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For Sie!




He'd found little use for that place so far; a future personal tailor and a good piece of clothing, perhaps, but little more. His needs exceeded their capabilities. Denver's mind moved quickly, and he thought that he couldn't stay there much longer. It simply did not feel right.


And so he moved north again. He had been sure he'd seen it all, up there. The white mutt had avoided those darker lands, but now he'd found that there was land beyond them, and he was curious. If they were inhabited, maybe he could make a place for himself there. He had declined to visit any other possibly established lands; underground caves were not up his alley, and he had nearly zero artistic abilities, nor the desire to further them.


This place looked barren and wasted. It certainly wasn't pretty like Cours des Miracles was. The view was one thing that Denver appreciated about the place. If he were to leave, would he get that somewhere else? Would he find something better? The possibilities called to him, and he would chase after them until he found just the perfect one.


He stood there, on that rocky beach, surprised as how positively unwelcoming the place was. Maybe that was what had brought him here. Who would live here?


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Word Count » 502
AWKWARD POST IS AWKWARD

the world shudders as the worm gets its wings

Royalty was perhaps too strong a word, but Eris surely felt as if she was. She and Sirius reigned in this place, her Salsola. It was theirs and theirs alone, and they would make it great. The coal-hued woman departed from their borders with this certainty in her mind, rolling it pleasurably over and over in the reaches of her brain. It was nearly palpable to her, their success, though they were still so far away from it. Salsola might yet crumble in their fingers; it would depend on her ability to lead. Her lack of experience was not a comfort, of course -- even Eris was not so arrogant to think she could simply lead and all would be well. She was apprehensive in some ways, but already, Salsola's legacy was an undeniable truth to Eris. They would survive and succeed. There was simply no question in the coal hybrid's mind.

The air along the coast was cool, even with summer looming before them. Already there was fire in the air some days, unbearable heat that seemed permeate through her shadowy coat and cling to her very flesh, causing her to sag and droop and slow. She was used to the heat, of course -- Eterne had been hotter than this place, and it had never seen snow. Still, she was not built for it -- even her summer coat was too thick to easily withstand terrible heat, and she had spent her summers in Eterne very nearly motionless. Here, the woman had less heat to worry about, and the summers would not be so harsh on her. She was glad for that.

As she wandered along the coast, the hybrid paid close attention to her surroundings. She knew Salsola's territory well, but the sable-shaded coyote did not know the surrounding territories quite so well. Enemies might lurk anywhere, and she would keep watch over her pack, making sure they remained safely outside of Salsola. The scent of a stranger drifted over the wind, and the hybrid woman paused. The scent's bearer was still a distance away from her, and she might pass him by with nary a glance. It wouldn't do, however, to leave him quite so close to their territory unmolested. So, the hybrid altered her course, meandering toward the scent.

His appearance was strange, utterly foreign to the hybrid -- his fur seemed curled in places, straight in others, and he did not appear particularly wolfish. Hesitating but a moment, Eris made her way forward confidently, clutching the driftwood stick. She had been taking it with her on journeys outside of Salsola. It would do poorly for protection, she knew, but it was better than nothing. The coal hybrid appeared curious, her ears swept forward inquisitively, though she remained at a wary distance from him. “Coming, or going?” she inquired, figuring him to be a traveller on his way into or out of Nova Scotia. She did not immediately recognize the faded and faint pack scent on him.


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It's okay, mine too. xD




Denver had started to think this was pointless. The beach was nice and all, but it was getting boring quickly. The man stood there for several long minutes without being disturbed by the slow-moving water. What was appealing about this? A cool gust of salty air rushed over him, stinging his eyes and tousling his short hair. He sighed, annoyed, and turned sideways into the breeze, moving to continue forward. It would be silly to abandon his journey now. After all, there must have been something over there.


Another breeze brought the scent of a stranger to the ivory mutt's pink nose. His head turned in interest; maybe there were inhabitants here, after all. The dark silhouette moved nearer to him, so he stayed where he was. Icy blue eyes narrowed as the distance closed and revealed her to be female; dark and much larger than him, clearly wolfish. She questioned him from afar, and Denver took several steps closer. He didn't like to yell.

"I s'pose that depends on whether or not there's any reason fer me to be goin' that way," he replied with a nod in her direction. Curious and inquisitive, a grin spread across his face. The closer he got to the woman, the more strange she appeared. She held in her hands a piece of driftwood-- or was it a weapon? And what was that thing on her shoulder? Even through squinted eyes, he couldn't tell.


Now feeling under closer scrutinization by the stranger, he straightened his jacket and brushed off the dirt and sand that clung to it. A hand ran through his messy hair in a vague attempt to straighten it; he didn't want to look like an unkempt mongrel.


