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| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
Ah, how time flew. Salem arrived to the casino with a cattle bell and the shadows under his eyes were considerably more pronounced than normal. Spending most his time that week traveling to Flintlock and Bluestem hadn't left much time for relaxation, much to Salem's distress.

He rung the cattle bell once, twice, and instead of stepping onto the pool table he leaned against it. "Meeting time, everybody pay attention,"
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
Unlike the relatively neutral greeter, the next man to arrive was definitely more of Salem's kind of person. So polite, and just the person he was looking for; Salem couldn't fight the genuine smile that twisted his lips as he hailed a greeting.

"Ah, she's very sweet, as well. And I'm doin' well, thank you for asking," Salem said. "Nice to meet you, Brock, I'm Salem," He introduced himself- it was only right, as he'd gotten their names- but he made no move to dismount even with the urging of the other two men.

He was welcoming their hospitality, but he didn't want to send his quick getaway to some random place he didn't know. Still, he saw no good way for him to maneuver his way into keeping his mare close without seeming too defensive, so he eventually slid off the saddle and held her reins in one hand. He leaned against her side, ever so slightly, his legs a bit wobbly after riding for so long and his bad leg didn't want to hold his weight at the moment.

 "I'd take water myself, if you've got a surplus" He commented, deciding he did want to hydrate but getting drunk in enemy territory was probably stupid.

He noticed the look Roman shot at Brock after he stepped away. Ah, they weren't friendly, were they? Well they put on a decent enough front; and compared to the rivalries of people in the Badlands, it wasn't nearly toxic enough for him to give it more than a passing thought. Jeez, his rivalry with Cat had resulted in a beating and public coup; a few death glares felt like the norm for acquaintances.

"Pleasure to meet you, Roman. Mind bringing McCracy to that pasture you mentioned?" He didn't like being outnumbered, and he had business with Brock. He offered the reins to his mare to Roman once he felt like he'd be able to stand and walk without needing to lean on the mare.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
Flair was what Salem specialized in, but not right now. Flair was for people he wanted to annoy and frustrate; not for people who'd been the allies of the Badlands since before Salem even washed ashore.

He stopped his whistling at the Lodger's comment, the tune breaking into scratchy, barking laughter. Scanning the stranger, he offered a grin of his own to match the other man's and pulled back on the reins to halt the mare's movement.

"Never been much of a whistler, so I guess it makes sense," Salem commented, scratching behind the mare's ear. She was ornery, lazy and slow but it sure beat climbing the mountain on foot. His gaze turned towards a more familiar figure; He recalled seeing the man at the sparring session as part of the flock of Lodgers that went.

"Suppose I should explain myself. I'm Salem and I come with news from the Badlands; Catalyst is out, gone in the night. I'm the new Top Dog now," Blunt and precise; he didn't need to mince words on this one, he'd specifically come with the goal in mind of letting Flintlock know about the leader change.

"I wanted to share the news, and reaffirm the Badlands and Flintlock's alliance as well as negotiate some other things. Mind if we go inside for that part? It's freezing out here and I'm a warm weather kinda guy," He shifted on the saddle as the cold bit uncomfortably through his coat
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
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| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
The person who greeted him was- rather unassuming, to be frank. Salem had expected a bunch of cowboys perhaps, or a kingpin sitting pretty atop his group of deathly loyal farmers.

He had not expected just- a person, just a regular person. Almost disappointing, given Salem's nature was to seek out or create unusualness wherever he went. Still, he offered them a large grin since the greeting wasn't unfriendly and he'd been mildly worried about getting jumped as he rode in.

"Looking for whoever leads this place- unless you people lead by committee?" Salem explained, petting his mare's neck to have something to do with his hands; the mare herself had begun munching on the grass below them, and he wasn't sure if her unfocused nature was a boon or not at this point.

He decided to not state his full purpose or his identity yet; it hadn't been asked, and he again didn't want to get jumped. He'd... Heard things about Bluestem, not much of course; he figured their skirmishes with the other local groups were likely exaggerated, Bluestem was a group of ranchers after all. But still, it was good to be careful when he was alone.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
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The Badlands / The Stables and the devil threw roses --- open, horse race
« on: March 25, 2020, 08:40:53 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
It was perhaps the most traditional non-traditional thing he'd seen in the Badlands yet; and he hadn't even organized the event, he'd just set up the betting ring!

