sometimes our dreams, they float like anchors

Eris Eternity · 04-06-2011, 01:08 AM

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Word Count → 448 :: C:

There was a hole where there had once been a chunk of her, a small but vital missing piece. Wretch was gone, and they did not know where she had gone -- that sense of despairing hopelessness had not faded from the dark woman's chest since that fateful discovery. It was not, however, all-encompassing as she might have expected -- the first night fear and worry both had driven her half-mad, but by the next day it had begun to fade away slowly. She engaged her mind and body in the day's tasks, caring for the remaining children and getting Molcaxitl acclimated to the pack, and as she did this that ball of worry and fear had faded slowly away, becoming less and less as the mundane tasks of daily life stole her concentration from her daughter's disappearance..

The hybrid woman did not treat Molcaxitl as an equal -- there was no question in Eris's mind where the tawny coyote served, and she had made it perfectly clear that her children, Larkspur, Sirius, and Misery were to be obeyed in much the same manner as Eris herself was to be obeyed. Axi hadn't protested, nor had she shown the slightest surprise or unease at the prospect of serving this new family. The sable-shaded Tuyul assumed her companion was raised a slave -- there was not so much as a shred of insubordination in her, which was something of a rarity in free-born canines turned slaves later in their lives. Her own experience was not extensive, but she had been raised in the same place as Axi, and she knew the customs well enough. The Eternian's name was something of a giveaway, anyway -- renaming free-born canines wasn't all too common.

The sprawling heart of the common room cave stretched out before her, seeming vast and empty. There were few around at this hour; it was early in the day, and Eris assumed many in the pack headed above ground for at least part of the day. She enjoyed living in the caves, but it was odd being away from the sun for so long -- she craved it after only a few days spent underground. Tucked off to a side corner of the room, Eris did not seem to be occupied by anything in particular -- her gaze seemed rather listless, as if she were caught off in her own thoughts somewhere. The coal-hued woman was not -- instead, she was focused on the entrances to the cave, her yellow-green eyes furtively shifting from one to the next and back again. She was watching, and waiting -- if Wretch returned, Eris wished to be the first to know.

hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds

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Torrent Fault · 04-12-2011, 01:24 AM

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OOC : [Thanks James for the table.] Sorry for the delay.

"I swore that was the right way." He couldn't help but mumble to himself. So far in his journey to explore the caves, and find this thing called a 'library'. He's managed to find the horses three times, and the entrance to the cave twice. He's also was quite sure he'd been going in a circle. As it stood now he's simple manged to find his way to the caves main gathering area. It was wide and expansive, but as it stands seeing the dark was never his strong suit. Lacking an eye only made the matter worse. Even more so as his leg began to bother him, and give way to a cramp again.

A soft sigh escaped his muzzle as he pawed at the ground around him, "In a pack full of toughies, I've sure proved myself to be a bit of a wimp." None the less, he was here and even if he didn't know his way around it seemed most were friendly. Even if friendly was the loose way to describe them. Never the less, at the end of the day he's never really felt quite safe. Yet here, here he was beginning to really feel the word. Then again, how was he to really know what the word safe meant. In the end, even those closet to him turned their backs to favor potential power. In the end, was the power they gained worth it? How long would it take before their deciets fell in under the weight of their greed. How long before they realized power was only half the battle, with out the other aspect their was no prize to be had in power.

Whining again as he curled himself up over by the wall, he looked around. With his right paw he moved to make a map of what he could remember. However, he had the vaguest feeling not all tunnels led to the horses. He probably just found the horses due to his irrational fear of them.

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Eris Eternity · 04-13-2011, 05:34 PM

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Word Count › 503 No problem. :3 Please do take your time, no rush at all. <3

a dog among kings with no self control

Family was a foreign concept to the coal-hued woman -- her mother had not treated her as family in the beginning, and this was all Eris could remember of the first few months of her life. The earliest memories were hazy and vague, and though the coyote hybrid knew no abuse had occurred where Kaena was concerned, that did not lessen to hurt of being ostracized, made to feel so goddamn different. She hadn't even understood this at first; it was only just before she'd left with Astaroth that Eris had even realized she was regarded differently than her littermates. When she had arrived in Eterne, she had been shown family -- the Kimaris had considered her one of their own, and she was taken in with them as if she'd shared blood. To be fair, they thought she had. Of course, when a blood connection was deemed impossible, they'd thrown her out just as quickly.

The idea that this Anathema should function as her family was equally as foreign -- the hybrid had never experienced true and total acceptance. Even in Eterne, those outside of the Kimaris family had mocked her wolfish appearance, suggesting she was unworthy of the affection her false family showed her. Here, there was no such mockery -- at least, none she'd encountered, anyway. The coal-hued woman had not encountered anyone that even seemed to notice she bore coyote heritage. Then again, her appearance might have belied that very herigate -- Eris was well-aware that she did not appear to be much of a coyote, after all. The only such evidence of her Infernian past might be in her just-slightly enlarged ears and her barely sharper, more lithe features.

The sounds of movement caught the sable-shaded woman's attention, and she turned her head slowly, seeking the source of the noise. There was a pale whiteness in the corner, one that caused her heart to catch in her throat and sink just as quickly as she realized that not only was this white wolf significantly older than Wretch, he was also definitely male. Still, the chance for distraction had presented itself, and in any case -- this one seemed to be stressed, and new. He was curled against a wall of one of the hallways, seeming extremely confused or agitated. She approached hesitantly, her coal-hued tail wavering slowly in a friendly greeting.

“You okay?” she asked, uncertain as to what exactly the procedure was in greeting a new packmate one intended to befriend or assist -- she no ingrained praxis for this sort of interaction. In Eterne, she had peered at everyone with an air of condescension, something that she did not wish to do here (and even if she had, she doubted it'd be considered acceptable, anyway). In Inferni, she had looked at everyone as a potential enemy, someone to betray and hurt her as her mother and the Kimaris family had. Here, this was an entirely new beast, and certainly one she had to grow accustomed to.

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