tell them that she's not sacred

Eris Eternity · 05-18-2010, 02:25 AM

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For the present generation of the Lykoi, Eris's fur color was indeed an anomaly—her mother and her siblings were generally gray or goldish in color, or some mix of the two. Black was not common to any of them, and Eris was alone in her numerous maternal half-siblings with that distinction. However, sable-coloration was not completely unknown in the Tirones's maternal heritage—her grandfather, Andre, had possessed a sable coat, as had her half-uncle Kairo. She had yet to learn of these two from Kaena, and perhaps she never would learn of the latter.

“More fun if it was alcohol, but no big,” the coyote commented softly. There was no great disappointment in the shadowy female, and she rolled her shoulders in a shrug, drawing closer to the taupe-furred man, settling to her knees beside him at his introduction, figuring that was good enough of an invitation. “Eris,” she said, truncating her surname. It meant nothing to her, so why would she advertise herself as a Lykoi? She did not know what it meant to be one, and her mother had refused to teach her thus far—the scarred woman had been practically unreachable to the sable-furred woman in the past few weeks. “Been here long?” she asked, curious to hear his story.

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