Got a gypsy soul to blame

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<p class="ooc"> Maggie first, later Eris as discussed ages ago? <3 She left AniWaya on the 23rd, and Marit was already told. <3 1,073 sosu ramble. </p>

<P>This was the closest she had ever been to her sister’s pack, and Foxglove was nervous about it, certainly. She feared that her hopes would not be met with a positive response; she knew that her sister’s pack was not exactly the most welcoming of packs. Still, though, it was where her only family was and it was where she wanted to be now. As she neared the borders to a pack that, admittedly, frightened her a bit, she clicked her tongue, gently tugging on Valeria’s silky mane so that the mare would slow. The journey had only taken a few days, for they had rested infrequently and she had driven the mare forward with an urgency that was not questioned. The unspoken hurry was answered only by the beating of the champagne mare’s hooves on the ground, the movement swift. It seemed that the horse understood her desire for distance and speed.

<P>Of course, they stopped often enough for her to hunt at least once a day. It was not for her benefit; Foxglove could go for long periods of time without eating. It was for the sake of the three kittens that she stopped and hunted. She did not want them to suffer simply because she could not remain in the tribe any longer. When she stopped to hunt, Valeria was given time to rest and graze, and it was a beneficial arrangement for all of them. Szellem had flown ahead of them to scout of the area, and she smiled now as he came to rest on her shoulder. She lifted her hand so that he could perch on her finger and she smiled at the bird spirit fondly. It had never been expected that he would leave the tribe with her, but she was so glad that he had chosen to do so.

<P>It was nerves that stopped her from calling for Magnolia as soon as she approached. Her larger sister did not know that she was coming, as the gypsy girl had not told her that she wanted to leave the tribe. It had been a quick decision, and now that she was facing her sister’s pack’s territory, mysterious as it was, Foxglove worried that she should have brought the idea up with Magnolia at some point. What if her sister did not want her around? The gypsy hybrid knew nothing about the pack her sister resided in, except that they were secretive and Maggie could never leave. She was walking in blind, but she was willing to take the risk to feel safe.

<P>The decorated woman slid down from the mare’s back as Szellem fluttered up and rested on her shoulder once more. The kittens were mewling loudly in their bag, but she adjusted the position of it on the horse’s back, propping it up against the other bag that contained all of her meager possessions, most of them just skirts and scarves. The blonde hybrid was biding time, she knew, putting off the moment that she called for her sister out of pure nervousness. Though she had no basis for thinking that her sister would turn her away, it was a very real fear for her. She had been betrayed by the very tribe that had offered her home and sanctuary. What would stop her sister’s pack from doing the same? Quickly she shook her head. That was hardly a pleasant thought, and it was nothing she wanted to think about now. It was too late to worry about that.

<P>Although the bird spirit never pressed her to do anything sooner than she was ready, Foxglove knew that he wanted her to make the call now. It was the only thing she really <I>could</i> do at this point. Taking a deep breath, the gypsy girl lifted her muzzle to the sky, calling in her wispy song for her sister’s presence. The sun was only just beginning to set and she hoped that Magnolia would not already be busy. Hopefully her sister would recognize her voice and would come as quickly as she could. Foxglove hoped she would not have to wait for long; it made her nervous that she was so close to a foreign pack that was known for not being friendly to strangers and that held its members in a firm grasp.

<P>Foxglove did not know what she would do if her sister or the leaders of the pack turned her away. She had washed herself as best as she could in the salty ocean water, though it had been freezing cold. It had been worth it, though, as the scent of the tribe had been mostly washed away from her fur. Still, it was not easy to hide that she had recently belonged to a pack, and she had not even had the ability to tell the tribe’s acting councilwoman about her decision to leave. She had fled in the night, not speaking a word to anyone, leaving no trace but her already fading scent. It was nothing she was worried about, though, for she knew that they would never look for her. After her imprisonment, no matter what Ayasha had said, she had not been a member of the tribe anymore in their eyes. She had pretended for long enough, fighting to believe that she still belonged, but it had been a lie that she was telling herself, and it was time to stop pretending.

<P>She hoped that her mother would have been proud of her for leaving somewhere that was not safe for her, a place that had treated her so terribly. While she waited for her sister to answer her, she allowed her eyes to settle on the bald bracelets of pale pink skin that encircled each wrist. It had been months, and yet, they still had not grown the fur back. It seemed as if they would be a permanent reminder of the injustices she had suffered, but she made no effort to cover them. She had suffered much at the hands of Maska and his guardians, and so she would wear them as badges of what she had endured. The secret of why would stay with her and with Magnolia; she did not wish to share that her blood had caused her such torment unless she absolutely had to. What the tribe had done to her did not have to remain a secret, but the reason, it did.


