The ruins of the past

Eris Eternity · 06-11-2011, 04:11 AM

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YESSSS <3

my road to hell is surely paved

Though the idea that one who so physically overpowered her would bow his head and show submission was utterly new to Eris, she hid her surprise well, disguising it behind a mask of pleasure. There was a nearly imperceptible inclination of her head, the only indication she made that he might relax in her presence. She did not comment on their surroundings further, however, and instead smiled, stepping toward Janos and to the side of him, turning her back toward him as she slowly made her way toward the wall where he had been standing. There, she turned again, rather slowly, and leaned back against the wall, shifting her eyes to the space beside her.

“Only a moment of your company,” the hybrid said, that pleasant sweetness still present in her voice, though now it had become overripe, very nearly souring in the air. She would require a moment of his company for now, and more later, but right now it would be more important to ascertain his loyalty. The shadow-furred woman did not know him so well; he spoke far less than his amiable and outgoing partner, who didn't seem to cease talking once he'd grown comfortable enough in Eris's presence. Janos had remained stoic and silent, however, and it was a continuation of this she saw in him during their group meeting. The sable-furred woman did not mind if he wished to remain an outsider to their close midst, so long as he served the pack, but she needed to ascertain that he would not turn on them.

A flutter in her belly began, but she quelled it as best she could. Her shorter stature was dwarfed beside the larger canine. Though she was not so coyote as to show it, whatever wolfish thing Janos was, it was far larger than where she had gotten her stature. “I don't ask so much of you two in return for your stay -- just that you and Bastion would indulge yourselves in dealing with those who would threaten Salsola,” she said. It was a straightforward request -- the scars across the man's face did not lie, and regardless of whether they were earned through combat or abuse, they and his stature spoke of fearsome ability. He was strong, in any case, and likely to scare the piss out of anyone who crossed them. Bastion, on the other hand, was a weapon of deceit. Even his youthful and childish demeanor, however, did not mask the monster beneath for so long -- those that would pose a threat to Salsola would learn soon enough. “It isn't so bad to be asked to do what you do best,” the coyote said, smiling faintly. This was her duty, as well -- she would tie them together and bond them through fire and ash and blood and all else that the pack demanded to remain cohesive.

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