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Eris is by Alaine!
Her fingers caressed gently the earth and the smear of blood across it, the organ she'd sliced and looked upon with older eyes. She had not engaged in ritual for longer than she could remember, but her fingers and arms and eyes remembered well. It was easy, then, to recall the old ways and methods, the thing she had been once upon a time. Perhaps it had never left her at all but only slept peacefully, a slumbering presence somewhere in the back of her mind. It had not been a perceptible thing; there was no great epiphany for Eris. She had seen no dancing angels and swaying spirits. Yet it was there again, the thing she had not realized she missed in the first place.
Her ears listened and heard, but she herself did not move to greet the added presence. She was perfectly content, communing with and surrounded by her dead, without this added breath of the living. Eris recalled in a vague way that somehow, this ink-colored woman with her dead gray eyes had been a challenge to her once. She had perceived Siv as a threat, once upon a time -- that much was remembered, but the coal-hued hybrid could not grasp at the reason why. That was buried, perhaps hidden and for a reason. She was alright with that -- Eris saw what she needed to see, and nothing more.
Her fingers withdrew from the cerise blotch upon the dirt, and her swaying relented slowly, eventually ceasing altogether. The fire burned, merry crackling life in the otherwise dark night. Without turning, the wolf woman spoke in someone else's voice and with someone else's words. Carrion crow, she said. There was vague endearment in her voice, though mostly indifference -- it was a descriptor, an observation and nothing more. She was beyond insults in her state, and perhaps entirely done with them. The vampire had sipped from Sirius so slowly none had perceived it, and would perhaps yet suckle on Salvia herself someday. Eris would not ally herself with this, but neither could she silence the gleeful mental snickering at the thought. It was that small and weak part of herself she could never release entirely.
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