filling jars full of silence.

Eris Eternity · 06-01-2011, 02:28 AM

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the world shudders as the worm gets its wings

She had never imagined herself a mother. Eris had never desired such a thing; even in youth, even as Astaroth had spun tales of their blood and its strength -- his blood, really, not hers -- she had not desired motherhood as some might have. Hybrid she was, to have bred in Eterne would have been to sully their purity. Even if she had taken a fully coyote mate, even if she had bred with that coyote to have coyote children, they would have been hybrids still -- tainted by too much wolf's blood, they would have been outsiders just as she had been.

Still, now that her children were here, Eris had come to the realization that nothing else in the world mattered. Family was all-encompassing, all-important, and she had begun to craft one of her own, the headpiece of which was her Pandemic and Salvia. There should have been three of them, but instead there was only two; the pallid girl was lost, still. Behind them, however, stood Larkspur and Sirius and Bastion and Tlantli herself, and all the rest of Salsola. This was her family now, blood or not, and its survival was vital to her.

As Tla began to speak, Eris's heart sank. It would not do to defy Tlantli's will, though she was certainly capable of it. It was not, however, a question of ability; instead, Eris was wary of the golden-hued woman's power, both that very real and very tangible power of humiliating Eris by disparaging her mateship in public, and that other power, the ability to grant them blessing. Eris and Larkspur would need as much good faith as they could muster. They damn well needed it. The woman continued, however, and Eris allowed herself momentary hope which seemed to rise like thick and chokingly sweet honey in her throat. It did not soar, but rather burst and oozed outward as The Crone agreed, though not without voicing her displeasure, too.

“Sister,” she said, both in agreement and to test the word. It tasted rather lovely on her tongue, a strange and foreign word she was not so familiar with. Her own siblings were strangers to her, hardly more than faint memories from the earliest parts of her life. Her half-siblings were even more distant. There was no connection with that family other than their blood; Eris had taken that from them, and thus absorbed both their strength and their taint, but she would pay them no respect. Her father's family consisted entirely of ghosts, some legendary and some already faded to nameless nothing. They fascinated her, but she sensed they, too, would find her nothing more than a stranger. Her father's legacy had ended, leaving only distant relatives like Sirius. Even she had no idea the fragmentation of her father's “family,” if the trail of bloodied victims could even be called such a thing.

“You honor me,” she added, murmuring this under her breath, though there was no lack of awe in it. She spoke not only of Tlantli's apparent agreement, but of the family they had become.

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