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Eris is by Poppz!
The man spoke a single word, and the coyote responded with a small nod. More of a shot, then, if he'd struck it dead in the heart at such a distance. She desired this one as her own, but as with most she wished to take for Salsola, there was no enslaving this one. His best use was that of a free man, a soldier, if need be. With his eyes and his arrows, he could protect their borders at a longer distance than any presently within the pack. They were not quite so used to weaponry in Salsola, especially not ranged weaponry -- Bastion fought with his deadly-sharp intelligence, Janos with tooth and claw, and Larkspur much the same.
He continued cleaning his wares, picking the arrow up and giving it a dusting, then seemed at a loss for a moment, touching the rabbit. There wasn't any overt emotion Eris could detect of him; his smile, though broad, had seemed to fit awkwardly on his face, and now there was an odd blankness to him. She wondered if he was mostly mute. Then -- an introduction. Eris had encountered a few canines in her lifetime who did not speak, or spoke as little as possible. She herself liked conversation and would fill the air herself if need be, but it was a relief to realize such things were not necessary here. His manner of speech was odd, but not so much that it obscured the meaning of his words.
Eris Eternity, she said, speaking her full name. It was rare for Eris to do so -- generally, her surname was reserved for those she thought deserved to have it. This one, though -- she wanted him, and there was no point in obscuring herself for one she intended to have for Salsola, if he would have them. It's good to meet you, she added, an afterthought. It was good to meet him. If his personality proved appropriate, and if he was resilient enough for Salsola, it would be better still.
You don't have pride in your shot? she inquired, tempering the boldness of the question with politeness of tone, her ears cast backward in preemptive apology. I've not seen such skill before, she confided, now leaning toward him and lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. There was energy glittering in her chartreuse eyes, and she seemed animated, though she did not fidget and shift her weight.
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