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Eris Eternity · 05-07-2010, 04:35 AM

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The air was intensely different here. It was cleaner, quieter... more peaceful. Eris paused, standing with her back to a small stand of trees, surrounded by untamed and unkept underbrush. There was a sort of path several feet back on the trail, true, but Eris had wandered off of it, standing in the underbrush so as to be half-obscured by it, her waist completely surrounded by the spring's greenery. She wasn't used to plants such as these, animals such as the ones that roamed here. Neither was Itzcitla, but the pair had separated some time earlier, perhaps with the feline attempting to bring down something for dinner.

The relative silence of the world around her allowed her to concentrate, and her chartreuse-colored eyes half-lidded as she listened to the world beneath the sounds, trying to hear the old ghosts that no doubt lurked these lands. There were always ghosts, but it had been harder to hear them in Eterne—the noise and the bustle of life obscured those sounds and buried them beneath their din. The sable-furred coyote did hear the other canine's approach, but she didn't stir for a long minute, not until she was actually addressed—she had been hoping to go unnoticed, a false hope. Her yellow-gold eyes opened and she turned around, already a sour sneer planted on her face, widening as she saw the pale white pelt of the other woman, her wolfish features.

“Just adorable! Did you come up with that brilliant name yourself?” Eris asked, her voice twisted to sickly sweet as she watched the other canine's ridiculous approach, the saccharine grin splayed across that white muzzle itching to be scraped off. She did not move toward the other canine, though she had fully turned and remained where she was. It had been a while since she'd been faced with a wolf like this—she was far too used to seeing them as slaves, as was customary in Eterne. Eris wasn't generally given to fighting—she was used to others having no choice but to submit to her advances and whims. In Eterne, no one questioned her, slaves least of all. “Come closer. Let me see your pretty eyes,” the sable-furred canine said, leaning forward toward the other woman. There was something about this one yet, some taint or some touch that drew Eris toward her. She had felt this before, of course, she knew what it was—the call began as a faint feeling of thrumming in her stomach, like the beating of a second heart.

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