Four horses, four experienced jockeys, an endurance race starting at the stables, looping around the hills on the outskirts of Badlands territory before shooting off into the city and heading to the beach for the finish line. He wasn't sure if this was animal cruelty or not, but it sounded like fun and he didn't mind lounging on a pilfered lawn chair outside the stables as people milled about and placed their final bets as the jockeys got their horses ready.

He took a sip out of a half-full gallon jug of clean water and set it on the grass, for once in his life not purposefully drawing attention to himself. But, all good things come to an end eventually, and as he noticed two of the jockeys start climbing onto their saddles he stood up and held up a small, white and red piece of fabric.

"Last call on bets. Only place bets with unspent ammunition, and you can only pick one pony," Salem called, grabbing his small ledger from where he'd set it on the grass and casually flipping through it. He wasn't even taking a percentage of the bets, he just liked seeing people lose valuable things.

//As a separate ooc thing, you can actually have your character icly "bet" on any of the horses and if the horse wins I'll send you 5k bones! There's no fee for entry and you don't lose anything if you pick a losing horse, this isn't actually betting.
//The horses are:
1: Sky's Lament
2: Marching Legion
3: Adaigo
4: Whispered Song
All have equal odds of winning, since I'll be using a random number generator from 1-4 to pick.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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Flintlock Lodge / i didn't choose this city --- visitor from bl, open
« on: March 22, 2020, 01:41:51 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
It was fucking cold; compared to the warming beaches and sun-baked concrete streets of the Badlands, Flintlock's version of "spring" was basically just Winter: Warmer Edition. But still he rode on his little fluffy mare through the snow-crystallized mountain landscape, slowly but surely approaching his destination.

Soon he saw the Lodge in the distance, and he slowed his approach to a frustrating crawl. He didn't try to be quiet, he encouraged his mare to step on as many twigs as she wanted and started whistling a cheery tune; he didn't want to freak out the poor Lodge residents by stealthily inserting himself into their midst.

He wasn't coming here to fight, as evidenced by the fact he hadn't brought any other Badlanders with him. Not that he'd come unarmed - scimitar, wound whip and six-shot revolver on his hip showed he was plenty armed - but he couldn't be expected to go into the mountains without ways of defending himself.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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Bluestem Prairie / it's not that complicated --- visitor from bl, open
« on: March 22, 2020, 01:31:15 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
It take him a bit to get around here, didn't it? Well, it didn't matter; he'd been busy. Seizing power in a group and then laying the groundwork to hold that power was time-consuming.

Not that the timeframe really mattered; he doubted Bluestem Prairie of all places was itching for a visit from the local boogieman. He knew they were technically enemies, but he didn't remember why; maybe it was another group Cat villainized because they could, or maybe there were deeper issues.

But none of that mattered now. Bluestem was set neatly between the Badlands and Flintlock, so he couldn't keep ignoring them if he wanted to set up trade routes with Flintlock. So here the new Top Dog of the Badlands was, perched neatly on the back of a fluffy mare who was taking her sweet time moving in the humid spring air.

He was approaching a town, and checked his map. Graveyard, this was the place; but instead of riding into the middle of town like a moron, he stopped a half-mile from the town's borders and waited. It was a bit difficult to find Bluestem's true borders anyways, so he figured this would have to be polite enough.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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The Badlands / Re: jack fell down >> murder/injury ; open
« on: March 22, 2020, 01:22:47 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
//tw: blood, death mentions
//medical attention written as if it was accepted, but can be blocked/disrupted

There was something different in the breeze that morning; a sharpness that couldn't be denied. Salem blew it off as the warning signs of a storm soon to be rolling over the city, and went about his day normally.

Well, semi-normally. He had a scrabble box under one arm; a bit of a present for preforming so well at the raid, and since Mike didn't drink Salem had to come up with something sober people would enjoy. So, scrabble it was.

He did not think about how Mike would need literate friends to play scrabble with, and how he probably didn't have literate friends who'd actually want to play scrabble with him. It was the thought behind the gift, not the actual execution that mattered, right?

