Note: Founding thread. Those invited will have been sent PMs.
Date: May 07
Setting: Drifter Bay
Time: Dawn
Character Form: Lupus
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Word Count » -- :: table by anna <3
The darkness caressed him, a wanton lover, pulling shadows over its kin - The Hunter sat poised, silent.
The land whispered around him, holding baited breath for the oncoming dawn. This new world seemed still; emptied of life, but not barren - A silver goblet waiting to be filled with the violent burgundy of wine. Alone he sat amongst its folds, a creature born of the crafty shadows and the cold, wild ocean wind. Cunning eyes glowed with mineral intent amongst the ravenswing shadows, and he cast them momentarily to the sky above. Stars, tiny pinpricks of silver blood, began to fade in the steadily bleaching sky. The sun, an ominous golden eye that gazed balefully at the insignificant mortals below, had not yet breached the chains of the underworld, and night still ruled here.
But not for long. A new ruler was rising.
The Revlis male rose abruptly, and began to pace. His mind anxiously sought the figures he knew were coming, picturing them each with perfect clarity, whispering sweet seductions to each with the Hunter's voice. He had corrupted them all, but it was with the cold love of the reptile; He needed them, each and every one. They were the chosen - They were the Family.
A dark shaman would be leading them, and as always, thoughts of her possessed him with a unique longing. By her hands he had made this thing, this wicked and wonderful thing, and with her help he would let the weeds bloom, fresh within an empty ribcage ready for planting. Thistle lined the lonely man, scattered about his elegantly cream-gloved paws - It was a treacherous plant, barbed and resilient, and for it he had named the land he had claimed.
The time had come, time to reel in the spiderwebs Sirius had lain with such expertise precision. The time had come - Salsola awaited.
Word Count » 592 Vague vague vague in first paragraph. XD Powerplaying as if Lark and the kids showed up with Eri. :o
my road to hell is surely paved
They had gathered slowly, and the hybrid peered over them with interest, her ears pricked forward and her chartreuse eyes glittering with anxiousness and excitement both. The faces here were familiar, close ones -- she could count them as friends, maybe. Some she did not know so well, but she trusted them, anyhow, and Sirius had sought some out himself to ascertain their loyalties. She had, as well, and it seemed everything was falling into place. In her Lupus form for travel, the hybrid had waited at the caves, her tail held easily. She did not wish to draw attention to herself, and as they gathered in number she shifted, uneasy and wishing to move along.
When she could stand it no longer, she turned to Larkspur, and peered at him with a strange smile, alight with the strange and flickering firelight of the Anathema caves. She would miss firelight, but torches weren't impossible to come by, and their experience with them here would prove handy, she thought. None of them were torch-markers or in charge of lighting fires, but they were at least familiar with it. Larkspur was likely to exit through the horse's tunnel, but the hybrid woman thought dragging too many canines through there would draw the horse's nervousness and cause them to make noise. They should be surreptitious, she thought, for purposes of etiquette.
Wordlessly, she turned and made her way toward the exit of the cave, bending her head only to mutter to Pandemic and Salvia at her heels. “Maybe ride with your father on the horse, if he says you can?” she said, wondering if they were too big. Nearly five months old now, they were growing faster than she could fathom, and perhaps they would find it awkward to ride together. Eris carried a few of her own meager possessions, having once again gone through the process of purging what she did not need, moving it to Anathema's general storage cave for someone else to find in the future.
The still-dark air was cool, but lacking the biting cold of winter now; spring had certainly settled in now, and they would not see frosted ground again unless by freak weather. The greenery of it was dazzling even in shadow, and once they were quite a good distance clear of the caves and nearly to the border, she increased her pace steadily to a run, moving with that strange and coyote-esque lope, entirely too graceful on her bulky and large wolf body. The ground flew beneath her paws and she found herself before the new border in little under an hour, slowing her pace and dropping her muzzle to the ground and inhaling for Sirius's scent. Now that she was clearly within her own borders, her tail was lifted, and her head quickly rose again to its elevated position, though she did not glance behind her to see the others and their positions.
She found Sirius's scent quickly and trotted after it, dipping her head to him as they came into view. In view of the rest of him, her submission was not so severe, but it was clear -- her head was quite clearly lower than his, her eyes carefully averted from his direct gaze, careful not to catch it for so much as a moment. Eris took her place beside him jauntily, feeling for the first time that strange disparity here, wondering if she ought to instead stand beside Larkspur. She made no move, however, and simply faced the rest of them beside Sirius.
