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Vieira did not wait to see if Eris had anything to say. She ran with the bucket in hand—something she would not have if she had not backed up into it—and did not stop for a break until she was anywhere near the caves. She ran as if Eris was hot on her trail and the only protection she had was Kaena and that was nothing she could trust but the only thing she could do. The faith in the elderly woman faltered in the entire meeting with Eris, that the idea Kaena would protect her was all gone and she resorted back to the thoughts of nothing. Where did not not have trust, distrust did not exist. She lived purely based on action and the demands of whomever owned her. And now, anything she had built in the last few months were gone, shattered, and if they were to return she would not know.

The scent of the caves, of those that lived there, filled her nose, and slowly she came to trot from where she had come. Her knuckles ached from gripping the handle as hard as she could and a raw spot formed where it had been hitting and rubbing against her legs but the ache there did not bother her. None of it did. She was breathing heavily, bent over as she walked, her free hand on her hip and she realized she ached there. Vieira did not have the stamina as a runner, which caused her legs to give out and hit the ground. The bucket was forgotten, some feet away, and she was landed somewhere near her garden. Her cheeks were still wet from her tears, even if the ceased while she had been running, but now as she were on the ground outside the group of caves, she started to cry again.

Vieira heaved a long breath, unable to get enough wind after the run in addition to trying to cry at the same time. Her eyes closed tightly as she tried to regain any sort of relief from the pain she felt but it was hopeless and she just tried to suffer through it, riding it out until it was over.

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The silver-furred woman was in her cave, her thoughts on the sable-furred canine who had showed up on the borders days prior. Eris represented a problem—fully grown now, she was certainly different from her siblings. It was undeniable anymore—she had not seen Arkham since he had fully matured, but she had seen Rachias, her lovely hybrid features declaring her father a coyote, at least in part. Her sable-furred half-sister, on the other hand, clearly showed far more wolfish features. There would be no passing Laruku or Astaroth off as her father—neither coyote could have paternity over such a clearly wolf-dominant hybrid. Perhaps those not so knowledgeable in the blends of various canine types would be fooled, but Kaena knew better. The silver-shaded coyote held no doubt that most of the Lykoi might also be able to discern that something was off about Eris—perhaps they could not say so as definitively as she, but they would know.


The sound of running drew her attention, and after a moment she emerged from the cave in time to see Vieira collapse by the small garden she had been attempting to cultivate. The silver-shaded hybrid saw no sense in that—come winter, it would be as dead and free of green as the rest of the waste, whereas the greenhouse would still be warm and hospitable to the plants. Distress marked the tawny-furred woman, and the scarred elder did not have to wonder why—the vague scent of Eris clung to Viei's fur, and the one-eyed woman winced, considering she might have told Vieira about Eris's arrival—now it would seem the Quintus had figured it out on her own. Hesitantly the scarred woman made her way toward Viei, halting behind her. “She's come home, I guess,” the coyote said flatly. “I should have warned you.”

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Vieira did not wait long before Kaena actually came out to find her. Her ears fell back against her head as she stared at the ground, the sight of the elder woman's feet in her vision but she was too afraid to move. What had she done? Whatever Kaena said to her did little else other than worry her and she picked one of her hands from the ground to wipe back the tears from her eyes. It took her a long moment to gather herself and slowly she withdrew from the ground, leaning back on her heels. Her own pale golden gaze stayed on the ground and she sucked in a breath.

"Did she... did she come back for me?" she asked, her voice breaking through her question because she was afraid. What if she was really back for her? And would Kaena give her up since she had only been a gift? Tightening her jaw, her eyes welled up again. "Please... miss Kaena, don't let me go back with her," she cried. Vieira did not often ask for things about herself but she was comfortable here, Kaena was good to her, and she had even put on a little more weight than she had before. The comfort of routine—despite the war—had been something she liked, there had been minimal violence and punishment and her good work was not taken for granted and she was not punished without reason.

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There was fear plastered all over the pale gold coyote's face, and the silver-shaded woman's sable ears folded back against her skull. She sat down rather abruptly on her haunches and peered up at Vieira, shaking her head firmly at the younger canine's question. “No,” she responded. “No, you aren't going back with her. Did she hurt you?” the hybrid asked, peering over the smaller canine's body for signs of visible injury. There was only the clear indication of fear and panic in the younger canine's face. “If she's hurt you, she'll pay like any other Inferni member attacking another,” the coyote said, her russet muzzle wrinkling into a faint snarl. This was not right—this coyote should not have had to fear for her life that she would be given away. Even if Kaena did not do such a thing, what if she dropped dead tomorrow? Would Eris try to claim Vieira as her property, then? The hybrid would not have that.

