die young and sell my soul.
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Out of Character:
1. Name: Eris Lykoi

2. Birthdate: July 30, 2007

3. Luperci: Ortus

4. Species: 50% Canis lupus, 25% Canis latrans, 12.5% Canis lupus familiaris, 12.5% Canis rufus

5. Gender: Female

6. Contact: AIM, MSN, YIM, twitter, LJ, take your freaking pick. :|

7. How you found 'Souls: I will continue to capslock in answers this question. HURF DURF IT ROSE FROM THE ~*MIST*~ IN FRONT OF ME ONE DAY. 8D


Eris (429)

The sable-furred canine trudged forth wearily. Every step was miserable, and the face of her companion showed clear disgust with this endless cycle. They had been walking and traveling forever now—it was all Eris could even remember. The shadow-hued canine could hardly remember the last time she had a full stomach. Itzcitla had been able to hunt enough to keep them alive, but it was hardly filling, hardly nourishing. At least they were getting close now—Eris knew this in her bones. She also knew not to travel north from where she entered the penninsula—she knew already there was only remnants there. Some great tragedy had torn that land to pieces, she knew.


Eris had not been witness to this event; no one had brought her news of it. But she knew it just as well as if someone had, of course—it was written in blood and bones as clear as day. Most people just didn't know where to look. Eris knew how, though, and despite potential backlash from her former adoptive family, she had risked glancing into what the blood had to say about Inferni and the lands she once called home. Well, now there was no need to ask the ghosts of sacrifices anymore—she was here. There was no denying it—she remembered these skulls, these bones. The memories Eris carried of her former life were murky at best, but she had spent hours poring over the ones she did possess, just in case they held an answer. There was hesitation from Eris for several long moments as she waited, sifting throught the scents on the wind.


Two in particular made the coyote hybrid freeze in place, her chartreuse-shaded eyes steadily widening. Mother was alive, and Vieira was alive. Both of these things came as a shock to Eris—she had thought Kaena was dying when she left her with Astaroth's corpse, and she had never, ever expected that Vieira would have survived the journey from Eterne to Inferni. But the second thing mattered far less than the first revelation to the sable-furred hybrid—her mother was alive. For the first time in quite a long time, hope glittered in the shadow-furred woman's chest. There were definitely answers here—she had come from the desert with just the vaguest hope one of her half-siblings would be able to give her some answers. Eris tossed her head back, and beckoned with a long, low howl—certainly more wolf than coyote, though the high pitch of her smaller ancestor was still discernable in her voice.


Kaena (301)

The silver-furred hybrid had noticed that Inferni's joiners tended to come in droves—the arrival of Mkhai after the long dry spell was quite likely to signal another flood of these joiners. They tended to come in waves, with a whole bunch flooding forth at once, and then none whatsoever for a long period of time. Prior to the war they had one of these influxes, of course—now their numbers had dropped considerably. Hezekiah was dead, and numerous others had floated off or drifted away since then—maybe they were dead, too. Maybe Haku was sitting outside of their territory just waiting, sniping them each off individually—the silver-furred coyote wouldn't have written that off as a possibility, but things had been strangely quiet as of late, aside from the arrival of Mkhai, which the hybrid paraded around and celebrated with much joy.


A call at the borders caught the hybrid's attention immediately, and of course the coyote woman did not recognize her daughter by voice alone. It was only when the silvery Centurion drew closer to the origin of the sound that the scent struck her nose, and she stopped a moment, hesitating mid-step. Eris. There was no mistaking that smell—the silver-furred hybrid had no doubt that it was her daughter. The coyote did not give herself time to contemplate; she rushed forward again haphazardly, tracking the scent with her acute nose. It didn't take her long to find the sable-furred woman on the borders. The coyote had slowed by the time she encountered Eris, and her yellow-golden eye was on the younger woman's shadowy form as she approached. “What do you want here?” Her voice was flat, unwelcoming—the existence of Vieira did not altogether absolve the shadow-furred child of her sins, not by a long shot.


