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Eris Eternity · 12-28-2011, 02:26 PM

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Form	Info Date: 30 Dec Time: Midnight Words: 640

Amherst

Eris is by me!

The dark hybrid had traveled north. Just yesterday, she had been utterly blindsided by the birth of her son, Basilaris. Her body still ached from his coming, but she was not incapacitated with her discomfort. His birth had been easier than the one before -- Ataxia, Artemisia, Harrow, Solanaceae, and Shibboleth. Shibboleth, who so looked like her brother. Where Shibboleth had been weak and sickly, however, Basilaris was strong.

She knew enough to know he had come early. He was the only one of his litter, as well -- both oddities. Despite these disadvantages, the puppy had come into the world yowling and struggling. Basilaris's size belied his prematurity; from the looks of him, one might take him for a full-term. Eris did not lay with Larkspur so frequently anymore, however, and she thought she knew when Basilaris had been conceived. These days, sex was at her request; Larkspur no longer approached her regarding the subject.

While this disappointed the sable-hued hybrid in some ways, it was more convenient than it was displeasing. She could have who she wanted, in any case -- she made it clear what happened to those who scorned her. Itachi was no longer among their highest echelons, and perhaps that was a little of her doing. Sirius had his own reasons, but Eris had been a contributing factor, of course; as with many things, her dealings in this change were surreptitious. She could not have all of Salsola knowing she had been scorned, and even Siri did not know the whole truth.

It was not Itachi or Sirius she wanted now, though. Her heart had shifted, however slightly, upon looking at his pale, tiny face. He was Larkspur's child, there was no doubt of this, and perhaps now a part of Eris loved Larkspur. He had given her beautiful children before, but Basilaris? No, Basilaris was something else entirely. She loved her other children no less now that he had arrived, but she saw clearly enough -- he had been touched, caressed by some spirit in her womb.

The night wind whistled as it prowled through the emptied streets of this northerly town. Eris had never been this far north before, and if she had not been in such a glowing haze, she might have pondered at that small fact of life. The tiny town lay before her, and the sable woman and her smaller coyote slave stood on a hilltop, brilliant chartreuse eyes surveying the lay of the land. Larkspur had departed for Freetown prior to Basilaris's birth, and Eris thought he had been delayed -- or worse, perhaps he had chosen to remain in Freetown of his own accord.

He had taken his wretched slave with him, the rusty dog-girl he cared for so. The sable-hued woman cared for Molcaxitl, certainly, but she cared for her coyote slave as one cares for a particularly valuable, irreplaceable belonging. She was property, no more. Eris thought Larkspur's relationship with his slave-girl was particularly unhealthy, but she would be the last to smear her mate publicly, and kept such thoughts entirely to herself, divulging them to no one.

Molca shivered beside her, and Eris spared the woman a glance. Though the slave was bundled tightly, it would not seem she was built for this weather. Build a fire, if you'd like, she purred to the slave, having no intent of helping. She would watch and see if she could see Larkspur's return. He would bring news of Pandemic, but her news was more important, she thought. The dark woman stood as her slave built the fire, lighting it after struggling in the salty breeze. Eris settled next to it, though she kept her back to the fire, unlike her slave. She would not have the light ruin her distance sight.

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