Mike wasn't at his little shack though, which was a bit worrying; Mike didn't strike him as a morning person, especially not one with plans to head into town while the sun was still breaking the horizon. The twiggy, sparse woodland near Mike's home seemed like a good place to look; maybe he was chopping firewood, or checking a snare- or getting shot, judging by the sound coming from the woods.

He ran, abandoning all hope of a peaceful morning. He definitely didn't really expect to come across Lake crouching over a bleeding Mike on the ground. And for a brief, fleeting moment, Salem was tempted to turn around and let nature take its course; he knew he likely couldn't stop Lake from killing Mike, so why get involved?

But- wait, nope, she wasn't killing him. There were two prone bodies on the ground and he was pretty sure Lake didn't shoot people. Ah shit, now he had to deal with this.

"Is he dead?" Salem asked, crouching beside Mike and swatting at the stick Lake had been using to poke him. Shit, he was losing a lot of blood; they needed to stop the bleeding quick. Salem grimaced, dropped the scrabble box and got to work.

Off went the bandanna, wrapping around the belt already staunching the flow of blood and helping block it a little. Off went his shirt, and the cold bit at his skin as he used that to also wrap the wound. Sure, neither items were exactly sanitary, but he was worried more for blood loss than anything else at the moment.

They had no real doctors, their only medic had left presumably trailing Addy into the night months ago. Northstar's clinic was a thought, but Salem wasn't inclined to give them any political ammunition and Mike wouldn't make the journey as he was anyways. They needed to stabilize him first- stabilize him, and pray it was enough.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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The Badlands / Re: the only thing left that's free --- open, beach day
« on: March 20, 2020, 07:20:44 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
Depressingly, Salem was far enough out that he didn't miss the ghost of a smile that'd passed over Mike's features; which brought into question whether or not his eyesight was as good as he'd like people to believe. But Salem was thinking none of these things, since he was pretty sure Mike was just continuing to brood though he couldn't see the exacts of Mike's facial expression.

But getting an actual response from Mike was encouragement enough for Salem to continue his antics. It was like domesticating a particularly nervous stray dog, continued positive reinforcement usually worked wonders; it didn't matter that this was a human being who wouldn't take kindly to Salem's methods if they were laid out before him.

"It feels nicer than it looks," Salem called out, shifting a bit so he could start awkwardly paddling towards shore so he could bother Mike a bit easier. He thought he was doing an excellent job of paddling, when in actuality he got picked up by a few lucky waves that pushed him further towards shore.

"C'mon, cut lose, enjoy the water; don't deny yourself the natural luxuries we're given," Salem commented brightly, twisting his head a bit so his neck could catch the sun and warm up a bit.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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The Badlands / Re: a pocketful of serotonin --- open, raid
« on: March 20, 2020, 07:05:37 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
tw: descriptions of violence, death, general raid stuff

Lake descended upon the town like an angel of death, Mike descended upon the field like... Wait, where was Mike? Salem didn't bother looking beyond a courtesy scan, and didn't see him; well whatever, the man could take care of himself.

Hopefully he could take care of himself. Salem didn't want to return to the Badlands with somebody in a bodybag.

His incredibly important thinking session was interrupted by a flash of silver in front of his face, cutting a strand of hair that'd drifted over his forehead. Salem snarled and drew his scimitar, pulling on the mare's reins to make her back up as he assessed the danger in front of him.

Kitchen knife, sharpened to an overly dangerous extent, somewhat crazed man in his thirties wielding it; his shirt was already stained with blood but Salem couldn't figure out if it was the man's blood or somebody else's.

Still, he didn't much appreciate the impromptu haircut. He rode forward slightly and swung his scimitar down, ignoring the hot flash of pain as the kitchen knife slashed his leg and continued his swing to cut into the man's shoulder. If Salem was stronger, or on sturdier footing, he perhaps could've taken the man's head off; instead the blade buried deep into his shoulder and he howled with pain.

Salem scowled and yanked on the blade, twisting it deeper into the man's body until his arm fell limp and the knife clattered to the ground. His non-paralyzed arm was grabbing wildly at the scimitar, trying to pull it out but never getting enough leverage without cutting his hand.

In one quick motion Salem ripped the scimitar out of the man's shoulder and came around again to elbow him in the head and send him clattering to the ground- wait, clattering?

