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Tangy scent of blood distracted her senses from the world around her. With the resistance of the flesh beneath her otherwise useless cutting utensil, her mind moved to another world, a world where the sun was bright and warm and her family was whole and content in their place. She knew better than to assume their place would raise in the world; they would never be like the di Viteri or Tzazti, but she liked to believe things were better. Baphomet ruined so many things. Without their elder, frailer sister, they had been forced from Eterne. It wasn't such a horrible fate, as the boys would have had to leave eventually, and she was glad she was allowed to go with him. As a female, she couldn't participate in ehecatl, but she would damn sure try, and her family could be just as proud of her for mothering children.
Her golden fingers began peeling the flesh from the small lapin critter, staining her own fur a sickly orange hue. The pelt would be given to her only important possession, adopted Citlali would could make something from it, and the rest would be burned or buried. Momoztli would enjoy His present from one of His daughters, she was sure, and it would give her fortune for the future. Perhaps she would succeed in finding the precious siblings she had lost within the snow.
A pause in her work was caused by the sudden scent of another, and fae-like face turned ever so slightly over her shoulder to glance at the blue-eyed monster who had sat in her vicinity. Never before had someone been so interested in her work, and it caused a faint startled gaze to fall upon the black-furred wolf. Her sacrifices had been made in private once upon a time. Still, she would not turn him away; her face returned to the other corpse at her knees. "Momoztli don' protec the wulves, or aye would offor you a chance to give Him faevor also." Her words were spoken in a very matter-of-fact tone as the second rabbit succumbed to the same fate as the first.
Hands soaked in blood, she slid to her knees, crawling to join the male in silence. Black fur was not something she was accustomed to, as the coyotes of her home were never such a dark hue. It was fascinating to fire eyes, which found themselves locked upon cobalt gaze and unable to turn. Though she rarely gave thought to wolves, it was clear those of Anathema were far more handsome than those of the rest of the world. Naniko had displayed the same strange beauty to the foreign female.
One delicate hand rose in attempt to touch the soft-looking fur upon the male's face. "Extraño lobo negro." Her eyes narrowed as she moved her gaze from his face to his torso. "Did you enjoy the demonstrasion?"
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