#>salrin

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@scarfallen

“You!” Salrin’s voice was sharp as she addressed the Captain, coming to wedge herself in between his path. Even though he was larger than her, she looked up at him without being afraid, primary hands resting on her hips. “Did I just see you limping? Why haven’t you come to the medical bay?”

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✖ for each muse

✖ : Describe a way to make them uneasy or apprehensive.

this blog--

Kinsis: Strangers coming near his children. His mate going out on missions that could be dangerous. The general idea of any of his family fighting and dying.

Salrin: Others trying to get to know her personally -- she’s not very good at the whole “friendship” thing. She’s also terrified of Kells, Sevoriks or otherwise, and doesn’t want to be in her Kell’s presence unless absolutely necessary.

Riveriks: When is Riveriks not uneasy, honestly. His whole life is uneasiness as pessimism

other blogs--

Kiltriks: while he would never admit it, any hint of Devils turning on him or thinking he’s a bad Kell makes him “uneasy”, though he usually deal with said incidents before anything can happen.

Nevris: He is uneasy about the future, nervous of what’s to come, unsure of himself and everything he’s been taught

Yaviks: she is embarrassingly unnerved by the thought of physical intimacy because she’s literally never had it before in her life

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@kysiks​ -- Our muses in a hostage situation together.

The cell was small, cramped. Salrin could tell that they were on board a skiff, though the skiff itself had landed and stopped moving a while ago. Crammed into the holding cell in the back after getting ambushed and captured. Devils.

The medic knew that they had to get out of there. She wasn't entirely sure what the Devils intended to do, or if they even knew who she was (not to be egotistical, of course, but she was the head medic). But she had been born a Devil, and she knew first-hand the terrible things that prisoners could face... and especially, the terrors that would await her if she was forced to go back to the House and face the Kell -- her father.

She'd been trying to pick the lock to the cage, her arm was sore from being bent through the bars in an uncomfortable way. But for now, it seemed fruitless. Eyes flicked to the other Scars member in the cell with her -- Kysiks, who had been escorting her out of the ketch for some herbs when they'd been captured.

"Are you going to try to help me escape? Or just sit there?" She hissed, her voice sharp if only because of the situation. She was frustrated for obvious reasons, using the anger to keep from absolutely panicking under the circumstances.

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Salrin has a tiny “garden” in her room with herbs and plants that she gently waters and tends to with more love than she gives anything else, basically.

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how did salrin leave devils? did she find out about scars and left?

Oh goodness, anon, you're my favorite. I love talking about backstory shit......

The OFFICIAL story.... was that Salrin was on a ship that got shot down by scars. Official being... that's what the Devils were told to keep them angry towards Scars. She's thought to be dead by just about everyone in Devils.

However, the real story was that Salrin and a few others wanted to join Scars on purpose. They went on the mission with the intent to overthrow the Captain in charge, which they did. The ship got crashed in the process, in Scars' territory, where they were later found and dragged to the Scars' ketch.

At first they were held as prisoners (the House of Scars was still fairly new at that point, small, paranoid of anything Devil-related) until Sevoriks was convinced they were safe. Salrin swore her allegiance to Scars instead as soon as she was able, more than ready to give up her birth House and her father's terrible reign.

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remember

I remember when we were young, and the short time you were bigger than me when we were growing up. When we’d play around and wrestle, you were able to win. You seemed so proud of that, so happy. I was a little mad, but we were whelps, and life went on. You were my sister, and I still loved you.

I remember when, a couple years later, we were still whelps but older. I’d finally grown taller than you, somehow, and I won a fight. You looked up at me with such irritation, wouldn’t talk to me for the rest of the day. You finally apologized that night, when we were laying in our large nest together. I forgave you.

  I remember when Kiltirks took notice of me, catching us playing with swords and pretending like we knew what we were doing. You looked terrified seeing our father that closely for the first time, dropping your sword and running away like you were going to get in trouble. I was still barely more than a whelp at that time, but he promised he would train me. He said he saw potential.

I tried to convince you later that night to train with me, but you declined. You had already decided you were going to be a medic by then. The next week, I was docked early and started training to become a warrior.

  I remember the first time I was out in the field, I got cornered by a couple of hive. They clawed me up pretty bad before I managed to kill them. You scolded me, wrapping up my wounded arms and torso with a gentleness. Our mother praised you how well you’d done, and your eyes sparkled with pride. You looked happy. I knew at that point that we would never see battle together. But in the end, I was glad you’d found your calling.