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<P>Denver had become elusive again. Maybe it was because Magnolia started bringing Kimbra on her scouting missions. With the weather so frigid, the Confidant had taken to staying in her warm bed most of the day and not scouting the borders every morning. She had tried to teach Kimbra to go scout it out, but since she knew virtually no low-speak it was unsuccessful. Anyway, when Magnolia DID go check the borders, it was rather impulsive and whenever Kimbra was home, which wasn’t often. Waiting for the Kite to come home from a morning hunt was easier than walking to Denver’s residence, even though it was so close. On this day, however, Maggie’s mind didn’t trail to Denver and instead she made her way over to the borders alone. Kimbra would hopefully stay perched at her residence until she returned.</p>
<P>Magnolia made her way to the heart of Salsola, passing through Borgata Tecocotl as quickly as possible. This was the dreariest part of her trek; the sand and sparse trees depressed the youth. Maggie’s mind perked up suddenly, intrigued by a sound that barely reached her large, doggish ears. Was that Foxglove, or was she hallucinating again? Without hesitation, she howled back, long and melodious to her sister as she set off at a run eastward to the borders.</p>
<P>The trip was over soon enough and Magnolia only stopped to catch her breath once. She was in prime condition and she had healed from the raid; her body was perfectly lithe, beautiful, and conditioned perfectly for long-distance running. Though her apparent beauty was something the woman thought about less frequently than before. Her ego had been struck down a few notches in this place, and her confidence in herself hadn’t completely returned yet. However, the Vendetta, when she saw the sad state her sister was in (again), some of that age old self-assurance came back in her confident pose and footing as she made her way over to her blonde sister. Maggie just stared at her sister from across the river, eyes betraying no emotion. <B>So, you’re back,</b> she shouted across the river, muscled arms folding across her chest.</p>

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<P><P>Her beautiful sister did not make her wait long, and for that she was thankful. The song that responded to hers brought a sad smile to the gypsy’s hybrid features, for she still feared rejection from the only family that she had to call her own. Their mother was presumably alive, as was their father and the extensions of both of them, but Magnolia was the only one she had here, and though she hoped her sister had found a home here, a part of her wished that the same could be said in reverse. She reached up nervously to touch at the many scarves draped over her shoulders, the ones that had not fit in the bag with the rest of her clothing, and she adjusted the bags that rested on the sturdy back of her mare, listening to the soft mewling cries of the felines in their confines of leather and blankets. Soon, she hoped, they would have a new home and she could allow them to wander freely. Of course, not freely around the territory; she would keep them close, at least until they had grown, and perhaps there would be more felines.

<P>Valeria snorted loudly, alerting the former scout of her sister’s approach, and Foxglove looked up, jade eyes filled with a hope she had not known she was feeling. Her sister did not run to her this time, though, as she had in the past, and Foxglove faltered, opening and closing her mouth slightly when Magnolia spoke. It was not the warm welcome she would have hoped for, and perhaps that was because she was closer than ever to the territory now. Magnolia had expressed fear for her safety before, and now the blonde sister was going against such warnings, tempting the members of the pack with her presence so close to their borders. Would her beloved Magnolia turn her away now, simply for not heeding such warnings? The words were not cold, but they did not hold the happiness she had hoped she would find here with her silver sister.

<P><B>“If you will have me,”</b> she responded quietly, eyes turned down to the water that separated them now. She reached into the bag that contained her clothing and few possessions, fingering the two small daggers she had found in Halifax and had diligently cleaned in the time since she had found them. Lifting out the one she had intended as a gift for her sister, Foxglove laid it flat in her palm, holding it out for the Vendetta to see. Foxglove knew she was walking in blind. She knew absolutely nothing of the pack that her sister now called home, and yet, she wanted nothing more than to join it now so that she might be with her sister where she felt she belonged, away from the cruel clutches of the tribe and its feathered wolves. Even with her tormenters gone and with no chance of their return, she had suffered one too many nightmares about the wolves that had captured her and locked her away, destroying all that she was.


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Magnolia did her best to stare her sister down from across the water. The creature had so many things, just like the confidant did. But the palest sister had a fondness for gypsy clothing and scarves which Maggie didn't particularly care for. The sisters innate differences bugged her suddenly, turning whatever expression she had on her face into a scowl. Maggie did love Foxglove, at least in some sort of way.... But the first time she had appeared out of nowhere and Magnolia had let her stay temporarily, she had risked a lot. The constant scent hiding and fear had been enough for the mohawked girl. But foxglove was her only true blood. Salsola called itself a family, but somehow Magnolia had found herself hiding one family for the sake of another.

