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Myrika Tears · 01-05-2012, 10:16 AM

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Ugh rambly. :c Sorry. <3

The blue roan horse gave a toss of her head and meandered away, in all likelihood to graze. Myrika knew the horse wouldn't wander terribly far, and in any case, Eira could generally be summoned by a particular yelping howl Myrika taught her. The horse responded only when she chose to do so, however, and the tawny hybrid did not begrudge her infrequent refusals, either. Myri did not quite think of her blue roan mare as an equal to herself or any other Luperci, but she did recognize the horse's ability to have her own desires, needs, and so forth. In this manner, perhaps Myrika was far too kindly an owner -- surely, there were some who considered horses and other beasts of burden only a step above prey.

It was not difficult for Myrika to differentiate between a prey animal and a horse, though she supposed in the most dire circumstances, the lines might become a little more blurry. She could not imagine eating Eira as her father must have done in that awful ravine. Perhaps she might dine upon the flesh of some other horse if the worst happened, but not Eira... right? Myri supposed in the end she would not know until -- unless -- faced with such circumstances. For the moment, she was content to ride her high horse and claim she would not eat her horse, given the proper situation. She simply would not claim such too loudly, for fear of looking a hypocrite.

The tawny hybrid offered a nod of her head at Vesper's words. She hadn't expected to be chastised for failing to recognize another ranked canine in Inferni, but it was faintly relieving nonetheless. Perhaps part of Myrika would always expect teasing or harsh words, or perhaps in time, the red-haired coyote would learn to release such anxieties. I held that rank before. It's easy enough -- easier still with a horse, the russet woman added, smiling. She did not wish to gasconade regarding her ownership of the equine, and so it was that she moved onto other subjects than the blue roan quickly enough. I actually live out here, over in that schoolhouse, the hybrid added, gesturing vaguely in the direction of her home.

So -- maybe that is my fault, she said, her grin widening a bit. I live all the way out here -- can't expect the clan to come and drop by, what with most of you guys living in the caves or the mansion. Where'd you take up your house? the coyote inquired, mostly out of politeness. She didn't know who lived where, aside from Ezekiel and his caves, and Halo and her room. Perhaps it would do her good to learn where some of her fellow coyotes chose to make their home. She needed more friends, and more interaction in general. It had been good to undertake the project of Inferni's history, but the rust-hued woman ached for company more frequently than she thought possible. Perhaps there was sociability lurking within Myrika yet.

Myrika is by Nat!

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