mother's crying blood dust now.

Eris Eternity · 02-20-2011, 07:32 AM

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Word Count → 300 :: HEHE, it made me giggle though Sad

It was nice having contact with someone in the pack other than Larkspur. She had not gotten out and around very much since coming to Anathema, for obvious reasons -- it was only near stir-craziness and a body that would not stop aching that had driven her to restless movement. The sable-shaded woman did not think suspiciously on her pale-furred companion now; rather, the coyote hybrid wanted to absorb every bit of knowledge within the other canine's skull regarding her father and these mystery half-siblings. Few of the names Tayui mentioned rang familiar to the Tuyul, save Fatin Kali. That was one name she did remember -- her mother had said it strangely, however, and Eris could not decipher why at the time. She still did not know, of course -- but Fatin's connection to Salvaged was one she was aware of.

“No. None of them seem to have his surname,” the coyote pointed out, herself being the obvious exception. “But that's the only legacy I have that means anything anymore. A dead man can't disappoint, after all,” the sable woman added, her nose wrinkling with humor at this statement. She was not unaware of the seemingly terrible legacy the man had left in his wake -- her mother had not spared the detail. Something in Eris suspected, or hoped, maybe, that there was some better truth to him, something her mother had not seen. Her existence was proof of some sort of twisted relationship, after all -- the scarred woman had not hunted Salvaged and savaged him in the manner she did without some manner of closer relation. There was something more to the story. “Are any of them still around, do you know?” she asked, thinking not. It was still a question the coyote hybrid had to ask.

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