Foxglove spoke so very quietly, almost that Maggie couldn't hear her. She also showed the Confidant something on her hand, that glinted in the light. Curious, Magnolia said a frank "Well, If you want my help, you're on the wrong side of the Pictou, sis." The scout then grinned, flashing a toothy smile at her sister. Foxglove probably wouldn't find the trip across fun; the water was especially frigid and cut like a knife.

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<P>It felt as if she waited forever for judgement from her sister, but when it finally came, the hybrid felt a wash of relief over her entire body. She had not been turned away; an invitation, it seemed, was extended. The water before her was nothing she was looking forward to crossing, but she urged the mare forward, walking beside her to hold up the bag with the kittens, so that any splashing water would not touch them. The going was slow, but she waded across the frigid water, biting her tongue against the icy grip of the water, showing no unhappiness over it.

<P>For a moment after they stepped onto the opposite shore, the blonde female bent down, rubbing at the horse's legs to dry them the best that she could in a rapid motion. Her hopes were that the journey here would not damage her horse or feline companions. Foxglove was less concerned about herself. Szellem fluttered away from her shoulder as she bent down, hovering above the pair of canines silently. Finally, the hybrid pulled the knife out once more and held it out again for Magnolia to see, closer now.

<P><B>"I should have left the tribe before they could do what they did, but I was not ready. I am, now,"</b> she spoke quietly, hoping still that Magnolia would not turn her away. The scent of the tribe had been washed away and maybe that would be enough for her sister's leader, if her sister did not turn her away. <B>"And if you like felines... I found three small ones without a mother, and if you would like one, you can have one of them,"</b> she added. Anything to please Maggie and to be allowed to stay.

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<P> Maggie stared at the gift before her, the shiny metal object catering to the Confidant’s obsession with shiny things. She smiled at her sister and gave her a big hug, Maggie’s muzzle digging into her sister’s neckline. <B>Thank you,</b> she said happily, bringing the knife close to her eyes for further inspection. <B>I shall use it for scouting, it will be very useful.</b> For now, though the girl laced one of her necklaces around it so that it hung like a pendant, dagger downward on her chest. It felt right sitting there.</p>
<P>A small noise escaped Foxglove’s bag, and Maggie’s ears perked up curiously. The hybrid furrowed her brow at the source of the sound, but gasping in surprise when Foxglove revealed what was inside. Kittens, small and fragile, were in the bag. Magz sniffed them carefully, and giggled when the small black and white cat reached out and touched her charcoal nose. Ever so carefully the girl took the duo-toned animal out of the bag and cradled it carefully in her arms. <B>So precious,</b> she whispered as she pat the feline. <b>I would love to take this one, if you wouldn’t mind. If you are planning to join us, I’m glad you have a gift to Eris. She does have a thing for cats,</b> she said chuckling. The little one was placed carefully back in the bag with its siblings before Magnolia let out a howl, rich and loud, one Family member to another. Hopefully Eris would let Foxglove come into the family… Maggie could only hope.</p>


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<P>Foxglove allowed herself to be embraced by her sister once more, as she had on each of their meetings since her return to the lands, never initiated by her. She could never bring herself to do it, for fear of rejection. As her sister tucked the dagger in with her necklaces and allowed it to settle there, the gypsy hybrid nodded slightly. As long as Maggie liked it, that was all that mattered. The kittens, too, seemed to impress her silver sister as she lifted the ebony and ivory one. <B>"Of course,"</b> she said softly. She had a fondness for them all, but it was the grey one that was certainly her favorite of the trio. He was the one she wanted to keep.

<P>Once her sister had called for her leader, Foxglove felt a wash of nervousness over her entire body, a feeling of numbness spreading up her legs. Belatedly, she realized that might have something to do with the bitingly cold water she had just waded through. <B>"Do you think she will let me stay?"</b> the former tribal wolfdog asked, nervously patting at her face and mane, hoping she looked presentable enough to be allowed to stay. She did not want to be turned away now that she had come so far.

