filling jars full of silence.

Eris Eternity · 05-25-2011, 06:38 AM

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the world shudders as the worm gets its wings

Smoke rose from the small fire the hybrid had lit in the barren field. It sat between two old houses of the village, the more prominent place. She did not think fire was good to set in the center of Salsola's territory at night -- better she drew the attention of any would-be wrong-doers to herself. At least she might raise an alarm for the others, even if they cut her down. Eris did not know what enemies she feared in the darkness, but the sable hybrid did not doubt their existence. She might not have been able to name them, but they were there. Her chartreuse eyes narrowed, and she peered into the darkness with a peculiar coldness to them, though she could hardly see beyond the glow of the fire. Itzcitla curled next to her. He had yet to find his place here, and the hybrid felt sorry for the poor feline, having to move this place and that. She reached out to stroke him with one hand, and then returned to her work.

She split the rabbit from throat to stomach, tearing it apart with her claws. Her fingers, already reddened and dripping, plunged into the tiny chest of the animal. Though her obsidian dagger sat beside her, the hybrid felt no need to use this thing, though it was not a matter of caring for cleanliness and sterilization. The flesh was simply unworthy to require use of the dagger; it was more fit to be torn apart with the fingers. It was more primal this way, anyhow, and the hybrid felt the hum rising in her, her breath drawing faster. Itzcitla sat up, his bright golden eyes watching her with fierce curiosity, though his interest was in the meat rather than what his sable owner did.

She drew the liver from the tiny animal, remembering Misery's ritual. She could recall none of the words and few of the specifics, but it was fertility she desired of herself, and she gazed at the tiny thing with hard eyes, studying it for a moment before tossing it to the fire. It sizzled and hissed there for a moment before falling silent, and she gazed at the flames with stony eyes, wishing for nothing more than to feel a stirring in her stomach. The coyote absently tore at a strip of the rabbit's flesh and tossed it to Itzcitla, who snapped at the flesh eagerly, glad to be fed by his master for once rather tan the other way around.

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