Salem swung around, his vision immediately seeing Mike tossing aside a gun while a figure lay unmoving on the ground before him. Salem hadn't heard a gunshot, so maybe Mike brought a gun with no bullets; kind of a stupid move, especially throwing it away in frustration, but who was he to judge.

He encouraged the mare to trot towards Mike, and Salem stopped just as he was close enough that dismounting would likely mean toppling onto Mike or the dead body. He grinned down, still holding his scimitar loosely in one hand as it dripped blood.

"Good job," Salem commented, giving Mike an adrenaline-drunk grin. Maybe he underestimated the broody, quiet man. Perhaps with a little work he could be as battle-crazed as Lake- though it appeared as though she'd leapt through a window in her frenzy, so maybe not.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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The Badlands / Re: ( i got burned by icarus )  ⸺  open, return
« on: March 20, 2020, 06:21:11 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
So either this girl was bluffing like a goddess straight from Hades by pulling out a handkerchief full of spent bullets, or she was actually a goddess straight from Hades who could not be hurt with mortal weapons. He was going with the first; after all, there was no proof any of those bullets had been shot at her, after all.

Still, it was wildly unnerving and he definitely didn't want to know what was going on with this girl beyond the most surface-level information. "Duly noted,"

Lake wasn't the worst name; he couldn't imagine naming his own kid Lake, but she seemed more beast than woman so perhaps her parents were the weirdest kind of hippies, or something. He couldn't judge, his parents named him Monty; it was just unique enough for them to brag about it, but not so unique he was walking around named Fir-Tree or some shit.

He lost track of what he was thinking about. Oh right- letting Lake stay. "I don't see any reason you can't stay, if you can pull your weight you'll be fine," Salem said with a shrug. If Lake was on Cat's shit-list, even potentially on their shit-list, then Salem wanted her around. "Maybe head to the casino and get something to eat that's not raw meat, I can see your ribs," He figured a tour was unnecessary; she was a returning member, not a newbie.

His eyes turned towards Mike, scanning the silent figure thoughtfully. Mike was certainly the welcoming type, wasn't he? But Salem didn't mind the silent nod, it played up Mike's mysterious aura and having a mystery-man was important, probably.

Sure, he didn't know the first thing about Mike's backstory; his bloodied history in the Badlands. But did Salem need to know that stuff? For now, he didn't think he needed to pry Mike apart to uncover any of it; so long as Mike was loyal and obedient, he could be on a dozen Most Wanted lists around the world and Salem wouldn't care at all.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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The Badlands / Re: ( i got burned by icarus )  ⸺  open, return
« on: March 17, 2020, 09:16:49 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
Getting sized up by this woman didn't feel great, and his hand moved to the handle of his revolver resting neatly in its holster on his hip. But apparently he'd been deemed worthy of her time, as she dropped her bag and gave a short explanation.

He decided immediately he didn't want to know anything past "got hungry, ate a deer,". You know what, feral women from the woods were certainly not what he signed up for; but through sheer blind confidence he'd continue despite his lack of expertise in handling... Whatever she had going on.

"Cat's gone," He answered simply; what other answer was there? Catalyst was out, and they likely weren't coming back. Salem felt his face contort into a grimace as the woman pulled out a familiar red bandanna, and revealed the earrings of an enforcer still worn.

He was mildly surprised she knew about the bandannas, but hadn't noticed his black and white one; the signal of a leader. Maybe she forgot the ranks of bandannas, or didn't care; perhaps both. "And back you are, mind if I ask your name, missy? I'm Salem, I run things now in the absence of our mutual friend Catalyst," It was a bit disrespectful to call Catalyst his friend after what happened, but Salem was nothing if not eternally disrespectful. "-So I need to know who's coming and going, of course," He added.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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The Badlands / Re: the only thing left that's free --- open, beach day
« on: March 17, 2020, 03:41:30 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
Salem only had two modes; maniac anger, and intense laziness, it seemed. Wait, did cherubic mischief count? Eh, probably. But Salem was a simple man, he liked simple things, like sunbathing on the beach while bobbing along on an innertube or driving his enemies out through a mix of fear and the promise of violence.

He noticed on the beach that a familiar brooding figure had emerged, arms crossed and looking about as charismatic as a particularly dull rock. Mike in all his glory, standing out on the beach looking like the judging figure of darkness Salem had come to... Expect? He supposed he expected to some extent that Mike would find his way down to the beach and not enjoy himself.

