Because he grants me a dream

Eris Eternity · 05-31-2011, 06:43 PM

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the world shudders as the worm gets its wings

He was her sweet boy, the child who looked most like his parents. Eris engaged in no favoritism when it came to the appearance of her children, but Pandemic most resembled her and Larkspur, she thought, with his coat the color of deep shadow. He would grow and look like Larkspur, she thought, all size and ferocity, but he would have her delicateness, too. It was apparent already in his movements, his features -- peering at him and watching him eat, the hybrid woman still could hardly believe that he was hers. It was as if he had arisen from the dirt itself, whole and perfect as he was, with no effort on her part. She could not remember the pain of childbirth so well while looking at Pan; with the memory but a faint whisper in her head, she quietly vowed that she would endure it a hundred thousand times to have children as strong and beautiful as Pan would be someday, as he was now.

As Pandemic began picking at the rabbit's flesh, the coal-hued woman herself bent to tear a few sparse strips of flesh from the carcass, though she did not eat much, instead preferring to allow Pandemic his fill of the choicest pieces. She would hunt again, slow and shameful process it was. Pandemic's stomach came before her own. His and Salvia's -- she might have still put Wretch before herself, too, but the sable-hued woman did not know where her pale daughter had gone. Glittering chartreuse eyes regarded the boy silently as she drew back, a faint frown apparent on her wolfish face.

“You miss your sister,” she ventured, knowing he would realize which sister she spoke of. Pandemic and Salvia were nigh inseperable; it was the pale sister she referenced, the ghost who had disappeared from their lives while they still dwelled in Anathema's caves.

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