[M] i smell a massacre.

Eris Eternity · 10-26-2010, 08:38 PM

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Though Eris had not known rejection prior to the end of her time with Eterne, she questioned whether she had ever known true acceptance, either. There had always been a wary aloofness in the Kimaris, especially as she had developed into a wolfish child, and even she would have had to admit to hearing whispered rumors. Perhaps it was only a matter of time before they found her out. Even that, though, was nothing compared to what she faced upon coming home to Inferni. She doubted whether she had ever truly been a member of the coyote clan; she barely possessed the requisite percentages, failing to realize Gabriel and his siblings were of the same numbers. She just didn't look as coyote as them, though.

It was Larkspur's turn to move at her touch, but she did not remove her hand; instead, she moved it up and away from the gleaming white criss-crossing his otherwise shadowed fur and across his arm and collarbone, resting on his chest. Her yellow-green eyes pierced, staring boldly into the pools of flame-orange. He had shown her kindness. He had not spoken harshly to her. He did not care if she was a wolf. Eris failed to recognize his general apathy, even his ignorance—it was too likely she was wrapped into a similar mindset. Her wheels had dug deep groves into her life's track, and now it was impossible to escape them, lest she wanted to bust a leg. His silence encouraged her, and she stepped forward and closer to him, thighs brushing thighs, her breasts just barely resting against his chest. With each breath they lost contact with him, rising upwards again with her inhalation.

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