[M] a dog among kings

Eris Eternity · 01-06-2012, 02:08 PM

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I'll leave this open in case anyone else wants to reply again; otherwise, I'll probably wrap it up shortly. Unpinning now.

Also, this post is total hallucinatory drivel. O_O Eris is basically sitting by the fire and doing what she's doing in dreamland (standing at one point, bowing head, etc.). None of this is actually happening. /semi-obligatory disclaimer

Eris is by me!

The world seemed to rise in the spirals of smoke drifting upward from the fire. Sparks and tiny cinders drifted upward with the sizzle and snap of the meat. The powerfully good scent had begun to fade, leaving behind a charred and deathly scent that spoke only of death. There was no life, no energy to be gleaned once the meat was reduced to ash, and this was the sable-furred woman's aim. She would allow the others to take the man's pelt, his flesh, his bones -- whatever else was left of her sacrifice, it was Salsola's to keep or discard as they would. Eris had her important piece, and she had given it over to the other side, and now she felt the rise within her of some other force.

The whisper rose quietly in her mind, a background din she could not at first identify. There was not one voice among them, but a hundred thousand, and each babbled at impossible speed, their words and meanings blurring together as well as Molcaxitl's paste. The dark woman was but a sprat among the immortals, her dull flesh-ears unable, at first, to discern meaning from the roar of noise that had risen within her own mind. As she stood among them, however, all physical world around her drained away to shadowed darkness, the woman felt the smoke again, impossibly hot as it enveloped her.

A concentration of heat touched her shoulderblades, both ears, and her forehead, growing hotter by the second. The dark hybrid was readying herself to cry out with the pain of it, when suddenly, all hurt evaporated, and she realized she stood with impossibly large, lengthy wings. Feathers as dark as her own fur, shiny and slick like oil, covered them. Her ears had lengthened and widened to comical size, and great, curving horns like that of her ram sprouted from either side of her forehead. She knew these things rather than saw them, but she might have looked at herself if she wished; here was her power, drawing back and away from the physical and the flesh and acquiring her truer form.

She breathed, and smelled smoke. There was a quiet whisper as her hearing shifted from her flesh-bound ears to these smoky ones, and she shivered with the feeling of it, less an auditory hallucination than a palpable feeling drawing put and down her spine like the claws of a lover. The voices and their words became clearer to her, and the dark woman knew their meaning at long last. The language, familiar as it was with these ears of smoke, was unintelligible to the flesh-bound ears, and now, only now, did she take their deeper meaning.

A roar rose among them, one she knew well. Despite her familiarity with it, a tingle of fear crept through the woman, and she bowed her head to await his presence, the heaviness of her smoke-limbs palpable to her. She saw green eyes, brilliant and bright as her own but lacking in yellowy hues, an imperfect match. She sucked in a breath, and felt him all around her like a viscous liquid wind. There was no discomfort, but where the fire and smoke had been hot, there was only cold and death in him.

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