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Eris is by Titmouse!
The dark-hued woman appraised the chocolate-furred male. He was dark as shadow itself, the color of sunset's smoky haze in the deep and thick southland forests. She much preferred the bared marshlands and flat, desolate landscape to the far north -- there were these patches of beauty, like the sunflowers, after all, but not all could have the lovely straw-colored coats of Itachi and Tlantli. Coyotes, she thought, noting the sudden anger passing over the larger male's face. His brilliantly pink eyes were directed at the girl, however, and when Eris's gaze flicked toward the coyote, she saw fear. Recogition tingled at the back of her neck.
She only smiled adoringly in the coyote's direction, though it was the patronizing and indulgent smile of a parent dealing with a particularly petulant or slow child. Her gaze was drawn to the male, stalking through the sunflowers. His voice was deep and low, and he introduced himself promptly. The dark-hued woman shifted in her saddle, unwilling to dismount in the face of potential danger. Her smile changed when it turned to him and became more sincere.
Very peculiar, Eris agreed. Eris Eternity. Is such a well-trained creature for trade, by chance? the dark woman asked. Another slave to do her bidding, in replacement of Molcaxitl -- and this one, she might even treat nicely to the end. At least until she tired of looking upon it and sought her fun through other means. You've broken her so well. It was an observation and not a question as to whether the cowering coyote was a belonging and not a person -- Eris's experience was such with chattel. She recognized them quite well.
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