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Eris Eternity · 05-07-2011, 09:50 AM

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Date: 25 April (backdated)

Setting: Bâtons et Pierres > Halcyon Mountain, just outside of Anathema's borders.

Time: Late afternoon

Character Form: Optime

Word Count » 453 Gory elements in first post, not point of thread and more of an aside, no m-warning but covered via css. :o Highlight to read.

my road to hell is surely paved

Children hadn't come to her yet, but another child had, and this first thing, this yet-unnamed and nebulous idea that existed between herself, Sirius, and a select few other individuals had occupied the majority of her time. However, there was still downtime, still time when the pack did not sit at the forefront of her conscious mind. The sable-hued coyote also thought of her actual children rather than the metaphorical thing that was the pack. Her belly did not swell with them again, despite the attempts she and Larkspur had made, despite the rituals of Misery. She would catch and gut a hundred squirrels if it helped, and she had done just such a thing, though her chosen prey had not been squirrel. She had requested a favor from Sirius, asking the man to help her fell a mountain goat. Larkspur's goats were cared for and domestic; their feral and strong spirit would not do for these purposes.

Now she had what she needed, and the woman hadn't moved very far from the kill site. The goat itself still lay there, torn apart. Its ribs had been separated and its liver rather nearly removed. Eris did not pay attention to those other parts that she did not need. It didn't much matter to her what happened with the corpse, either -- sacrifices could be eaten. The liver was their power, and so long as she had that, the flesh was immaterial to the sable-shaded woman. Her arms were coated with blood, flecks of it splashed onto her face as she leaned forward to this thing. The purple dagger, for once brought along rather than left behind in un-prepared-ness, sliced into it, and Eris pried it apart, inspecting it carefully, insuring it was free of odd coloration or strange deformity. It was, and, pleased, the hybrid looked over its markings, her fingers sliding over its smooth, cold surface. She did this over and over again, her claws drawing lines and scratching through the firm flesh of the organ, shredding it to bits slowly.

Her mind blanked and wandered, giving over to purer thought with the flesh beneath her fingers. Her ears folded back and her eyes-half-lidded. This continued for several long minutes until her claws struck against the stone she'd laid the liver upon, and she looked down in surprise, finding it in pieces beneath her fingers. Salsola would work; they would not fail. But there was something else, something darker lurking in their immediate future. Her ears folded back, troubled, and she looked to the corpse of the goat again, watching as a crow pecked at its flesh. It swallowed the strip of flesh and cawed once, seeming to give her no notice.

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