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I swear, I have sneezed at least twenty times tonight. Make that twenty one. :|

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As Vieira waited for an answer, she felt her chest swell in panic. It was suddenly hard to breathe, hard to hear, hard to see. Her jaws parted and she gasped for breath, already imagining the truth. That Eris had returned for her and Kaena was giving her up. Vieira had been accustomed to not having wants or needs but right now, she knew she didn't want this. She was sure she didn't need this. But Kaena's voice broke her. The first no went over her head but she registered everything else a moment later. Her eyes were welled with tears that she tried to blink back and she gasped for breath, able to calm it down. Even though Eris was still here, Kaena was not letting her go back and she seemed concern. The slave swallowed hard and started to pick herself up, but she stayed on the ground on all four legs and made her way toward her owner.

"No," she said quietly, shaking her head. Eris didn't hurt her physically. She just mentally stressed her out and she felt a shake, a cold chill run down her spine. She leaned back so her rump sat against her feet and her hands folded neatly in her lap. Vieira had so many more questions but she was afraid of the answers. Afraid to find out things were going to be terrible in her favor. Clenching her jaw, she lifted a hand to wipe at her eyes finally. Her sandy colored cheeks were wet and she tried to dry them, only to smear and wet her face further. "Why... why is she here?" she finally asked though she was afraid for speaking out of turn when she might not normally be but the stress had her mindset reeling back in progress.

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So like, I am a fail. :O


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The smaller canine made her way forward toward Kaena, and instinctively the silver-shaded hybrid knelt down to the woman's level, reaching out with one hand. The scarred canine placed this hand awkwardly on one of Vieira's tawny shoulders, squeezing gently in reassurance. As the other canine straightened up, Kaena did as well, slumping into a seated position across from the Quintus. Her single eye remained on the other canine, a troubled look flickering across her scarred features. Once again the thought of the other canine being passed along lingered on the Centurion's mind; she was always close to death, and at her age, it was impossible to gauge how long she had left. She felt healthy enough; she was not sickly or weak, nor did she show signs of her age. Even so, this year, she would be eleven, and prior to the advent of Lupercism, such an age was unheard of in the wild. Frowning, the coyote rolled her ashen shoulders in a shrug.

“I don't really know. I got the impression she wasn't wanted anywhere else anymore,” the coyote woman said. “Astaroth isn't her father,” the coyote said suddenly, almost blurting this out. She did not think Vieira knew this; Eris hadn't up until very recently, after all. The ashen hued woman again shrugged, though one corner of her coal-colored lips lifted upwards. “Maybe that had something to do with it,” she mused, looking to Vieira. She knew nothing about the society that had spawned these two canines, and the tawny-furred woman might have more insight to Eris's sudden appearance rather than Kaena herself.


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This is short, I am sorry. I wasn't sure what to have her do really.

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Her question was left unanswered for the most part and she felt uneasy, her eyes staring at the ground as her fingers laced together between her digits. She was tired from running and crying and just wanted to curl up and sleep the rest of the day away. It was all too much and she didn't know how to handle Eris being here. "Is she staying?" she asked quietly, her voice low but her breathing had finally settled and were on an even tone. Her hands separated in her palms and she lifted to rub the tears from her fur covered cheeks. She wondered if she would be treated differently with Eris here, or if Eris would try to take her back, or even boss her around. Vieira would be too afraid to not obey her former owner, even if Kaena told her otherwise.

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The ash-colored coyote knew next to nothing about her daughter, and she did not truly desire to know more than she did. What Eris had shown her thus far proved nothing but that she was a spoiled little shit, and that she had absorbed far more from Astaroth than her absentee mother, or even her unknown father. There was arrogance and petulance both there, a simpering sort of uselessness that could not see its own failure; even Vieira, who could not even hunt for herself, far surpassed Eris in terms of usefulness.


The coyote woman's yellow-golden eye grew distant at the smaller canine's question, thinking over this. Part of Kaena wanted to drive Eris back to the place from whence she came; part of Kaena did not care if she never saw her daughter again. Even so, blood was blood, and the hybrid could not altogether abandon her own. A frown crossed her scarred muzzle, and her ears turned back, tilting to the rear just slightly. “If she doesn't do anything to get herself kicked out, she won't be,” the hybrid said. “It's on her,” the hybrid added, rolling a coal-shaded shoulder anxiously.


The coyote woman frowned at the paler canine, her one-eyed gaze focused back on the other canine. Once again the creeping sensation that Vieira could be passed along like so much property haunted her, and the silver-shaded woman turned her nose to the ground, her gaze refusing to meet Vieira after just a moment. “Vieira,” she said, lifting her gaze once more. Nervousness pervaded her every movement and expression; she could not seem to remain still for more than thirty seconds at a time without readjusting her position. “I don't want to own you anymore. I don't want you to be owned anymore,” she said, speaking quickly, revising her rough thoughts even as she gave them to the Quintus.

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