Eris (271)

The sable-furred woman shifted her weight as she waited, her dark ears listening to the sounds of the night. It was quiet here, so different from the din and bustle of Eterne she remembered so well. There were dark memories there now, though—terrible things to accompany her youth and her loving family. The Kimaris were fake, all of them—Astaroth was not her father, Astaroth was her father, she was a wolf, she was a coyote. She did not know what to believe, and the answer was lurking here, locked away behind a single golden-yellow eye.


Before long there were the sounds of an approach, and though it had been years the dark-colored canine remembered that scent well. It was one she was unlikey to forget—maybe all canines remembered their mother in such a primal and instinctive way. A strange and unfamilar nervousness set into Eris's body, and she grew rigid, crouching down to stroke feverishly at the black and yellow fur of her feline companion. The ocelot twisted his head about and peered at her with his unearthy eyes, perhaps sensing something was wrong with his owner. In any case, he was not generally an affectionate animal, and he made no move to comfort her. A voice drew her chartreuse eyes steadily upward, retracing the once-familiar scars. There were more of them than she remembered, though whether that was merely faulty memory or addition to the myriad of marks already crossing her mother's face, Eris did not know.


She stood slowly, swallowing her nervousness and setting her shining yellow-golden eyes on the mismatched ones. “Who is my father?”


Kaena (106)

At the question the ancient coyote went rigid, a line of sable fur rising along her hackles. Her russet-splashed face twisted into a cruel snarl, and she laughed her throaty, rasping laugh. “You leave me for dead and come back asking questions,” she said slowly, her yellow-gold eye burning at the other canine. She had nothing else to say—there would be no warm reunions or open invitations here. The silver-furred hybrid had contemplated this moment for a long time, but there was only the sharp twinge of bitter resentment on her tongue, rather than the stomach-burning hatred and rage she had expected at this reunion.


Eris (266)

The dark-furred Lykoi hadn't known what to expect upon coming here. She had never expected to answer for the crime of leaving her mother for dead—she should have stayed until she was certain Kaena was really dead. Her sable-furred ears flicked downward, as did her muzzle, and her chartreuse gaze broke from her mother's single eye. “I don't know where else to go,” she said softly. There was nowhere else to go, truth be told—Eris did not know how to survive in a pack. Eterne had taught her quite a lot, but she was not accustomed to surviving in the wilderness, and a canine that could not pull its weight was quickly discarded, no matter how pretty its face.


“I thought you were dead,” the dark canine added, her eyes still downcast. It was remarkable how quickly the behavior of a slave became second nature—though she had been free of her bonds for some months now, Eris had not been around others save for the rare, brief meetings on the road, and her last interactions with others had been while she was in a decidedly lower caste. She no longer wore the septum ring that was no doubt still embedded in Vieira's face, but the hole was still there, and it could have been replaced anytime. The knowledge that she was escaped haunted her, but she did not think those of Eterne were capable of finding their way here, and even if they did know the way, they were not traveling several thousand miles out of their way to retrieve one escaped slave.


Kaena (184)

Once more, the terrible laugh echoed from Kaena's throat, and her head drew back, lifting her muzzle high. She was haughty in this moment—no matter how bedraggled and beaten the canine before her appeared, she would relish this moment. It was vengeance all the same—Eris had been just inches above Vitium until so very recently in the silver-furred Centurion's mind. She was nearly an outcast of the Lykoi, though she had no blood-red Chaos star to scar over. “So you come crawling home only when nowhere else will have you?”


At the wolf's next sentence, the hybrid took a dangerous step forward, a glint in her eye. Her right hand twitched as if to strike the woman, for certainly that urge lingered within Kaena, but the silver-furred Centurion kept her composure steady. “Almost, darling. Almost,” she said, taking another step forward, drawing her scarred face right into the sable-furred woman's, her single eye level and burning into the chartreuse gaze of the other canine. “But you already know all about that, hm?” she asked, a faint growl rumbling somewhere in her chest.


