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Determining time was different within the confines of the caverns, but she had quickly made the adjustments necessary to live underground in the darkness. Days had passed in relative comfort. Still, the golden coyote felt misplaced, as if she didn't belong in the new and strange family unit; what she had managed to encounter were wolves, and she was far from such a large and bulky cousin-species. Citlali wasn't at all like them. The Kimaris line that had come to Nova Scotia stood out amongst the crowd of large canis lupus beasts. It caused Tlantli to laugh, silently, at the idea. Que curioso. She doubted Metetztli had, when sending his surrogate children away from their religious fanatic of an uncle, expected or desired them to live within the confines of wolf society. Eterne was built on superiority. Wolves were less. Though Tlantli didn't harbor this mindset as firmly as some others, it was still there. Anathema was a strange home.

Ochre feet carried her back into the entrance of the caverns from the hunt she had performed shortly before. Utilizing some sort of woven strip, made by her talented Citlali, she had managed to snare two rabbits; they hung over her shoulder, unconscious but alive, their white-patterned furs glowing ever so slightly in the darkness of the entrance. They had a purpose, though it wasn't for eating. Instead, they would be sacrificed to her Sun. Was there bad fortune that needed to be erased? Certainly not. Did she want to keep it that way? Oh, most definitely.

Finding a silent corner of the cave system, she settled down with her catch, setting her satchel on the ground and flipping it open. While her hands pushed aside jars of hallucinogenic substances, they sought a specific item. A red-handled pocket-knife. Without a ceremonial knife, it would have to do; she needed something, after all, to cut the poor creatures. The blade was dulled, a bit rusted, but it would suffice.

Laying out the furred critters, the coyote woman ran the blade of her small weapon across a rock. Absent expression crossed fae-like features, as if thinking. Momoztli didn't reach below the surface of the rock, so would he see her sacrifice? It was worth a try, regardless, she decided. Her hand raised briefly toward the surface, eyes following as she drew a circle in the air. "Para el Sol." As the final word left her mouth, the knife found a mark upon the neck of the first rabbit; with a bit of force, crimson blood stained the white furs, matting it against the body of the animal.

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Tangy scent of blood distracted her senses from the world around her. With the resistance of the flesh beneath her otherwise useless cutting utensil, her mind moved to another world, a world where the sun was bright and warm and her family was whole and content in their place. She knew better than to assume their place would raise in the world; they would never be like the di Viteri or Tzazti, but she liked to believe things were better. Baphomet ruined so many things. Without their elder, frailer sister, they had been forced from Eterne. It wasn't such a horrible fate, as the boys would have had to leave eventually, and she was glad she was allowed to go with him. As a female, she couldn't participate in ehecatl, but she would damn sure try, and her family could be just as proud of her for mothering children.

Her golden fingers began peeling the flesh from the small lapin critter, staining her own fur a sickly orange hue. The pelt would be given to her only important possession, adopted Citlali would could make something from it, and the rest would be burned or buried. Momoztli would enjoy His present from one of His daughters, she was sure, and it would give her fortune for the future. Perhaps she would succeed in finding the precious siblings she had lost within the snow.

A pause in her work was caused by the sudden scent of another, and fae-like face turned ever so slightly over her shoulder to glance at the blue-eyed monster who had sat in her vicinity. Never before had someone been so interested in her work, and it caused a faint startled gaze to fall upon the black-furred wolf. Her sacrifices had been made in private once upon a time. Still, she would not turn him away; her face returned to the other corpse at her knees. "Momoztli don' protec the wulves, or aye would offor you a chance to give Him faevor also." Her words were spoken in a very matter-of-fact tone as the second rabbit succumbed to the same fate as the first.

Hands soaked in blood, she slid to her knees, crawling to join the male in silence. Black fur was not something she was accustomed to, as the coyotes of her home were never such a dark hue. It was fascinating to fire eyes, which found themselves locked upon cobalt gaze and unable to turn. Though she rarely gave thought to wolves, it was clear those of Anathema were far more handsome than those of the rest of the world. Naniko had displayed the same strange beauty to the foreign female.

One delicate hand rose in attempt to touch the soft-looking fur upon the male's face. "Extraño lobo negro." Her eyes narrowed as she moved her gaze from his face to his torso. "Did you enjoy the demonstrasion?"

The pretty ones are always the weirdest. >.> Just lookit them D'Angelos.

Again, she was surprised. His voice rumbled against the stone walls, body freezing in place as she was allowed to explore his face with feminine fingers, and she was wholly surprised. His nod finally disrupted her movements. He asked a question. She laughed. "For-tyou. You wehre watching, no? When someone watches, it ess no longer jost ae sacrifice. It becomes demonstrasion." Her shoulders shrugged, hand extending in the direction of the rabbits just to reinforce what she spoke of.

She rose inelegantly from the ground before the blac-furred man, running fingers through her mop of short mane as she returned to her corpses. The new addition to the area could have ruined it, but it wouldn't be seen until later. For that moment, all she could do was hope the Sun had not been offended in her company. Without kneeling again, she collected her catch, piling furs and meat in her arms; it was time to put her things away, and she lifted her satchel over her shoulder. Fire eyes sought and found the shape of the male once more, curiosity still piqued. Why he had watched was beyond her.

"Maye name ess Tlantli; if-tyou would liek to ahsk quesions, you can follow me." Athletic legs carried her past the male, slowly and deliberately to give him a chance to follow her; though the offer had been spoken with the utmost apathy, her hopes that he would come pushed past her normal feelings of contentment. She had met few of the wolves in Anathema. The rare occurrence had become a coveted jewel amongst tarnished silvers. Before disappearing around the corner that lead to the family dens, she paused. Her body turned back to face the male. "Wha-t ess your name, lobo negro?"

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He was large. As he stood, she realized just how much bigger he was in comparison to her own fae form. It added another level of intrigue that was cushioned by his dark coat. It added to a strange sense of handsome that covered him. She didn't stop to speak; as her feet found a familiar trail back to the small family den shared with her kin, she knew he followed. His question didn't halt her steps. "Momoztli. The Sun, the father of maye people." The first question was answered so simply, though she knew it would have taken more description to truly give a proper explanation. The second half made her wonder, and she fell silent as she thought.

"Si, aye suppose aye haft. Aht home, maye old home, it ess normal. Ess all aye take frahm them." Though she was light as she first spoke on the subject, her tone darkened near the end of the sentences. Eterne, and their practices, left her bitter. Baphomet, so twisted by Atotoztli, had ruined whatever possibilities she'd been capable of within their religion. Instead, Metetztli was able to turn her away. She did very little as far as worship.

It was easy to lead him into the small, sectioned cave she called home; already, it was comfortable, with baskets for storage tucked neatly into corners and bedding set off in two seperate adjoining rooms. A sweep of her red eyes let her know that the boy she had brought with her was nowhere to be found; he must have gone off to search for something else. She set down her satchel and skins. Her body twisted to face her guest. His name struck her as odd: Theodore Stone. Many names struck her as odd those days.

A smile twisted across golden lips. "Lobo negro means 'blahk wulf'. We do not haft many wulves in maye home. Less blahk. You ahre very han'some, T'eodore, wit your blahk coat." It wasn't flirtatious, merely honest. She had never hidden her opinions from the world. Her eyes roamed over muscles and limbs before returning to strange blue eyes eagerly; yes, it was a factual opinion. Theodore was certainly a handsome wolf. "Aye see many lobos negros in Anat'ema. Many white also. Lobo blanca. White."