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His breathing swelled over her, and her heart seemed to beat in time with it, her chartreuse gaze drawn into the baby blue colors of his own. The coal-colored lids of these eyes fell steadily, hypnotically drawn into him, connecting herself to him and feeding off of him. Noir's blood surged in her mouth and her nose, the sharp scent of it coating the air, flowing through her mouth and nose as she breathed, drawing deep into her lungs and surging through her body. Finally, the last slit of chartreuse disappeared from her gaze, replaced by matted and bloodied fur.
Fire and shadow exploded in her vision and her head jerked backwards, rolling to point her muzzle straight to the sky. The periwinkle and deep navy shades of night were slowly creeping into the eastern horizon, the west still stained a fiery gold, but Eris saw none of it—instead the flame and shade and blood swirled in her closed eyes. She was silent, but she had begun to tremble, dragons and demons and devils rising from the flame and taking shape from the smoke before a blackened sun exploded over all of it, turning it to ash. The ash and dust swirled and roared and took the shape of a lizard, impossibly large and winged, all jagged angles and protruding bone. The dragon swallowed the sun, and all went dark. There was no recognition or understanding in Eris yet—she was a mute witness to all this, unable to interpret it and blind and deaf and stupid as any other wolf-cow meandering among the packs here.
A single familiar word echoed through all of this from the chocolate-furred man and drew her back into consciousness from the trembling and black chasm of madness she dangled over, the in-between world where she might always become stuck. The convulsions and trembles ceasing as her mind returned in waves, flowing back into her body from whatever other world she saw when she went there. The fire no longer burned over her eyes, but as they reopened a distinctive tingle remained, and maybe it would for days. There was tiredness in her eyes now, but their brilliance had not faded for it. “My mother,” was the whispered response, automatic and unfeeling. Kaena had not granted her this—this was something she had taken for herself, crafted and honed down to a dagger's point in Eterne. Her family did not know of this lurking power within the sable-furred canine.
His claws gripped at her flesh, but she could not feel the pinpricks of pain welling there. “I saw a birth,” she said quietly, pausing before she continued. “And a dragon. The dragon consumed it,” the sable-furred hybrid said. Her voice was low, shaken and drawn thin with the exertion of having viewed those otherworldly things. Whether the consumption of the birth was a foreboding tragedy or an imminent miracle, Eris could not say. Ometeotl had not shown her this, maybe because he did not know—maybe because she should not know.
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