M-There Will Be No Violins When You Die

Eris Eternity · 12-05-2011, 01:18 PM

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Eris is by Kiri!

The dark coyote was delighted with the apparently positive response of her pallid new packmate. Esmeralda was young, and she had fiery potential yet. Eris might even see her as a threat someday -- it was entirely possible, but the dark woman thought her potential personal disadvantage in the distant future was far less important than the good done for Salsola as a whole in acquiring this lovely young specimen. She could hone her skills and sharpen her adult teeth in the pack, and they would all be well-served by her presence. Eris would gladly take this one under her wing and educate her in the finer points of Salsola, ensuring her debut to the pack was flawless.

She watched with curious yellow-green eyes as the woman rooted through her things. Miqui stood at her side, stretching. I'm excited to have new pack-mates, he said, his thickly accented voice declared. Though there was no apparent happiness in his gruff face, Eris thought she could sense it within him anyhow; the dark coyote seemed one to avoid excessive physical display of emotion, but auras and intuitions were strong with the dark woman. She smiled at him and extended a hand to his arm, squeezing for a moment before she turned her bright eyes toward the merle coyote, peering approvingly toward the gift she held out.

A wolf pelt -- Eris had many pelts, but she did not think she was in possession of a wolf pelt, and if she was, it was not as nice as this one, with its creamy coloration and red-orange highlights. A purring growl of approval came from the dark woman, and she took the pelt carefully, holding it first to her chest, then sliding it between ribcage and upper arm so she could step forward to the woman before her. She leaned forward to deliver the pack's greeting, whispering her approval as lovingly as any mother speaking to a child. It's lovely.

As the dark woman stepped back, Miqui stepped forward to deliver that same greeting, formally drawing Esmeralda into their fold. Eris murmured her excitement to the pair and turned to lead the trio out of the caves, presumably Daisuke in the rear with his master's belongings. Eris gave little thought to the slave-man; he would be pierced and given additional education, if he was deemed in need of such and his mistress consented. For her part, she again clutched the lovely fur to her chest, inhaling its faintly rotten, dead scent. Soon, they would emerge into the outside world and trek through the trees with their withering frondescence, the marshes and their rolling hills, and to Salsola's border, that protected corner of the bay.

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