[P] Get Me Out of Here

Eris Eternity · 04-28-2011, 04:20 AM

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Word Count » 614 @____@ I rambled a loooot, sorry. You can has skip the first like, three paragraphs. Nothing happens. :| <3 Sorrrrryyyy ;__;

my road to hell is surely paved

Though the coyote woman liked Anathema, a seed of doubt had been placed in her mind alongside a seed of desire. Sirius had been the one to plant both of those there -- he had introduced the thought into her head that perhaps it was not Anathema she was so attached to, but her own family, the mismatched bits and pieces that had gathered together to make a bricolage of a family. He had planted that seed of doubt into her mind, but even more powerful than that was that tiny flower of desire, germinating in the folds of her brain and sprouting into a mighty vine that seemed to wrap about her mind, squeezing all otherwise rational thought of it. There was power to be had, and she need only reach out her hand and pluck it delicately from the air, from nothing.

She had been to the area beyond Inferni, the flat and rolling plains that began at the mountains' end and rolled right to the edge of the earth itself, dropping off into the ocean. The cliffs were not so mighty and impressive, but they weren't a dive she particularly wished to make. It was not a common area for her to visit, but it was stuck in her head -- there was no one in that direction. It was empty and uninhabited, rather unlike these crowded mountains. Inferni had drawn its borders back from Halcyon, it seemed, but Eris could not help but feel crowded by the coyote clan. She would always feel crowded by them, no matter how far she got. It was not coyotes themselves she disliked, however, but one particular brand of coyote -- the Infernians.

Still, her dislike was not so great that she would seek to do them harm; so long as they were indifferent to her existence, she would return the favor. The sable-shaded woman rolled these thoughts over in her head as she rolled the sharp and jagged chunks of amethyst along with them. She kept two with her now, tucked safely into her gris-gris. Though Eris did not truly understand the meaning of these gris-gris things, Ouija had given it to her, and Ouija meant it for her protection and safety. She would not dismiss such a gift, but she used it rather like a pouch in which to hold random objects rather than protective objects. Nyx had told her these rocks were good for increasing one's spiritual connection and facilitating a psychic connection. Eris hardly needed help in the latter area; she needed only consume some funny mushrooms or, apparently, witness a murder.

The sound of a voice startled the coal-hued wolf's thoughts, and she nearly dropped the pieces of amethyst. It was too distant yet to make out the words, but sure as anything, someone had spoken. Chartreuse eyes narrowed to slits as she peered through the dimness; the clouds obscured much of the sunlight today, and it seemed gloomy as dusk. In the distance, she spied a figure -- tall, although with an awkwardly bent posture. His coat was dark as her own and seemingly free of color save some faded hue she could not so much as discern from such a distance. Anathema was a distance behind her; he would seem to be approaching their borders. She stood, though she made no move toward him, nor did she beckon to him; instead, she simply watched, ready to receive him if he were to make his way to her but unwilling to venture further from her own borders. A strange wariness had filled her since Wretch's disappearance, and whatever friendliness toward outsiders had existed in the woman had disappeared.

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