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Word Count → 371 Lol eris likes that he preened himself for her. <3


He was smaller than her -- she could see this clearly, and that only added to his mystique; she wondered what he was, having experience only in coyote and wolf hybrids. She knew she was not only wolf and coyote, but dog, too, but she was quite certain none of that showed in her, having no idea that her stark coat and the way it would remain quite black throughout her life was quite the sign of doggish blood. Beyond that, she had met a few dogs on her way up north. Their ears had been folded, however, and this one's ear fold might have even been an old injury. He meandered closer to her, and Eris watched him warily, though she took a few steps forward herself, not wishing to appear afraid -- she wasn't, simply cautious. This had been stressed to her by Sirius, and she had been easily swept in the notion that their new pack would be quite the curiosity. Perhaps he was right. She had paid especially close attention to Anathema's borders, but they hadn't seemed quite so busy as the neutral area surrounding Salsola.

He spoke, and she looked very nearly surprised by the twang of his voice, though pleased -- Eris liked accents and strange voices. Tlantli's voice was a favorite of hers, reminding her of home and Eterne, and she supposed she might have carried such a hint on her voice once, too. If she had, however, it had long faded upon her return to Inferni, as she had spoken English and she had been taught to speak English by someone from this very area. Upon speaking, he seemed to notice her gaze and straightened up, adjusting the strange adornments on his body and fiddling with his hair. Amusement showed in a curved smile at this, and she briefly leaned her weight on the stick, waving her opposite hand in the air dismissively.

“Well, I am here, so there's no reason to go any further that way,” The words were spoken sweetly, pleasantly, and punctuated with a brief laugh at her jest -- she was the reason for this trek out here, of course! What other reason could he have?



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Lol Eris! xD Short. And weeeirrrdd.




Denver watched the dark woman closely; she was a unique individual. She lacked clothes and a true hair style, but he still found interest in her. She seemed foreign; he liked that. If anyone, surely she would know what went on farther west. Normally bored, icy eyes flashed with interest. Was it a secret? He needed to find out more.


The strange woman joked with him, but it caught him off guard. It took him a moment to realize it before his lips curled into a grin and he gave his own brief chuckle. "Well, ain't that cute," he nearly purred, tilting his head and smiling as he closed the distance between them, stopping a few feet away from her. "I'm sure you're right, m'am," he agreed, nodding his conviction with curled lips. "But I wonder why you'd be comin' from thataway, then, hmm? Who's to say there ain't more beauties like ya further on?"


Ivory hands rested on his clothed hips, and Denver's head lolled to one side, a country boy's grin on his face. That was something of home he hadn't wanted rid of. Studying her absently as she moved and spoke, he could only wonder who the hell this lady was. He just had to know.


"Name's Denver, m'am," he offered with a slight bow of his head.


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Word Count » 363

the world shudders as the worm gets its wings

Eris did not know how to best serve her pack, let alone lead it. Eterne had required nothing of her, and they had done her a disservice in that place -- she might have learned to hunt, she might have learned to lead, she might have learned to do all manner of useful skills. Unfortunately, she had not -- everything had been provided to her, and while Eris had enjoyed it at the time, hindsight quite clearly laid her folly bare, at least for herself to see. She might have demanded instruction while in Eterne, or even Inferni -- surely the coyotes would have seen to her education if she professed a desire to serve them.

He seemed to like her jest, at least after a moment, and he stepped to meet her, smiling and speaking still. Her wariness had begun to fade; though she might not trust so easily, she was not so cautious a creature as to remember Sirius's teachings all the time. “You got me. There's a whole harem back that way, the prettiest girls you've ever dreamed of. Fortunate for you, the prettiest of them all stands right here,” she said, lifting a hand to indicate -- of course -- herself.

“Eris Eternity,” she responded in kind to his introduction. The surname felt more natural and normal now than Lykoi ever had. It was the name of a ghost, to be certain, but his father's blood flowed in her veins, and he had a sort of life, still, in Eris and his other various descendants. Most were more distant from him than her, however -- Sirius, just younger than her, was only a distant relative. There was much to be learned about her father and her family, still, but Eris had lost some of the fervor for such things. She would craft her own family, her own blood, and it would be piecemeal and patchwork as anything, but a family still.

“Is there a place you call home?” she asked, curious as to where he hailed from. Was he of another pack, come to seek knowledge of the new group of strangers along the coast at his alpha's command?

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Wow, idk what to say about him anymore. Lmao. Dunno if he's cool or just a dumass. ><




Denver knew she was speaking in jest, but still his eyebrows danced with interest. Surely she protected something back there. The curly-haired dog wondered just what she was doing. Was she trying to lure him, entice him? Was this a trick? Lips curled again into a sly grin, and he chuckled.