Tlantli brings Miqui, but not Citlali. That way, if Fae can't get around to the thread, we're not waiting on a post. She did tell Citlali what was going on, though, so Fae is free to follow. Obviously.
she's a black magic woman
and she's trying to make a devil out of me
Her mouth still tasted of blood and rust, but the pain of her snake-like teeth had faded upon the news that it was time. Golden hands had gathered scant possessions, hallucinogenic herbs locked away in a worn satchel of dark leather and jewelry bound in her belt so as not to jostle about and make nose. It was set firm in her mind, of her own volition, that she would not allow anyone to know she was departing until she was gone. So was her sense of privacy that she hadn't even told Miqui what would be happening until that moment. Her hand found his muscular arm and shook his larger body with a force to wake him from her bed. He groaned complainingly. "Que?" Oh, the poor thing hadn't slept long enough. Tlantli rolled her ruby eyes and adjusted the strap of her satchel across her chest. "Despertarse. Estamos dejando." She turned from him and approached the center of their shared den, glancing into the room of her nephew. Unlike Miqui, she had spoken to Citlali. It was his choice to stay or follow, she would not make him leave the family he had found in the mountains, even if it meant staying with the family he had fled Eterne with.
Miqui rolled out of his bedding and stood with a grunt of exertion. "Dejando? ¿Por qué? Dónde?" Her ears twitched atop her head as she listened to his heavy footfalls. "No hacen preguntas, Miqui." She wasn't in the mood to answer them. Miqui didn't get a choice. He was leaving with her, even if she had to drag him. He seemed to get the message, crossing his arms and scowling an irritated scowl. His small sister merely shook her head.
They crossed the mountains in silence, searching for the handsome devil she had thought upon since their meeting. She was taken with him, yet her contemplations had been his words and not his body. A family. The Family. Her family. And Miqui's, if he would simply shut up and listen to her. The trek was quiet. Tlantli listened, searching for a subtly familiar scent and finding one that was all together memorable. Eris, and her family, and those of Anathema who wanted something more. She approached the group in the same soundless steps that she and her brother had used between the Bay and the Caverns. No smile crossed her features. Fire eyes searched the faces of those present: a beautiful Eternian, the handsome Revlis, fiesty Salvia. The tall, dark man was ignored, for she had no time for the wolves when the future was so bright for her.
Her silence was broken only as she spit to the side, ridding her mouth of the traces of blood that had been seeping from her teeth.
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The cave was still dark under the earth. Faded golden beams of light pooled on the ground where holes and crevice’s worked away at the unique and exasperated tunnel system. Occasional breezes swept through the corridor, only turning up piles of dirt and spreading them along the wall bottoms. The torches burned through the night and continued to the morning, never resting except to breathe out raspy sigh that sent black shadows into the air.
He was awake, of course, when Tlantli stood and aroused her brother. Dull, lifeless green eyes stared away from his room entrance and towards what appeared to be another wall with a crescent shape excellently carved into its presence. It was small, barely the size of his palm, but brought him great pleasure. Boyish ginger-white hands were entwined in all kinds of threads and beads on his bedside though he made sure to make no noise while cherishing them.
They were leaving. Citlali knew before his ears sought out his aunt’s Hispanic words. He could feel her eyes on his orange back, dark with maroon but full of question – another decision being forced wordlessly upon him. The boy was still unsure of whether he should go. But he knew he had to. There was a slim chance he would survive mentally, if not physically, without his half aunt. When he heard them shuffle into the night, Citlali arose.
He packed little. With his bag finished early in the week, the green eyed coyote began to fill it with finished bracelets, woven in leather, reed, and white skin. The bag was inadequate but beautifully crafted with feathers adorning and traps and ties. Citlali removed all of his extra jewelry besides his two adored white bangles, obsidian pendant, and one dark blue feather which was tied behind his ear. No need to draw unwanted attention. With one last sweep of his sparse supplies, he was done.
It was chilled that morning, even as the sun outlined the earth in a rich warm yellow. Buds were blooming furiously and the soft green of spring sprouted everywhere. Citlali immediately wished Tlantli were with him. He fingered his moon bangle as Anathema territory passed quickly under his coyote paws.
