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Eris Eternity · 03-02-2011, 09:26 AM

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Date: 02 March

Setting: The Dampwoods, Musquodoboit Valley.

Time: Late afternoon.

Character Form: Optime.

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Pampered and treated exceptionally well throughout her youth, Eris was used to everything being provided for her. Her Kimaris uncles had provided all the food she needed, and with the markets, there was not even a need to hunt. Those that chose to in Eterne generally did so for the sheer sport of it, though of course, unlike some humans, they still consumed what they caught. Ritualistic hunting was not uncommon, either, though as it was not sanctioned by the Atotozli, it was not overabundant. Despite this upbringing, the sable-shaded woman was presented, for the first time in her life, with some responsibility. She had children now, and she had to provide for them. It was not as if Larkspur did a poor job of this -- on the contrary, the father of her children provided for them all with ease. However, the sable-shaded woman was not a fool, and she realized that in Larkspur's absence she would be utterly dependent on the pack to provide for her as well as her children.

It was for this reason, as well as her own feelings of inadequacy, that had spurred her to begin working to better herself. Strangely enough, some weeks after her conversation with Tayui, a brown wolf had showed up in Anathema bearing the name Sirius -- his mother, Dierdre, would have been some kind of cousin or niece to Eris. Thus, they were related. It was on this fact that Eris had struck up a conversation with him, and now, nearly two months later, they had become far closer friends. Sirius had begun assisting Eris with some of her skills, especially that of hunting. She was now capable of taking down the occasional rabbit, though she was still a fumbling, clumsy fool for the most part. Though she hated the way Sirius laughed at her, she tolerated it amazingly well. At least he did not share how inept she really was with everyone else, or so she thought. Either he was quiet about it or the rest of the pack was simply too nice to mock her for it.

She kept most of her practicing far away from the prying eyes of the pack. The sable-shaded hybrid still feared their derision, of course, as she did not wish to be known as the useless fool who could not even secure a meal for herself. Today, the hybrid had spent most of the day chasing the fleet-footed rabbits in her Lupus form, unable to catch more than two -- one was old and had some kind of injury to its rear leg, while the second seemed to be suffering from some kind of eye injury. Sirius had taught her how to skin them and how to cure their small pelts, which were mostly useless except as trinkets, far too small to be of any warming use to a Luperci. The coyote hybrid had discovered what had seemed to be a small village at the bottom of the sloping mountain, nestled in between higher land. There were a few ruined houses here and there, though some still seemed to be standing. A twisted tree here and there told of a flood some time earlier, and the hybrid was not surprised by this. In the spring, she would avoid this lowlands area.

For the moment, however, the cold was certainly strong enough to hold the snow in place and keep it from melting to nothingness. The coal-hued woman trotted toward a half-standing shack. One of the walls was entirely ruined, exposing the innards of the tiny building to all the elements. It was far too wet to consider building a fire, but the sable-shaded woman found a relatively dry corner of the shed, clearing it of some debris before settling down with the two rabbit corpses, laying the first across her lap while she sat the second at her side. They were both winter-thin and, as always, winter thin. There was little sustenance in them, but Eris did not care -- she was hungry and she had worked hard at this all goddamn day. It was more progress than she had made in months.

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