"Well, ain't I just lucky?" he growled, moving one foot forward to rest his weight on the other, a lazy hand on one hip.


Pale blue eyes sought her bright ones, narrowing as she introduced herself. For a moment, he thought it was familiar; that feeling faded quickly. He knew nothing of this strange dark woman, her scars, her jewelry. But he wanted to know. Where in this place would someone like her live? Denver had to know.


The dogs and wolves of Cours were nothing like this dark beauty; she seemed, to him, to possess some sort of mystic quality. It was alluring, to say the least. He'd spent too much time around petty folk who knew nothing and cared nothing of the world. They bored him. Eris, however, did not. Denver was mildly amused, for now, and he liked it that way.


The wolf questioned him, and he paused, shifting his weight and glancing to the rowdy sea for a moment. "Oh," he started, quite unsure what to say, "you could say that. But really it ain't home for me. Least it don't feel like it."


Denver cast a sidelong glance at her, posing as she did against the driftwood. My, was she curious. "Y'might hear m'name attached to the so-called 'Kingdom' here, but," he tailed off for a moment, shaking his head, "I ain't... Came all this way just t'be disappointed." The wiry mutt looked down at his feet, furrowed brows giving away his frustration. Were his needs really all that difficult to meet? He just wanted a nice place to live with people who could understand him, people that were useful. A place worth living in. "Why y'wanna know, Eris?" he asked, head tilting curiously again. "You got a place for me in that li'l harem a'yours?" he wondered, icy eyes glinting with humor and a deep, darker interest. If only he knew what she must have known.


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Word Count » 419

the world shudders as the worm gets its wings

Though Eris had seen much of the world, until Salsola, she had not truly understood it. Salsola itself was not a plenary epiphany, even -- it had been a crescendo, various parts of her life falling into place, piece by piece. After the foundation Salsola, however, it was as if her world perspective itself had shifted perceptibly. This was not such a gradual thing as finding Larkspur, motherhood, Sirius -- the shift had been sudden and without warning, and she had found herself a queen, perhaps again. She had never truly been Eterne's queen; she could not even claim that she had been queen of the Kimaris. They had pretended for her well enough, but now she knew the difference.

He had not asked about her ‘harem,’ but instead implied its existence as factual. Her lips curved into a smile, and that was all of pleasantry from her. It was a shift as sudden as her greater change in perspective with this accusation, albeit in between the lines of his words, of keeping something back -- the smile and warmth evaporated from her with unbelievable swiftness. What had been a face of pleasantry now reflected only calculation and coldness as her chartreuse eyes roved over him with renewed vigor, seeming to inspect him now rather than merely appreciate. There was no aggression or anger within her; it was the impassive face of one indifferent to the plight of the paler canine before her, with his adornments and his piercings. She appreciated them and him no less, but they were irrelevant in the face of more pressing matters.

“You would leave your kingdom for my... harem,” she said, her words smooth until she hesitated before ‘harem,’ her look toward him knowing -- she would confirm his unasked question, in her un-answer. “It happens I'm fond of pretty faces, and so we're always in need of them,” the coal hybrid said, a faint ghost of her smile returning, though it was gone again as quickly as it had appeared, leaving only the lizard-like calculating green eyes and the thinly set line of her mouth. “But I wonder -- what services did you provide to your old kingdom, and what offense did your king and his followers pay to you?” she asked, now drawing a hand to her face to stroke her chin curiously. She would know why his loyalties had shifted, and whether they would shift away from her and Salsola before she granted him so much as their pack's name.

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Derp. Ramble-y dumb post! WC: 277




Denver watched curiously, intrigue only flaring as her tone and posture changed perceptibly. Pink lips curled into a hidden grin; she'd caught on. Denver's desire to know was only sparked by his discovery. He must get in. He deserved to belong to such a special group; after all, he was royalty. Grey-flecked brows raised, ice blue turning away for a moment, considering the sea.


"What kinda smart guy wouldn't want to be hangin' around a bunch'a pretty women all day?" he asked in accented words, head turning back to face her. Denver's thin smile turned into a grin, his eyes narrowed. His head bowed vaguely at her comment; he already knew he was attractive. He would fit right in with the other pretty people; he would be sure of it. No more mistakes this time.


Now Denver would wave a hand in dismissal, nearly laughing as her question snaked through his ears. The dark goddess Eris watched him with similar curiosity. Feeling her eyes, her judgement, he straightened for a moment, clearing his throat and sidling closer to her.


