Do not pray for me

Eris Eternity · 05-01-2012, 12:21 PM

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Eris is by Kiri, a gift from Sylvey!

The shadow-furred Auxiliary did not think anything would replace her family. Salsola was Family, yes, but they were not her mate and child. She would mourn for others of Salsola, but this depth of sorrow was reserved for her nuclear family. The hybrid, with her sharp green eyes, seemed at a loss for a moment, a misty-eyed look coming about her, and she looked down toward a liquid substance. Eris thought it might be a gift, and a small spark of something other than sadness started in her. Things were still good -- things might very well be the key to her escape from this sort of misery.

When Isabella spoke, the dark coyote listened with pricked ears, looking on the jar with a faint smile. She could smell the substance within, the fresh sort of scent that accompanied spring and rebirth. Her vernal season, however, was filled with death; her lively birdsongs were turned to dirges, and all her flowers were funeral bouquets. A lovely thing, the hybrid purred, indicating with her nose the empty spaces in the wall to Isabella's right. Put it there, if you would? she requsted. She hadn't the energy to shift, or at least she felt, but she did not wish to admit such a thing.

If you can speak a magic word to make me forget, do so, the coyote said, shaking her head with a frown. I know no magic to heal this hurt. Her arts accompanied death and were those of foresight, but this had blindsided her entirely. Perhaps this was the ill omen she'd sensed before Basilaris, perhaps not -- it had been many months since the pale child's birth. Why would she see have seen such a distant tragedy? It was cruel to think this was the case, and so the dark woman dismissed it summarily.

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