After the border was behind him, more than not making him uncomfortable, it was easy to follow his half aunt’s scent. Miqui was with her, and it was almost like Citlali could taste his sour attitude. It was silent, so the ginger boy kept it that way. Upon arriving the state didn’t change. He held back, dark eyes searching the sea of slightly familiar faces.
WC: 423. Larkspur arrives with both children, as well as Molcaxitl.
Preparations had begun long before they had made to leave. Larkspur had spoken to no one about this, not even the woman he imagined to be his own, and worked with the stealth he had gained during years as a thief. Slowly, the prime members of his herd of sheep—the oldest ram, two of his sons, and several ewes—were led across the borders and towards the west. Salvia, who studied the sheep daily, had caught him on one of these trips. She had then joined her father in leading the stupid things away; snapping at their heels and leading them west. They left many for Anathema, but they were not the ones the wolf desired.
While left to wander, the ram had been corralled in a pen made of brambles. The sheep would not abandon him. After the third trip, Larkspur was confident in his plan. They would keep their sheep, the odd hybrid things they were, and use them until he gained confidence in the area. Hunting would be slow, but there would always be fish. Not an avid fisherman, Larkspur knew his strength would need to come from elsewhere.
Eris had suggested the children come with him, and Salvia had been thrilled to ride the horse—though not yet able to shift, she was a graceful girl capable of maintaining her balance on the mare. Pandemic less so, but Larkspur (with Salvia acting as his translator) put Molcaxitl up on the mare with them. He traveled in his lupus form, knowing the mare would follow him; she had done so since he had stolen her from another. Summer’s colors were all around them, and Larkspur felt a twinge of pain for his son. Pandemic did not enjoy the light, but with Salvia babbling away on the horse (switching between English and Spanish, as she often did with Axi present) the group took an easy route west.
Dawn found the assembled group gathering under Sirius’ apple-green gaze. Larkspur had shifted as they neared, and now led the horse in. He helped his children down, and did the same for the coyote. He did not take the tack off of his mare, unsure of what else would be required. Distance travel was easy for wolves, but if supplies needed carried he would need the horse.
Salvia lingered close to her brother, while Axi all but hid behind Larkspur’s bulky frame. The coyote was nervous, despite being familiar with the assembled. Larkspur did not blame her; he was aware of her position.
Word Count » 523 :: Guessed there was no set posting order? Oh, and Bastion is on Janos's back, cause he wanted a piggy back o.o
Only two short days had passed since his second encounter with the dark female who called herself Eris, and yet the unusual pair was heading out to meet the dark one once more; in search of a home. Even if what she had spoken of sounded more like wishful thinking, he truly hoped that he and the cherub upon his back would find their own family with Eris and this Sirius.
Despite being sent ahead to scout the lands, the Russo male had not found them a place to stay, and so he truly hoped that Eris could provide them with what he had failed to find. Bastion shifted a little, and so he adjusted his hold upon the other so that he continued to safely support his master; for Bastion was the sole focus of his attention at all times and the husky like male would not stand by and watch the child be harmed in his presence, nor would he inflict pain upon his master.
Stepping forward, his coat was caught up in a burst of wind; the tattered leather flew out behind him, swaying softly with the wind, his sword clattered gently against his leg. It was nearing morning and a dark blanket covered the sky, for tonight was the night of founding, when day light came, so would a new beginning.
Cool, blue eyes lifted to stare at the pool of darkness above him, picking out scattered dots of light which were the stars; beautiful and untouchable, a dark night full of endless possibilities. Such beauty could only be taking as a good sign, right? Although he had had a few streaks of bad luck, he prayed that things would work out for he and the little one.
Yet, even as memories of pain and torture threatened to consume his mind, the dark thoughts were caught at the last moment and held at bay; leaving only an undying curiosity and the bubbling excitement in him. For tonight only, he would think positively.
Never stopping, he continued to move forward at a steady, brisk pace; heading closer and closer to the lands in which Eris had spoken of. As he closed in, he noted the silence that seemed to fill the surrounding area, as if the land itself waited in anticipation.
It was not long before the Russo male picked up the scent of the dark female and other canine’s scents, mingled together, creating a path of scent for him to follow. Altering his course slightly, he made his way to their location. Continuing with his upbeat pace, it did not take him long to find them.
As the others came into view, he stopped at the back and dipped his head slightly in welcome, before he lowered himself to the ground; so that the cherub he carried upon his back could jump of. Now upon the ground, he crossed his legs and silently sat there, watching the others with cautious eyes.
