[M] a dog among kings

Eris Eternity · 11-14-2011, 06:33 AM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

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Borgata Tenzontli

You can still jump in here, if you haven't yet! Also: NO POST ORDER!

All welcome for as many Salsolians that wish to come. c: Non-mandatory, but I'll throw it as up a sticky to attract a bit of attention. You can assume your character has been watching since Eris dragged him out here, or they showed up at some point to watch, or they show up in your post. Whatev. C:

Basically, Eris is stringing this guy up for good fortune in winter, and reacting to Tlantli's demotion -- publicly, it's been explained as inability to perform her duties following the illness that kept her out of the previous Last Supper thread. That's older news. Right now, Eris is trying to ascertain whether they need another Crone right now, and trying to see if there's anyone who would be best for the job by prodding at someone's liver. Also, she is wearing her witchy get-up. HOORAH.

It's a captured Loner, a trespasser -- just a scrawny tawny wolf, pretty young. If anyone wants to play them as Preybot, shoot me a PM. c; 25 points for that, broskis. Also: I was non-specific about how Eris caught the Loner... if anyone wants to play that out as a thread or something, foredated to this one, that's cool, too. Lemme know! If not, we can assume Miqui was a badass and caught the Loner. -shrug- 8B

Joining this thread alone could be worth 15 points -- if at least 3 people join, that is. At first it's only 5 points -- complete a thread featuring culture -- but if three people join, it qualifies for the 10 points -- non-mandatory pack activity thread. C:

NPCing Miqui and Molcaxitl (she'll be leaving before the sacrifice). ALSO: the paste Molca is serving is made with mushrooms (not a heavy dose, just enough to blur the edges~). It's not mandatory to consume, and Molca will quietly inform your character before serving it to them. <3 Bambino ranks aren't permitted to consume the paste. >:o

/longest OOC ever

Eris is by Alaine!

The sharp scent of blood hung upon the air, masking the usually salty-sweet scent of her pack. Eris did not mind this smell; she had never minded this smell. It was the scent of life itself, after all. Pulsing, bleeding, throbbing, crying life. This one's cries had ceased some time ago, when she'd cut his tongue out, cauterizing the wound with the heated blade of a metal knife. There had been a lot of blood then, and that was when the sable hybrid thought it prudent to ask Miqui, ever-so-politely, to hold her cloak back and away from the blood. She did not wish to take it off; the cloak and the skull were symbols of her power, and very possibly endowed her with further power. The bear had been powerful, and the many pale foxes of her coat had been powerful, too. Surely, she then wore these things to derive their power.

At the moment, however, her mind was blissfully empty of thought and contemplation. She busied herself preparing to send this scrawny thing into the next world. It wasn't an ideal sacrifice -- the pale wolf was already winter-thin. If he had lived to see the cold season, he would have walked the razor edge of death anyway. Eris nonetheless had seen something in him, some faint reflection in his eyes, or perhaps some shifting shadow he cast. He'd been brought to her already partially carried toward death, sustaining some wounds. They had muttered some words about his trespassing, and the sable-hued hybrid barely heard her family, captivated by whatever it was that drew her to sacrifices, time and time again.

Bloody hours stretched since that moment, when Eris requested the Loner as her own. She had brought the expertly tied wolf to the Borgata Tenzontli, that northern corner of their territory, where where the rocks jutted from the earth. There was one particular flat rock she was fond of, one she'd seen even before Salsola's foundation. Miqui was with her, but Eris was no longer certain whether the coyote hybrid had been the one to bring the Loner to her or if he simply showed up at some point, drawn by the commotion and the scent of blood. Molcaxitl, too -- she stood to the side, clutching a bowl Eris faintly recognized as her own property.

It was the sight of that bowl that drew the sable hybrid away from the cutting. She had sliced two spirals into each of his arms to make him pure, as she had been made pure. He would see the afterlife soon, though, and they would not heal; they would never clarify his vision as her own scar had. Brilliant red ran down the wolf's arms, staining them rusty and bright crimson. The Auxiliary hadn't spoken in what felt like hours; it had taken all her concentration not to plunge the knife into his belly and carve out his innards, to take what she really wanted of him. She generally did not taunt those she sacrificed, in any case -- there hadn't been any need with this one.

The dark woman straightened, the knife trembling as her chartreuse eyes locked with the wolf's pale belly. It was splashed and streaked with red, no longer the almost-white it had been at first. His liver would pay the price for good winter, soon enough, and she would see whether it held the answer to the question of a new Crone. She did not know whether they needed one, and she lamented the loss of Tlantli in the rank. If there was another in the pack, she would have them, if all read well in this one's entrails and innards.

She turned and stepped toward Molca, away from the bleeding wolf. His head hung loosely, his chin against his chest. He had fallen unconscious at some point, and she hadn't realized it. The Auxiliary lifted one hand and stuck it into the bowl, drawing out a thick paste. She held it to Molca, who placed a tiny button and twisted stem into the center of the paste. There was already ground mushroom in the paste itself and this was all the other attendees would partake of, but Eris was to perform the ceremony -- she had to make sure her vision was eagle-sharp.

Eris brushed all of it against her tongue, swallowed, and licked her fingers clean. It smelled faintly of mint and carried the same taste, but was otherwise tasteless. Primarily, she tasted blood -- the loner's blood. She nodded to the coyote slave, and the woman moved off to offer the dish to each attending adult. Eris turned back toward the sacrifice, a faraway smile on her face. She was faintly aware of the cloak rustling at her back as Miqui loosed one hand to partake of the paste. She turned toward the gathered parties of Salsola, chartreuse eyes searching. Perhaps she would speak. There was time yet before the paste worked its magic and helped them see.

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