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The rocky Borgata Tenzotli was not a place the sable-hued hybrid frequented. She used this space almost exclusively for rituals, and while she would not enforce the concept of "hallowed ground" upon her fellow Salsolians, <em>she</em> tried not to tread here outside of spiritual business. However, the hybrid had not missed this territory's most striking feature: the large, jutting boulders. Eris pointed out rocks of suitable size and Khirot, Darijus, and the Gjalda slave lifted them into the cart. Miqui sat in the cart, reins in hand, awaiting the completion of loading. This was only their first trip, and the cart was full after this rock. Though there were two strong horses attached to the cart, Eris did not wish to test the weight limitations of the construction and wood. It was a long way to the planned space of the weir, after all.
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The dark woman called an immediate halt to their progress when the first howl sounded, though she soon discerned its meaning -- a sweet and feminine voice, summoning Magnolia? It <u title="wotd">bespoke</u> a sister or her mother, one of the women Magnolia had left behind upon attaining a new family. The coyote therefore did not think the matter required her immediate attendance -- Magnolia, if about, was sure to answer this call, and if not, another of her large pack would certainly heed the summons and call for Eris in turn, if necessary. They were halfway to the weir, Miqui and Eris seated in the cart and the slaves walking beside in a messy line, when the second howl sounded. Miqui stopped the cart and his leader leaped nimbly out, a decision she immediately regretted as a sparkle of pain glittered in her leg.
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Grimacing, the sable hybrid nonetheless continued onward toward the Pictou at a faster pace than the cart, and soon arrived upon the pair of woman upon her border. She offered a smile to Magnolia, and an appraising look -- but no more -- to the other canine. The coyote did not see the similarity between this one and Magnolia, and Eris's first thought was that she'd been mistaken about the howl's originator. <em>Not family, after all?</em> she pondered, though she spoke to Magnolia quickly enough. <b>What can I do for you?</b> she said, pointedly peering at the gray Confidant as not to acknowledge the outsider yet.
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<P>Foxglove’s question cut through Magnolia’s body like a dagger, as if from the one she was just given. She gripped the heavy metallic weapon nervously, twitching silver ears struggling to hear a sign of her dark queen. Maggie tried to speak, but only a scratch came out. She tried again with more success. <B>We’ll just have to wait and see. I.. told Eris about you, the last time you came here. I told her you would never be coming back. But you are my blood, and family is the most cherished thing here. That and secrecy.</b> She offered her sister a weak smile before looking back into the heart of the thistle kingdom.</p>
<P>Nothing was ever quiet about the dark Auxiliary, and today was no different. Eris appeared through the trees soon enough, and behind her, a cart with two slaves. If this was another situation, Maggie probably would have laughed at the absurd sight, but for her sister, she didn’t. <B>Eris,</b> The Confidant closed her eyes and nodded her delicate head in respect to her superior. <B>This is my sister, Foxglove,</b> she shot her a nervous look <B>and she would like to join Salsola. I was hoping you’d say yes,</b> Maggie remembered protocol and pointed to the back of kittens.<B> Foxglove, show Eris what you have brought for her.</b>It was all up to Eris now. The pack had grown some recently, and Maggie hoped there was room for just one more.</p>


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<P>Not for the first time, Magnolia seemed almost nervous now, as she had the first and second times that Foxglove had come close to the borders. Now, though, there was much more at stake, for she hoped so desperately that the leadership of the secretive pack would allow her to remain within its borders. Szellem's presence helped ease her own worries, but she did not feel very reassured by the way Maggie answered her, and she studied the ground with interest, the fur on the back of her neck rising at the approach of the dark woman.

<P>When she looked up, her first impression was that the woman seemed so large and imposing. Her status within the pack surely helped that impression, and Foxglove was considerably small, but the feeling seemed to stem from feeling small, rather than actually being so. The dark woman looked her over briefly before turning to address only Magnolia, and the blonde hybrid averted her gaze, focusing on her mare's hooves as her sister explained. At the prompting, she reached into the bag and lifted out the small orange and cream kitten, cradling her gently in her lithe hands and presenting her to the dark woman. If she had to guess on their age, she would say they were about two months old now.

<P><B>"I also have jewelry, and scarves of many different fabrics,"</b> she offered timidly, if the kitten were not enough to please the foreboding woman. A soft flutter of wings told her that her spirit guide had settled once more on her shoulder reassuringly while she awaited the passing of judgement that was coming.