He may somewhat trust Eris, but the others had yet to prove themselves to him. There was no way of knowing whether they were friend or for, yet.
The young male was underestimated. He always had been. It was something that he used to his advantage though. There were only a slight few that had seen just what he was capable of and lived to tell about it. Though he doubted they had told any. At least not Janos. His puppy would never give him away like that. His puppy had to be his most cherished possession. After all Janos was the only thing that he had traveled with. The child-like boy had brought nothing else with him. He didn't have anything else to claim as his own, Janos was his only constant.
He was sleepy still when it was time to move out and meet the others that he had requested to be carried. It allowed him to sleep longer while the travel was being made. That seemed to be the only thing they had been doing lately was traveling from one place to another. That really was no fun at all. There was no one to play with when they traveled about all alone. Bastion severely missed play times. He didn't like being deprived. It caused him to act out as a spoiled child would. And like a spoiled child things wouldn't be made better until he got just what it was that he wanted.
The boy clung loosely to the other as he was being carried upon the other's back. He yawned and nuzzled his face against the other as he was being carried. He trusted that the other wouldn't drop him should he not be clinging tightly. He knew he could nap lightly without worry. And it was only as they grew closer and first caught the smell of mingled scents did he finally start to stir again. "Present." He whispered out the single word next to the older and larger male's ear. He wasn't doing to show up without a gift for the dark beauty. One that he knew she would delight in. It would be something that had been shared in before. After all she was the other one to know his secret.
His desire forced a detour so that a present could be gathered. He had Janos distract the mother so that he could raid the vixen's den and steal a couple of the kits, leaving them live for now. He returned to Janos with his treasures and resumed his position on the male's back for the rest of the journey to where everyone was gathered at. He knew none there except for the one that he arrived with and the female that had recruited them.
He started to wiggle around eagerly once he caught sight of the female so once his puppy had stooped down he quickly clambered down off the other's back. The two kits were clutched to his chest with one arm as he ran towards the dark female with his other arm extended. His gestures were so childish that they were easy to read. It was easy to see that he expected a hug once he had gotten up to the other. He giggled happily, glad to have his optime form to show off. It was a recent acquisition of his, one he was quite proud of.
The boy ignored everyone else that was gathered about and made to force an one armed hug on Eris. He seemed to be the only one not to recognize the solemn event since his tail was wagging happily and he was acting out in an eager fashion. It was also with a childlike giggle that he slipped onto his knees to sit and get down to Eris's level, not that the boy was too tall anyways. He spread his legs as he sat himself down and placed the kits down between them. He had vaguely remembered Eris saying something about a second leader, that being what prompted him to acquire two kits.
He smiled happily, tail thumping against the ground as he leaned in to lick at Eris's muzzle. His hand reached down to pick up one of the kits and with a happy giggle he used a single claw to tear through fur and flesh to open up the young animal's throat. The gurgling sound it made as it tried to mewl had him giggling even more. "Another nine years of health and youth." If no one else understood the words then she at least should as he offered up the bleeding present for her to partake of.
And only with his interaction with the female being done with did he pay attention to the earthen male that she sat beside. Just as he had done with the known hybrid he leaned in to attempt to lick at the male's muzzle. His hands reached for the remaining kit to do the same with it as he had done with the other. He left it alive as he carefully slit it's throat. With it being alive the blood would stay warm instead of cooling off and eventually congealing. No, he wouldn't have that happening. Fresh, hot blood was the best. It was why he was careful with his incision. Sure, it would end up dieing from blood loss but his present was a live and fresh one when it was being presented. "Another nine years of health and youth." He repeated the words as he presented his offering.
With his presents having been passed out he returned to where Janos was. He licked the blood from his fingers as he returned to snuggle up to the other male. He gave a slight whine, wanting attention, and held his arms out to the other to get Janos to hold him. He even offered his fingers to the other for him to finish cleaning off the blood from them. It was a small treat that he was allowing the other to partake in. He was allowing for Janos to share in the present that he had just given away. He was allowing for his puppy to get a small sample of that life that had just been passed on.
She had awoken to the sound of movement. She had seen the dark female, the pregnant one now with puppies that flocked like birds, depart with her mate. She hadn't wanted to follow her, so she had slipped out of her cave quietly that morning headed to Inferni. As always, she chose a different path to the coyote clan, but this time was different. While she was lingering near the edges of the borders, she saw a procession of wolves leaving Anatheman territory, perhaps for the very last time. She hadn't noticed it at first, but from her perch on a slightly elevated rock, she saw them move with their horses and what looked like all their belongings.