"The water's nice, Mikey!" Salem called out, splashing a bit in Mike's direction; but given the small splash, and the fact Mike was some forty feet away, it was more like Salem was flailing in Mike's general direction.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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The Badlands / Re: IM JUST NUMB // ND VISIT .
« on: March 17, 2020, 03:35:27 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
Green was being cautious, and Salem was frankly glad he was; as more and more Badlanders came to hear out the commotion, Salem could no longer confidently say he could hold them back if Green decided to get aggressive.

There was something... Not adding up though. It seemed like the other leader was taking the news too well; but Salem would disregard it for now, perhaps it was out of fear that he'd let a major event like a change in leadership go without a fight.

"I agree with you there," The comment could be taken as offensive, but he was frankly delighted to hear it from Green. Catalyst had been universally disliked by everybody Salem deemed important, and liked by all the people Salem was dreading needing to talk to.

Knowing Green's name hadn't been hard, neither had been knowing his appearance; people were chatty, and Salem had long heard about Cat and Green's rivalry. A few well-placed scouts visiting Northstar for no more than a day each and he'd had a sketch of the man before him weeks ago. "Saves us the torture of introductions, don't it? Well, most of the torture. But we're all well and acquaintances now,"

He crossed his arms as he listened to Green talk about his new clinic. Well, he could've used such a thing back in June; when the stumps on his hands weren't so scarred over they didn't bleed anymore. He wouldn't wish such a thing upon anybody; and it'd be stupid to not take advantage of such a kind offer.

"I'm not calling a cease-fire, if that's what you're after. I'd be happy to tell my group to use your emergency care place when necessary, because I'd rather have members with hurt pride than dead ones, but I don't particularly care for you, friend," Salem stated bluntly, narrowing his eyes at Green. He could see the maneuvering and didn't care much for it; all Green needed was for the Badlands to get reliant on Northstar's medical care, and suddenly the Badlands were wrapped around Northstar's finger.

But... Was he so prideful as to not take advantage of such an offer, when his members needed such care? No, he wasn't. He wouldn't be taking anybody en masse to Northstar for treatment, but he liked to let his leash for his members be long. After all, what did he care if a few individuals went to Northstar in order to save their sorry lives? At least if he took the deal it'd be political immunity for those who did go.

And there was no better way to send in spies than to injure them and sent them on their way to Northstar's clinic.

"So, is there no catch? Just a plea to go to your supposed clinic for treatment- Salem questioned, but his words were cut off by Lake's sudden question and he winced in surprise and annoyance. He glared back at her, but he was pretty sure there was no reasoning with her; at least not silently.

"It's a phrase for somebody reaching out. Green is offering us an olive branch in the form of his clinic to try to connect with us in a way that's... Somehow mutually beneficial," Salem explained with a sigh. He was trying to act all cool and aloof, and that bravado immediately dissipated as he spoke to Lake. He spoke to her like he cared about her understanding, even if he was exasperated by her interruption.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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The Badlands / Re: ( i got burned by icarus )  ⸺  open, return
« on: March 17, 2020, 03:06:16 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
A few inches over six feet, and wild as a storming sea, Salem was about as domestic as an attack dog. Sure he had his moments of sloth and gluttony - more than the average man, he's assume - but one look into his bright eyes revealed a deep fire buried underneath the meadow of friendly green.

But he was refined, a cutting knife with a sharp edge. One would never find the current Top Dog of the Badlands tearing apart a doe with his bare hands; he drew the line in the sand at acting like a feral bear. But one could find Salem around the edges of the city during the sunset, enjoying the nip of the cold air while he was perched on the porch of an abandoned house.

And like a lycanthrope in the night, a bloodied girl wandered into town. All black clothes might've hid the blood, if it wasn't for the fact it was splattered her form alongside a healthy amount of dirt. In the dimming light he couldn't really tell anything else about her, but he felt confident in the idea she was likely covered in scars.

"Darling, did you get mauled by a wolf or something?" Salem asked, hopping to his feet and ignoring the burn of his bad leg as he approached the stranger slowly. She was tall, he noticed; taller than him even, perhaps as tall as Draekon. What was it with him finding giants lately? He was starting to feel short, and he was a good bit above average.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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