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The shadow-furred woman made the appropriate motions and expressions as Maggie explained, her countenance giving an appearance of mild interest, but nothing more. As the ranked Salsolian spoke of a gift, however, the dark woman brightened some, her ears perking and her attention focusing more thoroughly on the blonde companion. She had been surprised to hear they were related; Eris did not think they looked very alike, but one might look at Wretch next to Pandemic and deny their status as siblings, let alone littermates.
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Her hands reached eagerly for the kitten, clutching around the midsection and drawing it to rest comfortably in the crook of her arm. The woman smiled down at the little feline, though her attention returned quickly to Foxglove as the woman spoke again, offering further trinkets. The dark hybrid offered a gracious smile and shook her head. <b>No, this darling thing will do. Perhaps the Boss might like some jewelry.</b> There was no thanks added, but perhaps her response was sign enough of gratitude.
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<b>This is a pleasing gift, and Magnolia has served us faithfully. Is it for her sake you seek us? Closeness of family?</b> The coyote's inquiry was pleasant enough, but in truth, Eris knew familial ties certainly did not guarantee one's ability to serve Salsola. Though she'd told Wretch to seek them out, she knew she must turn even her own daughter away -- or out -- should she prove unworthy to their pack. The coal-hued wolf had high hopes for this one, however -- if she served even three-quarters as well as Magnolia had thus far, it was a bounty to the pack.
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Eris was not so direct in her inquiry; indeed, one might ponder whether the question was <u title="wotd">ad rem</u>. Certainly, talk of skills and provisions were more important -- however, Eris wished to truly know the worth of the canine before her. She always found the more surreptitious methods of ascertaining such favorable. She had no doubt Magnolia would vouch for the pale newcomer's abilities, but this was an easily biased source, after all. Even she did not know if she <em>could</em> set aside family for Family.
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<div class="in"><P>Maggie squirmed nervously as the kitten was presented, but her fears were lessened when Eris seemed pleased with the young one. Like Magnolia and Foxglove, the three kittens were all very different and didn’t seem very related at all. But she knew once the kittens were separated they would be just as sad as Magnolia once was when Lolita abandoned her. In time she knew the three creatures would be happy without their sibling counterparts.</p>
<P>Eris asked Foxglove questions that resonated with the young Confidant; while she knew Foxglove’s old pack had beaten and broken her, she didn’t know why she was so determined to join this dark and mysterious pack. Maggie hadn’t understood what she was getting into when she joined so long ago, but Foxglove was aware of the penalties for abandoning the pack or acting disloyal. Magnolia knew Sirius was not a compassionate Boss and would probably kill Foxglove should she have a change of heart. The thought cut right through her. Magnolia wouldn’t be able to handle her sister’s death if she was partly responsible for it. And she knew Magnolia was responsible for Foxglove’s desire to join the thistle kingdom.</p>
<P> Magnolia looked over at the gray and multicolored kittens left in her sister’s bag who were mewing quietly. <I>Maybe they’ll get to grow up together after all,</i> she thought to herself, letting a small smile betray her sharp features. She waited for Foxglove to respond to the Auxiliary, muscles still tense with nerves.</p>


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<P><B>"I want nothing more than to be close to my sister,"</b> she admitted. <B>"I left her long, long ago, and when I returned, she was not where I had last known her to be... And I feared finding her. The possibility of rejection was too intimidating and I faltered... I did not find her soon enough. If I had, I may not have seen the things I have. Recent months have shown me that the only ones you can trust are family."</b> She paused, still looking away from Maggie, jade eyes watching for the dark woman's reaction. <B>"Maggie claims that this pack <I>is</i> family, and she is <I>my</i> family. I would do anything to keep the distance between us short."</b>

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Eris's primary experience thus far had been with the larger, exotic cats -- her ocelot, her lynx kitten, and even the cougar were experiments she'd previously tried. The last of these had failed, but Eris knew this cat would now grow so large as even the little lynx, who was smallest of her charges. Certainly, a domesticated cat could not begin to rival the cougar in terms of size -- so the shadow-furred woman believed she would have next to no issue raising this little thing. What a collection she had now -- the dull, mottled browns of Omitl, the wild yellow and dark spots of Itzcitla, and now this yet unnamed thing, creamy orange just barely dotted with the darker marks of tabby coloration, with splotches of white here and there.
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The dark hybrid listened with her head cocked, both ears swiveled toward the sweet sounds the pale gold woman made. She spoke of family, and Eris nodded, though the gesture was merely one of appropriate timing and custom than agreement or praise on the shadowy woman's part. Still, there was truth echoing in those words, Eris thought. Magnolia was of strong blood, and Salsola was better for her presence than if she served an enemy pack, certainly. But, Eris thought there was a world of difference between the pale gray woman she'd first encountered at their border and the creature now standing before her. Magnolia had grown immensely within Salsola's nurturing arms -- could the same be said for her sister, given time?
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<b>If you would become a part of this family, it will have you. Your sister has proven her virtue and worth to this pack time and time over again -- I have the same high hopes for you, Foxglove.</b> The coyote offered a smile to their new family member as well as her established sister, and stepped back, flourishing with one hand to indicate they should both come into the territory.
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