Word Count → 399 :: HERP
It was difficult to simply set aside one's history, and in truth Eris knew she was unlikely to be able to ever fully separate herself from her mother's legacy and Inferni. They had been silent to her since her departure, but it was not as if the sable-shaded woman expected them to burst through the pack's borders and interrogate her by force. She had expected indifference, and they had not surprised her one bit, other than Sepirah. Her niece's compassion had been unexpected, to say the least -- if she had trusted her other relatives one bit, she might have even headed back to see the girl once in a while. She did not think he wanted to spend any time around Inferni, however; it seemed too dangerous a prospect. Those that did not remember her would simply remember her as a wolf.
The coal-shaded hybrid listened with interest as the woman spoke, leaning forward with curiosity as the pallid woman spoke. The words were absorbed quietly, though they did churn within the Tuyul's head long after they had ceased to ring on the chilly winter air. Though what the woman said seemed true, perhaps it was the hurt he had caused that made Eris gravitate toward him. Hearing Kaena speak of him, the sable-shaded woman knew he had hurt her -- and she would have readily admitted there had been some twisted enjoyment in that pain. She could not hurt the scarred woman on her own -- a stronger canine might have snuck into her cave and tried to slit her throat, but Eris was neither that violent nor that sure of her own skill.
“I recognize some of those names. Fatin, Thanos. Funny -- the way he's talked about, he had such a reputation,” she shook her head and cracked a smile, exposing white teeth against a sable-shaded muzzle. “Poof,” she said, making a motion in the air with a closed fist and opening it, shaking her head. “All gone.” She suspected most of his distant descendants would not recognize his name -- she certainly had not, though it had been kept from her. “Maybe I wouldn't put so much faith if I hadn't been assumed to be a part of it in the first place,” she mused, rolling her shoulders. She remembered being treated differently, and she had been so eager to eat up Astaroth's story.
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