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Date: 07 March (Foredated)

Setting: Anathema, library

Time: Afternoon

Character Form: Optime

Word Count → 401 :: -hump-

The sable-shaded werewolf was in a part of the caves she did not generally investigate. The hybrid had spent some time exploring, but not nearly enough, as she had just discovered an entire room off to the side of the storage area that she had not known existed. With several hours away from the children, the coyote was in just the right state of mind and situation to attempt to enjoy (or, at least work) here in this library. There weren't many books yet, which was to be expected -- the pack had only been formed a few short weeks prior to the birth of her children, and that had not been very long ago at all. Nearly three months had passed since they had come into being, and they were already larger than Eris could have imagined. Wretch, Pandemic, and Salvia -- hers! She could hardly believe this, still. The idea that these children were Larkspur's as well had hardly crossed her mind; she was the one who had done the hard work in bringing them into the world, and she had held them to her body and fed them from it as well. There was no doubt within the coal-hued woman that the children were hers.


The hybrid moved toward the relatively neat few stacks of books against the rearmost wall, glad for the ever-lit torches on the wall. They were more numerous in this room, despite the lack of books. The woman peered at them anxiously, running her long Optime fingers over their spines, her chartreuse-yellow eyes glowing and glimmering in the firelight. She did not dare select one yet; instead, the woman merely stared at their titles, trying to decipher the letters into meaningful words. It had been so very long since she had read a thing. In Eterne, they taught her, if only because they wished for her to read the Quauhtli. Eris had only bothered to read the thing once, and now she was glad for that -- certainly, nearly everything in the damned book could be confuted by the logical or intelligent. Still, the hybrid woman had not exercised this reading skill in so long, she feared it had completely evaporated from her mind, forgotten entirely. Her shadowy ears folded back and she sighed softly, shaking her head slowly. This would be quite difficult; the hybrid nearly regretted this choice of rank tier now.

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300+


Oversized paws pattered softly on the stone floor as the pup sulked through the cavern. The boy, who was once a lively spirit flitting through the veins of Anathema, was now little more than a shadow. Everything turned on him so quickly in his young life and the once vibrant puppy now pouted the days away. Sticking to the caves, usually he did not even know if it was day or night. If he could have his way it would always be night. Dark, comforting twilight, with its cool, soothing sky and protective shadows.


It was unfortunate his pack was insistent on emulating daylight. It felt like each day more and more torches or lanterns were being placed about, more fires were built to warm them and cook. Why did they have to cook? Why did they have to have this artificial warmth? And if they would just put the torches out for a minute their eyes would adjust. His always did.


But Scorpius... he just wanted a home free of fire; a dream that was far too much to ever hope for. So instead the boy lurked about in the hallways, avoiding any room with flame like the black plague, which is why it was peculiar for him to wander to this particular place. Yet wander, he did.


He would never go near the hellish kitchen room again, not for a million meaty ribs, so he did not come through from that direction, but the occasional fire in the common room was low today, so he hugged the walls as he slipped through into the storeroom. That was when the shadow caught his eye and, curiously, he wandered to the threshold of Anathema's modest library. When he got there, though, he stopped, his paws freezing in place and he stared in, wide-eyed, wary of the light coming from the room. The flickering light played off his freshly scarred face and made it look as though his ruined flesh was dancing. After a moment of staring, the slightest animation returned to the boy and he turned his gaze towards the dark figure in the room. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but stopped. He wanted to talk to her but he had nothing to say. So instead, he resorted to the good old puppy fallback; lowered his head and let out a mournful whine.


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Word Count → 512 :: SLOW

All of the books were thick, with tiny words and letters printed into some incomprehensible language. She began to feel rather hopeless as she sifted through them, lifting one and opening it up, only to find herself completely unable to read the text within. The sable-shaded woman put them aside after only sifting through three or four of them, reclining back against the cool stone wall and shutting her eyes. This was something Sirius could not teach her -- she did not even think to ask him. It was embarrassing enough he knew of her inability to hunt; thoughts of telling the male more of her shortcomings and failures filled the Tuyul with an odd sense of dread. She was damn useless and she did not want him to know; she did not know how Larkspur did not figure this out. Then again, she had provided a valuable sort of service to the man -- she had birthed his children into the world, which was something other women could not claim. She had raised them, too. Perhaps that was her use where it came to Larkspur, and perhaps he was perfectly content with that. The thought was comforting -- she had come to a reasonable conclusion as to why Larkspur valued her, and it certainly made sense.


The sable-shaded woman would have leaped at the chance to have more children -- her blood mixed with Larkspur's wolfishness had produced children that were wholly wolf, and they would be raised in this pack as wolves, knowing the truth of their heritage. It would be impossible for them to join Inferni, and the hybrid hoped if they eventually chose to breed, it would be with a wolf. The thought that they might choose a coyote for a mate and reintroduce that dirty blood into her family after she had worked to keep it pure and to keep her children in the perspective of wolves quite nearly infuriated her, distant as that possibility was. They were only a few months old even now -- a long way off from even noticing others in a sexual manner, let alone reproducing with them. The sable-shaded hybrid leaned forward and opened her eyes, surprised to find another had entered the room during this time. She had been wholly absorbed in her thoughts, ignoring the rest of the world.


Her yellow-green eyes fell upon the youth, studying his torn and ragged face. There was no fear or disgust displayed on the woman's face -- instead, pity reflected briefly across her face at the sound of the whine, and she motioned for him to come closer. “What's the matter” she asked, sliding over so he might join her on the jutting piece of stone where she sat. “I haven't seen you around here before. Do you play with my children? Wretch, Pandemic, and Salvia?” she asked, thinking perhaps this was one of their playmates. He appeared a fair bit older than her own children, though the coal-hued woman did not think this mattered so much when it came to children.

hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
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