Tayui cast another glance over her shoulder and then decided to pursue the procession. She knew that some dark curiosity compelled her, perhaps out of her interest of Kaena's dark daughter, or perhaps out of some other reason. Whatever Eris was doing, Tayui wanted to know. It looked like they were headed to Inferni, but she didn't understand why.
She descended down the rocks and then followed from a distance, staying far behind the group. She followed the scent and the scent marks left behind by the group. Eventually, the group stopped. It had been hours of walking and Tayui was worn out from the impromptu hike. But once they stopped, Tayui was able to find a hiding place to observe. From there, she spotted an interesting ghost of her past: Sirius Revlis, Apollo's boy. Too shocked to react, Tayui remained, silently watching this curious gathering.
He was not certain if he could belong anywhere, but that did not have to mean that he couldn't try to find purpose somewhere. Sirius' words had tried to reach him, not quite gotten there but still left the young male curious and intrigued. Life in the caves was monotonic and safe, and it had been a simple task to pick up the katana and walk out of the Queen's underground palace and across the borders of the pack that once had been his. There was no internal torment at this choice, and he was content to discover that his crippled soul had not grown soft during his stay here.
Itachi was not the only present member bearing the scent of Anathema, but there would be no judgement here. The days were growing warmer, though the early mornings could still be considered cool, at least in the blonde's opinion. Ruby eyes shallowly graced the present wolves around him, though his attention was visibly set on the man with the chemical green eyes. Arms were crossed before his chest, and his face was carved out of rock, disguising whatever expectations he had for this group. For now it was curiosity that drove him. He was young and knew little of how things were, and was curios if Sirius was right.
She was the first to arrive, but he knew from the scent of her, and from the glitter of excitement in her downcast eyes, that Eris had amassed those they sought. The midnight-pelted witch had lowered head and submissive posture, but she was a Queen in this land, and surely none could doubt it. The woman took her position at his side, the two silhouetted figures creating a perfect chess-piece set.
The Hunter watched as they arrived - His chosen. First came the shaman, her luminous ruby eyes sparkling in the dim light. The fire in his stomach roared in pleasure at seeing her here, with those he assumed to be her banded family. They were unknown to him, but the Kimaris woman had proven herself, and in doing so had offered them a place in the New world that he had created.
Next came the outline of an equine, and by scent he recognized the strange shape on its back to be those belonging to Eris. They dismounted, and his gaze was eager to spot the girlchild amongst them. The serpentine emerald passed over the coyote slave, as so often they did. She was worth less than the small flock that Larkspur had previously brought across, and was noted as little more than an item. The slave's gold nose-ring glinted in the semidarkness, marking her in spite of the way she cowered behind the D'Angelo male.
The next pair to arrive were unfamiliar, but he had known that there would be those who came on Eris' word alone. He had explicit trust in the choices of the dark woman, for their conversations had been demanding and restrictive, and each shared the unique perception of worth when it came to their new creation. None of the unworthy would have a place, a rank, here; The unworthy were fit only for the gold-nose ring, and the broken emptiness in submissive eyes.
It struck him as strange that the man seemed so subservient to the child on his back, and even stranger still when the child took it upon himself to address them. This displeased the male immensely, as children should be taught to be seen but not heard, until calculative eyes noticed perhaps that the youth was not so young as he seemed - Simply small. He had already mastered the two-legged form, and that was the Revlis' man's gauge of adulthood. The frown that had shadowed piercing eyes remained, but the Hunter's gaze was now less disapproving, more curious.
The whelp gave them gruesome gifts, and although he was not repulsed by such a blatant act of cruelty, nor was the seated puppeteer overly impressed. The kit's fur had been wasted, stained with their own blood when breaking their necks could have sufficed. He would have Molcaxitl scrub and skin them later, and see what of the precious soft pelt could be preserved. A nod was given to the male who had offered them, to show that his gifts were suitable, and welcomed.
Now that such strange antics had concluded, a strange stillness and silence fell over the eclectic gathering. The Hunter's cunning eyes lifted from the gift to be drawn instantly to the brooding bleeding hues of Itachi, and a rush of pleasure warmed his reptilian veins. Eyes flickered momentarily with approval, and a deep breath was taken into lungs, and held for a moment. It was released in a slight swell of steam, through which the acidic ivy eyes glinted hungrily.