"No offense paid, miss Eris; the Kingdom was friendly 'nough, I s'pose," he started, eyes flickering to the sea as the sun's reflection drifted towards the horizon. "Nah, the place's just borin'; I need some more spice in m'life, y'know?" he murmured, crossing his arms over his chest casually, as if they were just two friends talking on the beach; maybe they would be. "As for m'services, well..." he began with a low chuckle, leaning in and muttering between them. "You can be sure that I can... provide for all yer ladies. I've got plenty'a skills, Eris," Denver said slyly, brows raising as a smirk inched it's way across his lips. "What d'you need in that harem a'yours, besides pretty faces, hmm?"


Denver's knowledge and skills were widely varied, but considerably extensive for his age. When it came down to it, though, the boy would always prefer to be lazy; if he could find someone to do it for him (whatever it was), he would. His body and appearance was one thing he wouldn't trust other people with, however. The kinky-furred dog was nearly religious with his exercise. If nothing else, he had strength and endurance.


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Word Count » 545
I looooove you be quiet <3

the world shudders as the worm gets its wings

Eris did find Salsola's women beautiful, though she did not fnd herself attracted to them. The men were much more of her own tastes -- Larkspur was her favorite for his physique, all hulking mass of man, with the appropriate strength to match such thickness of muscle. It was this she wanted to see more than anything in her own children, and this very thing she saw blossoming in Pandemic and Salvia both. Sirius was her favorite for his mind, so sharp it seemed a wonder he kept it locked in his skull at all -- it would have seemed to slice right through the bone cage of his skull and run amok to its own desires, if it could. Citlali was her pretty favorite, all decor and somber quietness, a thing she appreciated in men, though she was now thoroughly annoyed enough with Larkspur's seeming lack of social experience that she wouldn't so thoroughly attach herself to such a canine again. Miqui she did not know so well, but gazed upon from afar, along with his exotic sister. They were coyotes, she knew, but she held no animosity to the species, just a particular few sects of them. She would not be so blind foolish as her mother to discriminate on species. Pandemic was perhaps the most beautiful of them all, produced from herself. He would grow up to be the desire of them all, their gorgeous little prince.

“And if me and mine can't provide enough spice for you, you'll depart to some other harem in pursuit of some other tail,” she said, drawing back from him with a curt smile. “But that doesn't concern me so much as the question of whether or not you can handle the kick of our spices,” the sable-shaded woman said, still regarding him with that glinting coldness in her eyes, reminiscent of the glittering metals adorning her ears. As was so often the case, sex and violence had become blurred to the sable-shaded woman, and it was no longer clear in her mind whether she spoke of one or the other. “If I would ask you to shed blood for us, would you?“ the hybrid asked, plainly curious on the matter. “Would you provide for our safety, or would you command others?” she added. She wondered if he possessed the cruelty and the mind to contain their slaves -- it required a certain kind of finesse, she knew. It was finesse or chains. The latter was necessary in some cases, but she wouldn't have a slave-master so unthinking as to adopt a slave they could not control. Denver did not strike her as such a canine, though she did not knew him. His disloyalty to prior homeland had set her at unease, however, and she might ask of him more than she would others she allowed in their midst.

Eris would not have weakness in their demesne; she would not allow for weaklings to infiltrate their ranks and soak up their glory and good life. Denver did not strike her as particularly weak, and his physique spoke of physical strength enough for the umbra-hued woman. The question now remained on his mind, and whether or not it was of sound making enough for the Salsola lifestyle.

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Denver's smirk broke into a grin; Eris questioned his loyalty. He supposed she should, if she were leading something great. If he were ever granted a kingdom, he would protect it fiercely as well. The mutt's icy eyes narrowed, ivory teeth showing briefly as he chuckled.


"Miss Eris," he began slowly, taking a swift, shallow breath, "the kick's m'favorite part," he joked, his voice low, nearly seductive. Denver was nearly sure that her variety of spice was just what he needed.


At the mention of blood, his expression fell slightly. The shaggy man did not enjoy having his own blood spilled. Anyone else's blood, sure, but his? Exhaling through his nose and turning his head and gaze to the sea once again, he considered this. Pale hands rose slowly to sit on his clothed hips, and he turned to face her fully. He hoped it was worth it all.


Denver lowered his head slightly, wide eyes looking up at her as he rose, hungrily, taking a half-step nearer. "M'am, I can do whatever you need'a me," he decided with a purr, "s'long as y'all can do the same for me, 'n keep that spice flowin'." Denver knew she was right; he was often dissatisfied. But his body and mind both hungered for that foreign, exotic aura that she carried. She projected something great; he needed to be a part of it. He had to follow her.


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  • OOC Ending: ERIS R KIDNAP DENVER AND TAKES HIM HOME. <3


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