tell them that she's not sacred

Snake · 05-31-2010, 04:20 AM

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"Correct," he mumbled, though he didn't really understand what she was getting at with that. Getting help from the outside was something he had never considered—no one had done so when he had first arrived (well, Hezekiah had showed him the caverns, but once he explained that subterranean living was not for him, he was virtually on his own), and he had not expected anything more now. His longevity in the clan was not really something that he put much stock in, as others had been there longer and were related to the leaders in some way. He was a peripheral luxury, an extra arm of protection but one that was not really kept up well with. Snake didn't really care—he liked his solitude most of the time. He believed that a man's home should be found and established by the man himself.

He redirected his olive gaze to her chartreuse eyes as he told the story, noticing how much attention she took in it. He couldn't tell if she was interested in history, or if it was because her mother was a key component of it. Her question indicated the latter option, and he replied after a short pause, "I was never told specifically, so I cannot say with certainty." He paused, his gaze drifting to the river and then back to Eris Lykoi. "Knowing the man's reputation and having spoken to your mother afterward, I can guess easily enough what he did, however."

Eris Eternity · 05-31-2010, 05:18 AM

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The tawny-furred man merely confirmed her direct thoughts and said nothing of her insinuation; there did not seem to be a clear reaction displayed on his sandy-furred face, though whether this was because he did not understand what she had implied or he disagreed, Eris could not tell. She was eager enough to drop the subject, anyhow—a lack of interest in this place and her family did not necessary equate a desire to ruin them all, and the sable-furred woman was no princess of destruction. Such a thing did not particularly appeal to Eris—she had never killed for reasons as shallow and trite as territory or family or vengeance. Whatever death she had taken part in had been for a greater cause, and a greater purpose. Their blood sated a vengeful god, and their livers and entrails, their bones and their sorrow, made for excellent tools. There was nothing more powerful than the hurt experienced by these lost souls, cut down and torn to pieces in their prime.

Snake continued speaking, and Eris's interest did not fade; her chartreuse eyes widened considerably as the tawny-furred coyote spoke of Haku and what he'd done to her mother. Now it made sense that the only thing he'd spoken to her directly had been about Kaena—the sable-furred woman's muzzle wrinkled as she considered this new information. Snake didn't have to spell it out for Eris—she was not so obtuse that she did not recognize the underlying tone to the tawny-furred man's words. Anger flared on her sable-furred face, and her face grew even more sour. So this was the reason she had been so desirable for Haku, then—he'd tasted the mother and he wanted the fresher fruit of the daughter, perhaps. The thought made her clench her jaw and grit her teeth in anger. “Bastard,” she hissed. She was supposed to have been special; there was supposed to have been something special in those goddamn woods, and this knowledge had shattered that for the sable-shaded hybrid. Eris was not so silly as to continue to whine at the tawny man about this new problem—such a thing would be tantamount to suicide. If they didn't kill her for what she'd done, they'd certainly cast her out.

Snake · 05-31-2010, 05:47 AM

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He glanced over to see her expression at this news—he had expected a certain amount of distress of the news of her mother, but what passed over Eris' facade was a beyond the parameters of what Snake had thought. His keen eyes picked up the working of her jaw muscles, and he imagined the sound of teeth gritting in his own ears. Oh, he was not sure how close this woman was to her mother, so he could not say anything for sure—and, generally, if he could not say anything for sure, he did not say anything at all. He could not insinuate that she knew more of Haku Soul than he had thought, but it wasn't as if he wanted to know. That wolf was a demon that had long since escaped exorcism, and the blond coyote did not want to know of him, his ways, or anything that would distract this point of view. He knew as a soldier that humanizing—or even dehumanizing—enemies was a pathway to weakness. They were objects to be made cold and still, and that was all. So, with his olive eyes remaining unblinking on her reaction, he said in gruff and level tones, "He is a bad man." Understatement of the year, but Snake was a stickler for the truth.

He could gauge her reactions and make his own judgments all he wanted, but in the end it didn't mean much. Snake's impressions on Eris were already made, and they were generally positive. He didn't know what else to say, his gaze drifting to the river and the (sadly) empty bottle in his hands. The sun reflected low off of the water, orange-red, signaling night would fall soon. He grumbled unhappily (not really noticing vocalization) at the situation of having to find another place to sleep—probably a secluded place under the stars, though it was getting old. Without any words Snake stood up, turning to face Eris. "It was nice meeting you, Eris Lykoi," he offered in his gravelly voice, eyes on her though his mind was already drifting to whether he should go toward the hills or the forest to find a place to crash.

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