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Eris Eternity · 07-27-2010, 09:05 AM

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Word Count :: 389 Forward-dated to July 29. :O

The sable-shaded canine was sore as hell. There was nothing on her that didn't ache and hadn't ached for the past two days; she had a mean headache since Halo had beat her up, and her face didn't feel too great, either. Her eye had been swollen shut the first day, and the shadowy woman hadn't even been able to open it. Now it was opened up, but the light hurt it so much she had to keep it closed. Her lower lip had swollen up to impossibly large proportions, and flapped almost uselessly, giving her permanent grimace. She supposed she was lucky she hadn't lost any teeth, but she hurt no less for it.

Her fingers worked like mad on this new creation, this tiny little doll. It was vaguely man-shaped, though it was extremely thin and it possessed ears and a tail like a Luperci. Eris had carved this thing out of wood, taking a kitchen knife so she did not have to damage her ritual dagger. This kitchen knife was plunged into the ground next to her, and now her fingers were whirling and winding string around every possible surface of this wooden center. The string was sienna brown, as close a match to Halo's fur color as the sable-shaded canine could find. Though she had procured her supplies from within the mansion, the hybrid took her little project outside, settling down in the gardens just beyond the front door.

Though the summer day was gorgeous, the sable hybrid took no notice of the afternoon passing her by; the birds were singing and the sun was shining brightly, but everything in Eris's world was dark and cloudy. As she wound the string up to the doll's head, she stopped a moment, searching the grass beside her. There was a small chunk of hair there, cinnamon red in color. The hybrid smiled, and set this hair against the string, winding more of it around and around this hair, tying it into place. She tugged on it to make sure it was secure, and grinned. Though there were no features on this little doll to discern it as Halo beyond the hair and fur, the sable-shaded woman knew it would work—the hair would connect it to Halo. Now she just needed to breathe life into the doll.

Silas Agata · 08-23-2010, 11:14 PM

Oh hai thur. +3
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With delicate fingers, she had removed the self-made bone bracelet and wound the golden dragon around her wrist. When pale eyes had first set on it, the young Russian knew it would complement the sienna of her fur beautifully. The fact that she had seemed to agree only made the moment more perfect. And yet, the boy was confused still. He had gone out on a limb to rely his feelings to her, but things were no less complicated than before. In all honesty, Silas wasn’t sure what he could do.

He had spent the morning in his room tucked away on the second floor, but Silas was starting to realize he needed to get some fresh air – the window of his bedroom not exactly functional anymore. His thoughts had revolved consistently around the Hydra, and he couldn't dispel them even if he tried. Outside of his door a moment was spared to cast a glance down the hallway, searching for signs of her presence. When he found none, Silas descended the stairs and made his way towards the outside.

With fur colored as dark as the night sky, she appeared to be nothing more than a silhouette against the backdrop of the garden. Silas knew it was not someone he had spoken to before, but had seen glimpses of the woman before. Her name was just as much of a mystery as she herself, but with no concrete plans of what to do that afternoon, Silas figured it couldn’t hurt to introduce himself. Inferni may have had a reputation for being cruel, but that would never expel his natural tendency to show a gentler disposition.

"Vhat’ve you got there?" Soft baritone sounded as Silas made his way closer. He came from behind and had yet to see her face, but as he came around to stand at her side, pale gaze caught sight of the small doll in her hands. It looked almost like a tiny replica of a Luperci, and the Russia wondered if perhaps it was some sort of decoration, or maybe even a child’s toy. His focus sought her face, though it was obscured by her downturned gaze as she worked.

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Eris Eternity · 08-27-2010, 06:13 AM

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The sable coyote was not as skilled in this aspect as she was with the blood and organs. There were some in Eterne who did not even require a piece of someone to make their dolls work, but Eris had never been trained in such arts, and even if she had been, she simply did not possess the natural skill required for such tasks. Her own talent was with blood, with the seat of blood in the body—the liver. That was where she derived her power, and that was how she had to animate this tiny wooden imitation. Of course, the sable-shaded hybrid did not need anything along the caliber of a wolf's liver to animate this little thing; the blood and force of a small prey animal would do the trick just well.

A voice startled her, and she drew back, squinting her one good chartreuse eye at the other man. The sable-shaded woman looked more like her mother than she would have liked to hear at that very moment, what with her one eye swollen shut. Eris was in no mood for company, but the wolf did not look a thing like her—a non-Lykoi seemed a rare thing to find, and so the sable woman proped up the little doll, skittering it back and forth on her knees in a parody of walking. “Making a little dollie,” the woman cooed, smiling through her broken face at the other canine, genuinely pleased with herself despite her sour mood and pain. Moving her face in such a manner caused pain, of course, so as quickly as the smile appeared, it was gone, replaced with a scowl at the sudden jolt of discomfort that shot through her face.

Silas Agata · 08-29-2010, 04:02 PM

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Pale eyes traced the pronounced spiral scarring on her shoulder while her gaze remained downturned. As soon as Eris turned to find him, Silas let his focus travel to her broken face. Though he had been intrigued by the design on her shoulder (for it couldn’t have been battle inflicted – not with such a pattern as that) Silas was now more concerned with the swollen features that dominated the Equites’ face. At her words, pale eyes found the doll again and his lips only pulled half-heartedly into a grin. So it was some sort of toy, though he had never seen anything like it before. He wondered if perhaps it was a gift for one of the younger members of the clan. But for now, he was more curious about her injuries. Surely whoever had done this would need to face consequences for their crime.

