her private stock but it was not just for Salsola that this trip was being made, though a great deal was going to be acquired for it.


The saddlebags on her mare were filled with her precious oils and packets of dried petals; these were too course or too small to be of any use in an oil press. They were still softly scented so she hoped she could get something of small value for it, even just a bit. Everything was careful packed and stowed, and she made sure that nothing would break with wads of old linens tucked between delicate vials and jars. It all was quiet when she approached the small group gathering, ready to leave. There was a wagon but she preferred to keep her stock with her at all times, especially since she was riding her own mare south. Ducky snorted cautiously at the sight of so many people but remained still and careful with her load. A pat on the horse's neck, and Isabella waited for the word to set off.

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I'm down for playing them traveling until we get out of approved territory! :o


Strict instructions had been given to both Draugr and the slave, who had (unsurprisingly) been furious at his predicament. Siv was a careful woman, though, and played her cards right. With the girl she had leverage, and Gale was wise enough not to risk his daughter. That did, however, mean she was now taking the girl with her to Freetown. It was the only way to ensure that neither the big man nor the child found each other and stole off into the night. Besides, it would further allow her to scare the girl into submission—who wouldn’t quake when confronted by other slaves and traders of a much fiercer sort?

So her goods had been packed and hoisted onto Hildr, who was eager to move. This was not much, but her work was of high quality and she hoped it might bring something of value in. Another animal, perhaps, or exotic hides. She would look for Salvia, no doubt, and try and impress the new Cicerone with her generosity. It had worked with Eris, and while Salvia was hardly her mother, she was still culturally similar to those who valued goods.

The girl, who was still very much a child, was remarkably nervous around her. Siv had eased her as best she could but otherwise been stern, seeking to force her impression on the child young. Trell, she called her, and sought to educate the golden child that she was meant and made to serve. Both were on horseback, with one of Siv’s hands wrapped firmly around the girl’s waist. Given her inability to shift the puppy looked frightened and awkward before the tall woman.

They arrived last, and Siv dismounted quickly. Yvette was held in her arms and, thankfully, deathly silent. “I apologize for the wait,” she said to Salvia, and dipped her head in greeting. The blonde woman appraised the child icily, but before she could speak, Siv went on. “This is the girl I mentioned to you before; I will be responsible for her, though I ask that she ride in the cart. She will not,” her voice turned harsh, and the puppy trembled in her arms. “Touch anything.”

Salvia flicked one ear dismissively and the dark woman took this as approval. She hoisted the girl up near Pandemic and spoke to her quietly. “You are to listen and not cause trouble. If you try and jump from here they will catch you,” and certainly, the menacing form of TaeKyung and the massive Pandemic were more than enough to frighten the girl. She whimpered and slunk into the back of the cart, curling up on a pile of hides. Siv allowed this with a short nod of the head—they were her tans, after all.

She returned to Hildr and remounted, then fell next to Isabella but between her and the cart, keeping her eyes and ears pricked for the small child that was, for this trip, to be her responsibility. Siv would not allow anything to happen to her, but needed to enforce the fear none the less.

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(317)wheee!


They were not a very large party, but Salvia had little desire to travel en mass to Freetown. Between them they would have enough—she was entirely confident in those who had come. The two men were both strong and silent, which meant obedience, and Salvia’s previous poor estimations of both Siv and Isabella had been lost. Both had unique talents that made them worthy, but more than that, they were smart women. Smart enough for her to consider them clever, something she respected with a wary eye.

There was another member to their party, the scared girl that Siv was taking as part of her slave-training process. Salvia didn’t care. She saw little value in it but respected the witch-woman’s ways enough to give her a loose leash. Another final glance was passed to each member of this party, and satisfied, she opened her mouth. “We will travel until dark. There are some provisions for us, but I would suggest keeping an eye out for any easy meals we might see. Also watch for poachers—there’s a large number of us, so I don’t think they would attack, but desperate men are foolish. Try not to kill them outright,” she added, smiling cruelly. “We might turn a profit for them.”

She shifted atop Nacht, who snorted and pawed at the ground. “We are all responsible for one another; I do not want anything happening to compromise this trip.” Her eyes trailed towards her brother, recalling how (under another man’s watch) they had lost one slave and crippled another. She did not speak of it, however, and turned her horse north. With a flick of the wrist she signaled for the group to follow and began leading them towards the border. The blonde wolf rode easily, with her head high and body loose. This was a test, of course, but she felt little apprehension about the matter.

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THE MOON IS FULL AGAIN

The party started to move, and he whipped at the reins lazily as silvery eyes focused on the path ahead. He wasn’t happy about the passenger that had been added to the wagon, but it was not his say. As long as the kid didn’t turn into too much of an annoyance, he would remain placid. Patience did not extend as he aged, and it seemed – these days, especially – he was developing a short temper lately. As events had made their marks in his recent life, he would have thought the opposite. Perhaps it was the constant confusion that fuelled the darkness that occasionally sought to rise within him. He didn’t seem to know what he craved anymore.

It was easy for platinum eyes to settle on the timber painted wolf riding ahead on her black steed. If it hadn’t been for his size, he would have ridden beside her on Black. It was a shame the pristine stallion was not fit for a rider his size. Salmon tongue licked black lips before he uttered a soundless sight, flattening equally black ears at the wagon’s wooden moan as it climbed over rock and uneven ground. If patience couldn’t be acquired, it would have to be faked. He could do that. Eris would be here when he returned, this time for good.


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I apologize >n< I hope I haven’t slowed progress for this thread! In the future you can skip over me if I take too long, but I will respond as much as I can; this is my priority thread since it’s a themed thread…OnO
WC: 389


The black fae observed only briefly the other Salsolans that arrived. Her exotic features seemed unphased, showing nothing, not even recognition or awknowledgement. She would lower her eyes as soon as she took note of their appearance. Her attention was fixed from then on upon the sheep. Her master had charged her with the watching of the prey beasts. Occasionally, a low growl, practically imperceptible, rumbpled as her feral soul was impeded. She was not able to slaughter these creatures. They’re blood and flesh was made to feed the creatures of fang and claw, and yet she was unable to do so. Lunar orbs flickered, but she was quiet. Sinew rippled beneath the hybrid’s coat as she moved about the flock, keeping them from straying. The prey beasts felt no comfort. They felt fear, and their fear shone in their eyes and stank in the air. The Slave of the Flame carried out the orders of her Master, but she did not provide any false comfort for her wards. Should the Korean receive permission, the prey beasts would fall beneath the tooth and claw of the wolf.


At length, all travelers had gathered and her master spoke. The Korean listened, catching the underlying meaning, but not able to fully comprehend the foreign, English words. Since her capture, the progress of her learning of the English language had stalled. But it was enough to allow her to function at least adequately beneath her master’s reign. White obs lifted, falling briefly upon her master, who had risen recently to alpha position. Salvia’s rise to power had been a rise to power for herself as well. Other slaves were more legitimately beneath her, and her aggression toward other slaves had not lessened. The tenebrous slave’s gaze turned toward the lupine creature in the cart. Something malicious flickered within those fathomless eyes before she turned away once more.


Her master mentioned the sparing of victims. This displeased the fighter, but she was silent and did not object. It was never a slave’s place to do such a thing. As they departed, the Korean hybrid continued to watch the flock, her gaze following lastly upon Pandemic, Salvia’s brother whom she had seen very little of until recently. And then she turned to do her job. For that would be her purpose upon the trip.

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