eyes like stormy seas

Eris Eternity · 05-02-2012, 02:34 PM

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(--) NOT THAT IT MATTERS (no post edits necessary), but the SL canines who went to the festival surely disguised their scents? :3 Eris did not do so very well here, though. Also, fun fact: this is Eris's 666th post. 8B

Eris is by Alaine!

Horse paid no mind to the other animal's discomfort; the big mare looked on with the same indifference plastered over the sable Auxiliary's features. There was a spark of interest, however, when the creamy-furred wolf spoke of the usefulness of these rocks. Eris was not one with an eye for practicality; she was as likely to overlook such a bounty as she was to mine it for what it was worth. This was not so far from Salsola, and it was good to know such treasures existed here.

I see, she said, nodding as she did so. And you -- make arrows and daggers? the woman inquired, pondering just who she had stumbled across. I am Eris, she said, introducing herself sans pack and surname. The pack's scent -- should the creamy wolf recognize it -- announced her as a Salsolian well enough. She was beyond caring, however -- Larkspur was dead, Harrow was gone, Molcaxitl was missing.

Who was next? Perhaps she would meet her her end here at the base of the mountains, at this tawny woman's hands. Perhaps that was fitting, too -- the dark hybrid did not look on death with any sort of fear. Larkspur was in the afterlife, and her dead children -- Shibboleth and Solanaceae. Her other children would join her, too, someday -- so what did she have to fear from death but temporary separation?

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