you and me and the devil makes three.

Eris Eternity · 05-24-2010, 06:14 AM

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Set for May 21 'cause I think that's when the half-moon was. (545 WTF WHERE DID THIS COME FROM)

The night was friendly and familiar to the sable-furred woman. For the first few days she had moved only at night, knowing there would be travel to and from Eterne at all times anyway. After a while of this, she had become accustomed to nocturnal living, though now she kept a slightly more normal schedule. She rarely rose prior to noon, however—the early morning was not a preferred time of day for Eris, and being awake during it made her feel particularly phlegmatic throughout the remainder of the day. The sable-furred she-wolf meandered outside of Inferni's territory confidently, slipping through the burned scar in the earth. She wondered what had caused this. Snake had spoken of a war, one she'd arrived too late for—maybe this was one of its aftereffects. The swath of burned land was not so wide, however, and Eris was within the treeline within a few minutes.

For the first time in a while, she moved at a decent clip. It was perhaps the fastest she'd walked since escaping from her former home. Tonight she had something to look forward to. The silver half-moon shone brightly in the sky, providing just enough light to illuminate the sable-furred woman's path. All of the forest around her was obscured in shadow, but her acute senses of hearing and smell told her she was alone. There was something different about Eris now; she moved with a lightness and alertness she had not possessed the last time she trudged through these forests. It helped that she hadn't had a rough afternoon, either—it had been punctuated by a sort of preparatory nap. She hadn't been tired, but she'd forced herself to sleep nonetheless, meditating herself into unconsciousness to cleanse her mind and rejuvenate her for the evening's activities.

The sable-shaded canine did not know what was in store for this evening, but she had made herself ready. She did not know what to bring, so she had brought everything—everything of any ceremonial value she owned, save two things that were not yet ready for use. There were two bones bleaching out back behind the mansion, tucked away and hidden by the guest house, which Eris had already figured out was rarely, if ever, used. She had considered moving there, but it was not as if the vast mansion was at all crowded; she had yet to even meet most of her neighbors. Added that moving would be a fair amount of work, the sable-furred canine had dismissed the idea as quickly as it had occurred to her. The faint scent of decay led her to the place where she had last seen the sable-furred canine. There was death nearby, rotting away still—she had helped to cause this, and she settled down to the ground, crossing her legs and swinging her pack around to her front. Itzcitla had accompanied her here, but he had split off some distance away, perhaps seeking to hunt. She had no worries for him; he was a smart cat, and he would be able to escape a large canine with the trees to run to. Now there was nothing to do but wait, and Eris fiddled with the strap of the bag anxiously, alive and electric with energy.

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