femur and stone

Eris Eternity · 11-20-2011, 06:51 AM

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Eris is by Poppz!

Her surname was repeated, lacking nothing in pronunciation. The question that followed, however, surprised and delighted her into broadly grinning, a short giggle erupting from her muzzle. If only! What she would not give to live forever and ever, to true eternity. Her namesake would grant her no permanence, however, and Eris was not convinced immortality was a true thing. She would have wanted it more than anything, if it were a real and achievable thing, but she did not think she needed concern herself with myths and falsities.

Ah, yes -- this is good. Too much pride and you'll become arrogant, the dark woman said, clearly unaware of her own arrogance. She stepped forward to receive the rabbit, grinning from ear to ear. Here was a gift, and she hadn't even had to ask for it. The sable hybrid did not think anyone had spoken to this one of Salsola -- from his rusty speech, she did not think he'd spoken to anyone in a long time. She remembered her journey northward, and the long stretches of weeks between seeing another living canine. One's voice tended to rust as old metal, to creak and squawk with disuse.

Thank you, she said, still grinning as she retreated the step she'd taken, not wishing to crowd him. She transferred the rabbit to the hand clutching the stick, shifting the driftwood back to sit in the crook of her elbow. I speak only truth, though, Hrafn. Her sleek head twisted in the direction of Salsola, seeming to contemplate a moment. The gears behind her yellow-green eyes were churning, churning. Is there a place you can call home? she inquired, deciding this was the best route of conversation. He might yet balk at their ideals and customs, surely, but there wasn't much point in speaking to him of those things if he had sworn an oath to a different group.

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