sometimes our dreams, they float like anchors

Eris Eternity · 04-13-2011, 05:34 PM

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a dog among kings with no self control

Family was a foreign concept to the coal-hued woman -- her mother had not treated her as family in the beginning, and this was all Eris could remember of the first few months of her life. The earliest memories were hazy and vague, and though the coyote hybrid knew no abuse had occurred where Kaena was concerned, that did not lessen to hurt of being ostracized, made to feel so goddamn different. She hadn't even understood this at first; it was only just before she'd left with Astaroth that Eris had even realized she was regarded differently than her littermates. When she had arrived in Eterne, she had been shown family -- the Kimaris had considered her one of their own, and she was taken in with them as if she'd shared blood. To be fair, they thought she had. Of course, when a blood connection was deemed impossible, they'd thrown her out just as quickly.

The idea that this Anathema should function as her family was equally as foreign -- the hybrid had never experienced true and total acceptance. Even in Eterne, those outside of the Kimaris family had mocked her wolfish appearance, suggesting she was unworthy of the affection her false family showed her. Here, there was no such mockery -- at least, none she'd encountered, anyway. The coal-hued woman had not encountered anyone that even seemed to notice she bore coyote heritage. Then again, her appearance might have belied that very herigate -- Eris was well-aware that she did not appear to be much of a coyote, after all. The only such evidence of her Infernian past might be in her just-slightly enlarged ears and her barely sharper, more lithe features.

The sounds of movement caught the sable-shaded woman's attention, and she turned her head slowly, seeking the source of the noise. There was a pale whiteness in the corner, one that caused her heart to catch in her throat and sink just as quickly as she realized that not only was this white wolf significantly older than Wretch, he was also definitely male. Still, the chance for distraction had presented itself, and in any case -- this one seemed to be stressed, and new. He was curled against a wall of one of the hallways, seeming extremely confused or agitated. She approached hesitantly, her coal-hued tail wavering slowly in a friendly greeting.

“You okay?” she asked, uncertain as to what exactly the procedure was in greeting a new packmate one intended to befriend or assist -- she no ingrained praxis for this sort of interaction. In Eterne, she had peered at everyone with an air of condescension, something that she did not wish to do here (and even if she had, she doubted it'd be considered acceptable, anyway). In Inferni, she had looked at everyone as a potential enemy, someone to betray and hurt her as her mother and the Kimaris family had. Here, this was an entirely new beast, and certainly one she had to grow accustomed to.

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