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Setting Location Form NPCs
Location: The Pine Barrens, SL

Date: 13 September

Weather: Clear, cool

Time: Afternoon
Secui
Artemisia
Molcaxitl



(392) Help shape out the foundation for the Disguise Depot!


The dirt was sun-warm, but as her paws worked they found it colder and colder below. It was too early in the season for this to be frigid, but she noticed the difference none the less. Her shoulders were hunched, legs positioned so the black earth was flung between them. The length of her forepaws was dusted with fine dark dirt, but she was not half so concerned about her coat as some of the women within Salsola. Luckily, neither was her sister—Artemisia’s form, at her side, was equally muddied.

Isabella had presented her idea well enough, and Salvia saw the good sense in the matter. She had observed her mother and Siv leaving in strange clothing before, and all of the Family had the common sense to hide their scents one way or another. Even Salvia took to wearing a cloak, though she did not don this often. A part of her found the idea silly, but another part of her (a dominate part, a part that had a black voice like Sirius) told her such a thing would be well worth it. The pale girl’s Secui form worked tirelessly, massive paws cutting through the rocky earth, tearing it asunder.

After several long minutes she drew back and appraised the cut. It was still a misshapen thing, and not fully formed. They would need to even out the land and try not to let the sides collapse in themselves. A frown crossed the pale woman’s face and she turned her head. Behind both herself and her massive, brooding sister, was the thin and sunset-colored slave. In Spanish, Salvia told her to fetch Gjalda and have him bring wood. Molcaxitl hurried off and Salvia shook out her pelt, even though it was a futile thing for the time being, and regarded the dark shape of Art as she took up the digging. There was much of their father in the girl, and Salvia was glad for this.

One would hardly think them sisters, though, given how odd her appearance was. Some mutant gene, some freak thing, had pulled up all the ancient and long-dead colors of old wolves and dogs and brought them forth in her…only to allow a freezing winter to bleach away the dark. Once she had been a ruddy, woody brown. Salvia had nearly forgotten such a thing.

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