Eris (309)

Eris was steadily realizing she did not know her mother at all. There were three of four months of memories of the scarred woman, that was all—there was nothing that the sable-furred wolf could definitively say about the scarred hybrid. In her initial rush to integrate into Eternian society, she had forgotten all about her old life, her mother, her half-siblings—her littermates, even. Were they even her siblings? Was Kaena even her mother? “I'm sorry,” she said, her voice near quivering. Quite unlike her mother, Eris was not fearless. “I never meant—I didn't think—I'm sorry,” she said lamely, knowing in her heart there was no excuse. She deserved punishment for shunning this woman and the truth; the Xochitl would have demanded it.


As the hybrid stepped forward, there was clear fright in the sable-furred woman's face, but Itzcitla growled softly in his strange feline tones. Though the cat could never take a Luperci and hope to survive, that fact would never have stopped him—he would have flung himself into a pit of fire for his owner's protection. Eris reached down to stroke the back of the ocelot's head, not wishing for him or her mother to come to harm. Kaena drew back after a moment, seemingly satisfied with her intimidation or otherwise intimidated by the feline—Eris could not tell, and the scarred features of the hybrid betrayed nothing.


The sable-furred woman was quiet a long moment before speaking, her chartreuse-colored eyes focused on the stranger before her. This coyote was a mystery, this Kaena, this Inferni—it was all a question mark. There was nothing concrete that the shadowed hybrid knew anymore. “I want to know who I am,” she said. The words were quiet, but with confidence and strength buried in them somewhere—there was determination within Eris to find this knowledge.


Kaena (149)

The coyote relished the silence, enjoyed even more the discomfort radiating from the sable-furred canine. Her scarred muzzle was just barely tainted with a cruel smile, perhaps discernable only to those who were used to reading her emotions, maybe invisible to Eris. She had drawn back, her sable-furred ears pricked forward, her head still held haughtly high. “You sure you're ready for that?” the hybrid asked, her yellow-golden eye drawing over the other canine's face. Eris nodded. Kaena's gaze swept over the woman's scar—though the hybrid had no idea what to call it, she knew it had been intentional. Random wounds simply were not made in such a fashion. Unless Eris had been held down and literally branded her, she must have agreed to the procedure.


“Well,” she said suddenly, shaking her head. “You don't deserve it,” the coyote said, abrubtly whirling on her heels, stalking away slowly.


Eris (198)

The woman's heart leapt—this was the moment she had dreaded and anticipated for all the long moments of her journey. She had turned it over in her head so many times; she hadn't expected for it to happen now. The moments of silence stretched between Kaena's statement, and the woman's brilliant chartreuse eyes were affixed onto her empty socket of an eye, fascinated with the dark hole there and the secrets lurking beneath its twisted and raw tissue. Then the coyote spoke again, and Eris's heart might have exploded with sorrow and disappointment. That was it? She stood where she was, dumbfounded and completely at a loss as to what to do now. She watched the coyote's retreating hindquarters, wanting to call out and say something. There was nothing in her, however, and all of the saucy confidence that had once elevated her to the higher echelons of Eternian society was gone, utterly drained from the sable-furred woman. Once more Itzcitla's yellow-green gaze focused on Eris, bewildered with the canine exchange between the pair. He might not have been able to understand even if Eris had known the words to explain it to him in low speech.


Kaena (138)

Several feet and several moments later, the one-eyed hybrid stopped, turning her head around to look at the canine several years her junior. This was one of her youngest daughters, one of three surviving children of her youngest litter—she would be lucky to ever see Rachias or Arkham again, and Andrezej was dead and buried. There was no sympathy in her heart for Eris, however, and familial ties had not kept Vitium or Andrezej from condemnation—it was well within the hybrid woman to ostracize her very family.


“Come on,” the old woman said impatiently, turning her head and continuing to walk without waiting to see if Eris would follow. The sound of footsteps somewhere close behind her was the only indication of the sable canine's entrance to Inferni, and together, the pair headed to the caves.


OOC Ending

Kae brings Eris to the mansion. They talk for a very short while and they don't share anything really important—Kae tells Eris a little about how Gabriel leads Inferni now (the fire isn't mentioned yet). Eris tries to ask about her daddy again, and Kae gets pissed off and walks out on her with a >:| face. Eris finds a room and decides its hers.


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