tell them that she's not sacred

Eris Eternity · 05-26-2010, 12:39 AM

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Eris had never been truly close to death, and so she was unfamiliar with it. Perhaps the closest she had come was a moment entirely unknown to her, faded from memory entirely. These were the earliest moments of her life, when her one-eyed mother had looked on her four children and saw that one was larger, darker than the rest—the earliest signs of Salvaged Eternity, signs that would only strengthen as Eris grew older. Those early moments were the ones when Kaena had contemplated ending the child's life, staring at the intensely different child, wondering if it would be better to simply snap her neck.

Eris did not know this, however, and perhaps the closest she'd been since was during the journey here, when hunger and exhaustion had made her lean and thin. Were it not for Itzcitla, surely she would have perished. Her chartreuse eyes drew back to Snake again, and a thin and tired smile drew across her sable-furred muzzle, just barely reflected in her now-dulled chartreuse eyes. “Even so, it's good to forget for a little while,” she said, motioning to the bottle of water, thinking of her initial hope for it. She was not much of a drinker, but the desire to do so seized her now and again regardless. It did not occur to Eris how immature and whiny she must have sounded, but she felt better than she had initially—maybe she had only needed to vent once, and Snake had been the unlucky receptacle for her anger and confusion.

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