malleus maleficarum

Eris Eternity · 05-09-2010, 06:16 PM

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The sable-furred woman hadn't paused to think of whether she was the first, the last, or the thousandth. Her number in line didn't matter—what mattered, unlike many before her, unlike the pallid furred woman who might have even shared blood with the demon—she had tasted him, and lived. That was something to be proud of. He knew her mother's name, maybe that was the reason she had lived.

She didn't like being laughed at, and it showed in a raised lip, a half-hearted snarl showing on her teeth. The coyote hybrid was quiet, even as he spoke of where she was from. Eris hadn't stopped to think about that before. She was not from here, specifically, no—she had been born in the beach to the north, the one that had been abandoned for reasons yet unknown to her. She had seen some great tragedy there, and this was why she had headed south rather than straight home, finding Inferni by faint scent and whispered rumor, knowing she was home when she saw the gleaming white skulls grinning at her from their pikes.

But she had known that first place, ancestor of this second incarnation of Inferni, for only three or four months of her life, and the memories of it were vague, murky at best. She was not from Eterne, but that was the place that had shaped her, that was the place that had molded her—the shade-colored coyote was presented, again, with her particular problem—she knew nothing of what she truly was; nearly the first three years of her life was a lie.

“Maybe I am. Maybe I grew up in the desert,” she said defensively. She did not know what to say—her attempts to discern her own past were all useless, and she knew nothing. Her questions remained unanswered, and so she could not provide them in turn to this sable wolf.

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