He rose to four paws, feeling the feral power of his form necessary for this most tremendous of times, of heartbeats and of opportunity. "Welcome, my brethren," His voice was fluid but uniquely dangerous, priceless silk sliding over the keened edge of a hidden blade as it ebbed to fill the silence. Large ears stood stiffly upright, proudly crowning his head, and tail was raised to show canine dominance. A strange euphoria pulsed through his blood, like adrenaline, only more potent. It filled the male's tenor tones, commanding the ears of those around him. "You have come here to me, seeking what I can give you, wanting all that I can offer," The weak light of the rising sun cast beams about his dark-furred head, filtering through the outer hairs and turning them a vibrant auburn. Thus haloed, looking suitably magnificent, Sirius paused only a moment before continuing. "I am Sirius Revlis, your leader. Know me, my kin," And the crocodile smile sharpened the Hunter's face, sharp teeth that had known much blood glinting ferociously a moment before being sheathed in words. "Know me, and obey me. So, too, pledge your loyalty to my Auxiliary - She who unites us," His feverish gaze turned to Eris, burning into her a moment with a fiercely controlled pride.
Mastering his emotion, the Revlis male padded leisurely to the fallen corpse of a rotten tree, leaping with the prowess of a jungle cat to stalk along its width. "I have named this place Salsola, and it shall be our home - The beginning of the new world. Those beyond this place will fear to speak its name, for it is ours," The word ended in a sharp, venomous hiss, before a surprisingly civil expression donned his darkly handsome features, "And those who seek to tread its depths uninvited will dread the day they dared trespass here - For we own all that wanders this land, bird and fish and snake, and we shall own them, too." He spoke of slavery as one might speak of the weather, or a particularly uneventful recollection.
Gaze returned to Eris, sinfully lustful, and he leapt from the log to return to her side. "We will mark this place, this border on which you sit, with our claws and the blood of our enemies. Pledge your souls to me, my kin. Welcome to Salsola. Welcome to the Family." And with that, he threw back his head and howled, and the eerie sound echoed high into the traitorous heavens.
The strange feeling disappeared as quickly as it had come to her, and she found herself instead simply elated as they began to gather from the darkness, having traveled at their various paces to this place. She would not see the caves again; it was unlikely any of them would. She was here for life, anyway -- there was no drawing Eris Eternity away from the power and prestige offered here. Perhaps she was lucky to have it; Sirius might have easily deigned to make the Itachi-canine his subleader. He was vicious enough, and Eris above all others respected that polymorphous shadow she had seen in him, raging at containment within a mortal heart. Still, there was some reason she had been chosen for this, and she would serve Salsola as it served her.
Of course, Eris had no knowledge of how to be a leader -- she would need to be educated by Sirius, though they would be secretive and quiet regarding this education as they had been with her education as a hunter. Her skill did not match or so much as come close to touching Sirius's skill where the hunt was concerned, but she was no longer useless. She was capable of feeding herself, of surviving on her own -- though now, with the formation of this place, that would be a formality; the pack would hunt at her beck and call. She could not suppress a toothy smile at this thought, one that spread just as Bastion and Janos arrived.
Her chartreuse eyes followed the younger, cream-shaded wolf, marveling once more at his size; she had underestimated him at first, as she was sure all others who first laid eyes upon him did. His size was hardly a detriment to his lifestyle, she noted, especially with burly Janos behind him. The tawny optime wandered up to them with glee in his face, and she bent to receive his affectionate gestures, returning a brief nuzzle to each side of the wolfish maw of Bastion. Her chartreuse eyes flickered downward to the small and whimpering thing he set before her, and widened with glee as the reddish fluid poured from the small thing's throat. She grinned her joyousness at this display and tilted her head downward in thanks at the youth's muttering, finding it entirely appropriate at such an event.
Her attentions were quickly drawn to Sirius as he spoke, finding the sight of him anything but irenic to that earlier disparity she had felt before. Gazing upon him, this only served to worsen that feeling, finding his slimmer coyote features attractive in the moment, more so than Larkspur's burliness and size. This reflected a moment in a thoughtful gaze upon her face, though it was easily interpreted as thoughtfulness toward the man's speech. Upon it's completion, the high, coyote notes of a howl rose up from the man's throat, and Eris found herself joining him, lending a lilting feminine tone that carried its own hints and hues of coyote to his.
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