no bones, no ghosts

Eris Eternity · 01-01-2012, 10:01 AM

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Eris is by Poppz!

Sirius had never tried to own Eris. Neither had Larkspur, for that matter, but it was more important that Sirius had never tried such a thing. Eris would not tolerate being owned by a man -- or a woman, for that matter. She served the Boss, as she served Salsola, but she was owned by neither. Eris could leave at any time she pleased, and though she could never return if she did, the coyote woman would not be tied so wholly and completely to a place as to be its slave. No, what kept her in Salsola was love, pure and simple. She loved Sirius, she loved the rest of her pack, and she loved the life they crafted there together.

Even if the dark man ahead of her had never tried to own her, he might have, all the same, in the way that Larkspur owned her as mate. Much as she balked at the idea, mateship was a form of ownership, and Sirius would have dominated her as easily as she had taken Larkspur. Though she might not own his soul, she owned its physical embodiment. This much was clear from the way he bowed to her and kept his place. He could have taken her and torn her in two pieces, if he so desired. Instead, her dark made had chosen subservience to her, and this was no less than Eris expected. Sirius had never seemed particularly interested in such things as mateship, at least not with Eris, anyway, and the sable-hued woman thought that was just fine.

The man before her pulled his horse to a stop, and Eris watched with glittering chartreuse eyes as he peered around, motioning with his hand. Though she did not know the precise meaning of the signal, its meaning was clear enough, and she kept her mouth shut, putting one hand on Trader's neck to sooth the gelding. He rarely needed soothing, being so calm and even of temperament, and Eris remained quiet as Sirius bent to the earth, moving into the trees shortly thereafter. For her part, Eris peered around from the horse's back, trying to see what she could from her higher vantage. It was fruitless, however, as the sable she-wolf knew better than anyone Sirius would discern more in one second than she could in ten minutes about this land and the strangers within it.

He returned to her with a sour look upon his face, and the woman peered at him inquisitively, her ears perking to hear his words. His announcement brought Eris's own sour look to her face, and the woman sighed heavily, looking at the ground a moment. Her piercing gaze looked to Sirius, then, though they never met his apple-hued eyes. What shall we do? she inquired, the look of worry plain across her face. Salsola had been in its own corner when they'd selected this land of Drifter Bay. Now, Ichika, Inferni, and this novation hemmed them into a corner. It made Eris nervous, and she hoped her anxiety did not show as plainly on her face as she felt it in her bones.

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