  I remember my training getting harsher. I was barely given time to come visit anymore, pushed out on missions and hardened in battle before most. We grew to maturity separate, mostly. The times I was able to drop in to see you, you seemed different. I guess we both were. I was hardened by death and bloodshed outside of the walls, but you… you were a full medic by then, having to deal with the realities of death in your own way. Things never felt the same between us after that. We were almost strangers to each other. But I still loved you.

  I remember when Naliks died, rather abruptly. Our mother wasn’t the youngest, but when the news reached me upon returning from a mission, I couldn’t even believe it. I rushed to the infirmary to find you, to see if it was true. Your voice was hardened when you told me “yes”.  She’d died while I was away, and she’d already been buried.

You shooed me out of the infirmary, saying there were things to be done. But when I found you later that night, outside by her fresh grave, you were sobbing. I sat with you for hours that night, holding you, and it was the closest we’d been for years.

  I remember how you changed after that, even more. You’d always had a bit of an attitude, but you turned bitter. Focused on your work. I focused on mine in return. We’d both become vandals by then, and I was on my way to become a Captain. Kiltriks’ eyes never left me, and he trained me himself often. He said he had big plans for me, and I was excited to make him proud. I wanted to make something for myself. I dreamed of becoming Captain – Baron – the next Kell.

  I remember when things changed completely. When one of Kiltriks’ favorite Captains died under your care. I watched him dock you, violently, right in front of me and many others. The whole thing felt like slow motion, and there was nothing I could do.

My heart clenched as I heard you scream, but if I’d tried to stop it, I would have gotten docked as well, lose everything I was working for. So I did nothing but watch in terror, and I couldn’t even look at you when it was over, when you laid on the floor and bled and could have died. You never forgave me.

  I remember trying to come to you after that. You treated me like I was a stranger at first, until I finally pushed enough to make you snap. You shoved me, you yelled at me. You told me I was a traitor. I got mad, too, yelling back that you shouldn’t have stepped out of line. That you were lucky to be alive at all. 

You said I wasn’t any better than Kiltriks. You told me you hated me, and that you never wanted to see me again unless it was related to your duties. I left. And I never came back, before…

  I remember the day that you went on a mission outside of the Devils Lair. You were on board a ship as a backup medic when it was shot down. Scars, Kiltriks told me. House of Scars had shot it down, and slaughtered everyone on board. Salrin was dead.

The other medics seemed to forget they hated me when I showed up at the infirmary, searching for you because I didn’t want to believe it. There was no body to recover, too dangerous, they said – but we still mourned you. We dug a small grave and buried many of your possessions, marking it with a stone so you wouldn’t be forgotten.

  I remember feeling more regretful than I ever had before.

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Salrin ☽

☽ = wandering alone at night

Salrin sat on the small cliff, both pairs of her hands folded into her lap as she looked off into the distance. It wasn't very often at all she left the ketch, both for safety reasons and due to how busy she was. But every once in a while she'd get away, even if it was just for a little bit, to enjoy some solitude.

She knew that she couldn't' stay out here forever, though. She'd already been gone longer than she probably should have, and so eventually she rose and began to make her way back towards the ketch. The medic wandered father than she'd meant to, though she was pretty sure that she knew the way back easily enough.

However, somehow, she didn't realize anyone else was nearby. She started down the path, following her own footsteps in the snow back the direction she'd come. Things seemed quiet enough that her guard was dropped, dangerously so. Turning the corner around some rocks, Salrin let out a screeching scream when she suddenly found herself literally bumping her body into another form -- that form being a guardian.

The scared eliksni jumped back, her hands scrambling in instinct for the pistol that she had. She barely even knew how to use it -- and in the frenzy, it didn't matter anyway. As soon as her hands touched the weapon, they shook enough to drop it into the snow, and she was left weaponless and wide-eyed, staring at the stranger.

She was too afraid to even try and bolt away.

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Salrin ♡ ((I wanted to tell you I'm a fan your ocs you and Sevoriks' mun's characters are awesome and I love your stuff. I hope I can say that without sounding creepy?))

♡ = complimenting them .

"You seem pretty nice for a Fallen."

Salrin was up against the rocky wall across from the strange guardian, her eyes bright and alert as she looked him up and down. Despite his large form, he didn't appear all that... vicious. At least, not like he was a direct threat. She still didn't trust him, however, she didn't bolt away just yet.

She was able to understand his words well enough, though she murmured quietly. "Eliksni." She corrected him. "I am... eliksni."

Even so, she was aware not many guardians called their species by it's correct name. They may not even know otherwise.

"Not nice," She said in response to his actual comment, her words in his human tongue slow and holding a strange growly accent. "Just not a killer.. for no reason."

[ Thank you so much for the nice comments!!  I dont think you sound creepy at all, I’m flattered c: I hope this is an alright reply, since I don’t know your character well or anything! ]