come fire, come water

Eris Eternity · 11-19-2011, 06:00 AM

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Sky and Eris actually had a thread together before! :3 I think her appearance has changed enough, though, so Eris doesn't recognize her here... she can later or something. o:

Eris is by Poppz!

Behind her somewhere, the sounds of motion and excitement. Eris's attention whirled from the kittens and in the direction of a frightened whinny, followed shortly by the clopping sounds of a galloping horse. The dark hybrid peered curiously in this direction, hunkering down just slightly. It did not matter if she lost her supplies and the horse. Her life was most important, after all.

Her bright chartreuse eyes caught sight of movement, and her crouch became more pronounced. For the moment, she'd forgotten the gory scene behind her, and the still-live kittens. She was unarmed, as usual, and the sable coyote had gotten no better at fighting and defense than she had been upon first arriving in Inferni. She could run -- dash for the horse and hope they met somewhere ahead. Running was rash, however, and she was not entirely convinced the stranger posed a threat.

Indeed, the tawny canine meandered over rather casually. Eris gawked at her for a moment, certain she knew this woman from somewhere, but could not identify the woman, where they might have met, or anything else about her. The sable coyote passed this off as a coincidence, and rolled her shoulders in a shrug, offering a hesitant smile. This one was casual enough, but the dark hybrid was ever wary of outsiders and their knavery; she did not relax her guard completely, even standing straight as she was now.

Your guess is as good as mine, The Auxiliary said, offering an indifferent shrug of both shoulders. She leaned against the wall of the brick building in her own casual way, and tilted her head at the body and kittens. Hunting, maybe. Or maybe she was just headed home and tore her belly on some piece of metal, even, the sable woman posulated, this time shrugging the shoulder not against the wall. Do you know what kind of cat it is? she inquired. Though she had experience with Itzcitla and her cougar, the sable-hued woman was hardly an expert in identifying felines, and she was not quite certain what this one was. Surely not a mountain lion; it was too small and too fuzzy for that. Still, she was uncertain, and she would not bring home another cougar, no matter how luxurious the pelt had been.

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