pilgrim beside the fire

Eris Eternity · 04-06-2011, 09:12 PM

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None of that nervous energy had faded from the coal-shaded woman had faded away; it was still there, bubbling and burning beneath the surface. She had been momentarily distracted by the prospect of clambering up onto the draft horse's back, and now that the experience was over, her mind was free to roll over and over Wretch's disappearance again, wondering what could have possibly happened to the girl. Her fingers, curled tightly into the horse's mane, loosened their grip, nervously twisting and twirling the silky pale hair. Her bright green eyes roved over the area almost neurotically, looking for any physical sign of Wretch left behind. He spoke, and her gaze swung toward him, the grown apparent on her face. He spoke again and told Eris to hold on, and she did, clinging to the horse's back as they picked up speed, running after Larkspur.

The heavy gait of the equine kept pace with the dark figure ahead, moving through the shadows as a slightly darker blur. The canorous noise of the hooves beating against the grass had increased in tempo, thundering faster now. Eris leaned forward against the wind, her ears pressed back and her eyes half-slitted. The faster pace did not frighten her, but she still certainly did not want to go flying off toward the darkened ground, and so she held on tighter, winding her fingers into the horse's mane. When she lifted her head to look where they were, she saw they were quite near northwestern most edge of the Anathema border, heading toward Inferni. She seemed to stiffen at this -- though she knew Wretch was too far wolf to be accepted in the clan, she did not know that they would cast her out, either. She was, after all, some sort of family, and she did hold some coyote blood.

hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds

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