[ P ] ♦ My Soul To Keep [feat. Baptiste]

Exalted Bacchae

There was a service going on. Teachings of the Holy Word. Exalted stood at the back, her back against the wall, the door between her and another guard. They were there as a safety measure, just in case anyone needed them but she doubted it. Everyone here hung on the holy teacher's words, listening and nodding their heads as one. Exalted, too, found herself listening and nodding. How could she not? Priests interpreted the Holy Word, and she too, was but a child of the stars who should listen to what They wanted to say.

It filled her with Their love. It reminded her of her purpose. She must never fail the stars.

It was a while later when service let out. Wolves filtered out of the church hall and she made her way to the outside, standing to the side. There in case anyone needed her but if not, she would make her way to the palace. That was where her next shift was until the night was over.

She heard the silent shuffling of feathers at her left and was reminded of her owl perched on her shoulder. He usually was with her at any shift, just in case she needed to send quick messages or get someone far away.

You never knew where Rot would start to show itself.

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Art & Coding (c) Plymouth

Baptiste had missed the service, but that was fine. He would be on time tomorrow. As he watched wolves filter out of the Holy See, he noticed another guard headed his way. His nose twitched as he watched her and the owl perched upon her shoulder. Peculiar, he thought.

But he didn't pay the creature much mind as he approached. Currently he was off duty but the wicked never rested, so neither would he.

"Good day," he said, and while his tone was polite his voice was rather stiff as usual. He didn't know this guard particularly, but perhaps they'd seen each other about their duties. "How as the service?" he asked curiously. He seemed approachable enough, though there was a glint of something darker in his pale, icy blue eyes.

He had thought about taking off this morning and heading out of town so that he might find those who were questioning to convert them to the cause. But more than that, he wished to find those unworthy and eliminate them. It was his calling, his true duty to the stars and the Gods above to do so, of that he was certain. But he supposed a day 'in' would be just as well...

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Exalted Bacchae

Exalted dipped her head politely to her fellow guild-member. She knew of him, just due to the fact that she'd seen him around when they were fulfilling their separate duties. Good day." She said back, polite, as usual. She always remembered her manners lest someone give her a reason not to. Those who did not believe properly.

"Good, as always." She thought back to the lessons of the day and remarked further, "The priest gave a lesson on the importance of the family and of nation. Of the lessons that The Father instills in us, to be loyal and steadfast. To be vigilance in these times of Fae and heretics, that we should not let our guard be let down." She appreciated that he was curious on the lesson. It showed that he was a believer and that to her, spoke volumes about a wolf's character.

"A shame that you could not make it." She assumed, anyway, since he'd asked her about it. "The priest did a far better job than I on relaying the Good Word. I suppose that is why I am a guard and not a priest." That and she enjoyed prosecuting nonbelievers and vagrants more than preaching to others. "I am Exalted Bacchae." Maybe he recognized the family name, maybe he did not. In her tenure in the guard, she aimed to make sure the Bacchae were a household name. "Who might I have the pleasure of addressing this night?"

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He was glad to hear the service had gone well; it was refreshing to know the stars will was alive and well within his homeland. His nostrils twitched slightly, taking in Exalted's scent as she spoke her name. "Ah, a Bacchae?" he hummed thoughtfully before offering a small smile. A hint of recognition of the name could be seen in his pale gaze, though he had never really interacted with her family name he had heard some things about it. "It's nice to formally meet," he added before lowering his muzzle slightly and then giving his own name. "Baptiste Soleil."

His gaze shifted past her momentarily to the people still walking out of the Holy See and eventually the crowd walking past them dispersed and they were left more or less alone. It seemed like it took forever, but in reality it was mere moments. "I'll have to make time for the next service," he said as his gaze shifted back to the large woman. "If you don't mind my asking, what have they put you on today? I'm off, though a little bored from it." he said, his voice low, tone even.

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