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Eris Eternity · 12-01-2010, 09:46 PM

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So she had her answer. She had her knowledge -- the forbidden thing her mother had held over her head for as long as she could remember, and Eris finally had it. Whatever ties she had to Inferni should have been cleanly severed, destroyed -- but where else could she go? Anathema was not yet a reality, and the sable-shaded woman did not know if she belonged with them. They were wolves, and she -- well, she wasn't a coyote, but she was not certain if she was a wolf, either. More than anything, Eris felt alone, and desperately so. Whatever friendships she had crafted in Inferni were little more than acquaintances, really. She did not know Snake very well, and she had seen him only once since their initial meeting. She liked Sepirah well enough, but she did not trust the girl -- it was plain to see the jackal was inundated with the Infernian lifestyle.

With the falling sun, the sable-shaded woman knew she ought to head home -- there were still belongings and possessions to fetch within the coyote territory. Itzcitla was still there, likely still sleeping in their shared room in the D'Neville Mansion. The coyote hybrid did not move, however -- she had not yet left Halcyon, excepting the brief venture southward when she had met Misery. Today was no exception; though she did not keep close to the bustling center of activity that was to become Anathema, she had not ventured beyond what might very well become their borderlands. Eris felt like something of a ghost -- she was not comfortable with them, but she was not wanted in Inferni, either. Her mother would never really love her -- there would always be that slight reservation, the distrust of the supposedly bad blood she had inherited from Salvaged.

Though she was not yet feeling the most draining effects of pregnancy, the chartreuse-eyed woman was tired too often to be of any patrolling use; today was no exception. She hardly moved from her spot on the rolling hills, not feeling quite terrible enough not to move, yet disinclined to so much as try. She wanted her cat back, she wanted everything in her room -- actually, if she could have had her room back without Inferni surrounding it, she certainly would have taken that. She had become accustomed to the space, and it made her feel quite safe. There was a feeling of loss without this space, and she could not shake it.

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