"Who did zhat to you?" With one hand, Silas lazily gestured towards her face. The grin that had been present for no longer than a few seconds had dissolved into a grimace, making it clear that she was in pain. Silas didn’t like to see anyone suffer, let alone someone from his clan, his family. His mind instantly pictured the male Hydra whom the young Russian had encountered upon his first visit to the clan’s lands. Because of the scars marking his own muzzle, Silas held a bias against the man. He would have not been surprised in the least to hear that this was his doing. If it was, it would only give Silas more motivation to unleash his buried fury against the bastard. He was older now and had grown into his frame, so perhaps he’d be able to hold his own in a battle against the warrior. Silas was no natural fighter, but he had the rugged build of the influencing Russian pirate blood running through his veins. "Zhey vill have to pay for vhat zhey did," and his hands involuntarily clenched into fists.

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Eris Eternity · 09-07-2010, 04:49 AM

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Of course this canine was attractive; the sable-shaded woman was not blind to the curves and musculature of his body. She would have been far more appreciative of such a thing if she had not been in such pain, with a steady beat of it in time with her heart throbbing through her face. Though she knew how to take some of the pain away with warmed water and a cloth, the sable canine was not a healer, and she did not know any more than she had already done. The man's concern only endeared him to her further, and she played up her drama, turning her head away as if in shame or embarrassment, though she had turned her head toward the sun, which did little to shade the markings and swelling from sight. “One of my family members,” she said, a melodramatic whine to her voice.

“Gabriel sorted it out, but...” Eris said, clearly dissatisfied. Halo had not shed a drop of blood, and yet here she was still aching, days after the fact. That was not fair in her eyes—maybe she had provoked the cinnamon-shaded woman, but she should have known to keep the rats locked away in her room where they were safe. Eris wasn't the only one with a distaste for them; Itzcitla did not know the difference between a pest animal and those pet animals. Though Eris had tried to tell him not to kill anything, it was hard to train a cat to care about much high speech, and Eris did not know low speech. Independent as the ocelot was, would he even have listened?

Silas Agata · 09-27-2010, 12:19 PM

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By turning her head, Silas was no longer permitted to look down upon her chartreuse yellow eyes. Instead, pale eyes subconsciously studied her darkened fur, catching the subtle tones of auburn as the sunlight coaxed the red from its natural onyx. His mind, however, was turning over the words the woman had spoken to him. He couldn’t believe someone of her own family could be this cruel; it was obvious she had been caused much pain. He became aware of his hands, which had involuntarily clenched into fists, and he felt some sense of responsibility to pursue the matter further. It was obvious that this woman wasn’t satisfied with whatever it was that Gabriel had done to “sort it out”, so the Vigiles assumed that perhaps he could help.

Taking a few steps closer, circling around her some, Silas crouched down to the earth while his pale eyes swept towards her own face once more. "Your family did zhis to you?" His voice was gentle, as if speaking about it too loudly might bring about more pain. Now that he was closer to her and his gaze was at a similar level to hers, Silas could easily trace the swollen injuries that dominated her face. The more he studied her, the more he was angered. "How cruel," he muttered under his breath, pale eyes falling from her face for a moment to again take in the sight of the peculiar little doll. Now that he was looking at it again, he realized vaguely that it reminded him of the Inferni princess; the same family member who had brought about such painful throbbing to the woman situated in front of him. "Eef you vant me to do somezhing about eet..." his voice trailed away. Though he didn’t provide exactly what he planned to do to the perpetrator, Silas figured Eris would still understand the place his words were leading them. He brought his gaze to find hers and a slight, lopsided smile found his muzzle. He had promised himself he’d do his best to protect his clan, his family.

Eris Eternity · 10-08-2010, 06:19 AM

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It was no surprise to the dark woman that her family would betray her in such a fashion; if her own mother was willing to keep such sensitive information such as the identity of her father from her, if the originator of all these Lykoi would engage in such betrayal, what was shedding a little blood between family members? Eris did not think it was so out of the ordinary, but her utter lack of surprise did nothing to stymie her rage. “Just one of them. Halo. I think she's my niece,” the coyote said dismissively, clearly indifferent to her relations with these barbarians. She had been raised as a princess of the sand and desert; she did not belong among these cretins. Of course, she could not have known about the dark-haired man's relationship with her blood relative, however interesting she might have found such knowledge.

The coal-colored woman shrugged her shoulders slowly and carefully, her movements stiff with pain and caution not to cause more of it. “She's a woman. I have my own methods of revenge, anyway,” she said, smiling coyly. She was not so bold as to lift the doll and parade it about, but she did glance at it, her yellow-green eyes studying the rudimentary handiwork of the body. Some of these dolls were so pretty, the sable-shaded woman did not understand how some could destroy them.

OOC Ending: Silas got all D: after this, and asked what the doll was for. Eris was all, "Well I will use it to get my vengeance*~*~*" in a creepy, spooktacular voice. And then Silas was all "Hey! No! Gimme dat!" and Eris was all "OMG NO :|" and theeeen Silas stomped away while giggling that Halo did such a good job on Eris's stupid dumbface. /BEST OOC ENDING EVER

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