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Eris Eternity · 01-01-2011, 08:01 AM

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Eris and her children were not worthy of pursuit -- her mother might have chased her when she was younger, but Eris thought maybe that was only a sign of her mother's drive for vengeance than anything else. It was less a love for the child Astaroth had stolen and more of a desire to drive the knife of revenge into his chest, Eris figured, and maybe she was more right about that than even she knew. They would be safe here in Anathema, of that she was certain. The sable-shaded woman did not know this pack very well yet, but they had welcomed her in all her burden with open arms.

Her thoughts distracted her, and the sable-shaded woman did not catch the stranger's approach until she spoke. Still, there was no startling Eris -- her body was too sore and stiff to manage jumping up and spinning around, and instead she merely craned her neck around, yellow-green eyes falling on the pale-furred woman as she introduced herself. There was some vague familiarity about the wolf's face, although the Tuyul was far from interested in contemplating this familiarity. Instead, her face split a thin smile, intent on making a good impression with this fellow packmember. The smell of Anathema was not very strong on the woman, but Eris did not think anyone would be this far into their packlands. Thus far, they had done a good job of marking the borders, or so she thought.

“Eris Eternity,” she said, her yellow-green eyes focusing on the woman's face. Her eyes were of different colors, one of them a deep blue and the other red -- this was not a combination the woman saw often. “New here?” she asked. This woman had not been at the founding meetings.

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