russian roulette

Siv Helsi · 02-09-2012, 12:14 PM

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(305) Sup this is a thread prompt.

There was little doubt in her mind to the importance of Eris’ children. As it stood, all (save her own daughter and the two orphans) of the Family’s children had sprung from the womb of their dark Lady. Siv had paid particular attention to these children from a distance, often when they played with her own daughter. The Eternity-D’Angelo brood was only a month or so older than Draugr, and none of these children seemed particularly needy—given their parents and high-ranking elder sister, it was hard to imagine a reason for them to be otherwise.

Yet Siv, who had never lost sight of her own goals, had quickly found the weakness within Eris. The woman was overwhelmed by trinkets and objects of supposed value; and many of these things Siv could make. Leather was easy for her, especially now that her home was settled and she an area in which to work privately. Over the course of her own projects, she had set aside various pieces that spoke of the children she had seen. Her own daughter had been part of this project as well, and her present was placed upon her bed before the woman tacked up Hildr and rode towards Eris’ home.

She made good time, following the well-worn path towards the ruins. From here she turned and moved towards the Auxiliary’s home. The coyote slave was outside, doing something or another, and Siv did not need to announce her presence; the mare whinnied at the stranger, causing the woman to look up in surprise. “Is your master here?” Siv half-asked, half-demanded. She was formal in her tone with all slaves, though not cruel. By doing this she sought to be looked upon as a benevolent master; one that could ease the burden of servitude to those destined to wear such bindings.

Eris Eternity · 02-11-2012, 04:19 AM

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Eris is by Kiri!

It had been some days since Eris had come home to the pleasant surprise of two shifted daughters. Since then, Harrow and Artemisia were frequently seen in their Optime forms, hunkering down in Eris's ruins or following their father, absorbing all the practical knowledge he had to offer. Eris, for her part, remained in her ruins tending to Basilaris and Salvador, as well as a sulking Ataxia. Harrow was off on her own, and Artemisia sat reading in the rear lean-to, amusing herself for once. Since acquiring fingers, Artemisia had devoured the few books Salsola was in possession of.

The sound of a horse and a voice roused Eris, who stood and made her way toward the entrance of her cave. Sandalio sat above the entrance, blinking his round golden eyes at her. He looked sleepy, but even in drowsiness, his gaze was razor-sharp and frighteningly indifferent. Eris was again glad birds were the size they were; she did not think Luperci would have quite such an easy time in the world if birds were of an equal size with wolves.

Molcaxitl was moving toward her, but Eris raised a hand and shooed the slave off, having already laid eyes upon Siv and her horse. The mare was a pretty thing, and the sable-furred woman's tail wagged upon seeing it, grinning toward her Family member with a crooked smile. What a lovely animal, she declared, having no qualms with Siv any longer. She had come to trust the dark woman -- gifts and kinship had a funny way with the coal-furred Auxiliary, and her initial reservations regarding the silver-tipped woman had dissipated. What can I do for you, Siv? the woman asked. Omitl, the lynx, followed at Eris's heel, standing between the Auxiliary's legs and peering in fascination toward the horse. The cat made no move toward the equine, and Eris bent to stroke the cat behind its ears. She meowed soundlessly at her owner, mouth opening and closing, and set her gaze back on the horse immediately thereafter.

Siv Helsi · 02-11-2012, 05:03 PM

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The dark woman had dismounted as the coyote slipped into Eris’ home, dark feet hitting cold ground with a slight thud. Given her size, Siv was loud when not hunting—she could be quiet, but what need did she have for this within Salsola’s ground? No fear of attack lingered in her, even after the few strangers had challenged them. Siv had seen the might of Salsola that day and imagined these invaders would not return. Her fur had begun to grow back over the places where wounds had struck, and there was no discussion of such a thing amongst the members.

She smiled at Eris’ approach, one hand loosely holding the leather reins. Siv had begun work to customize her equipment, but other projects came first. The dark woman advanced and dipped her head to greet the Auxiliary properly, purple eyes falling to show respect. While not strictly needed to show her belly, Siv at least gave her leaders what they were due. “Eris,” she replied, and then took a step back towards the horse. A flap on the side of the saddle-bag was opened, and from it a large package was produced.

“My daughter is nearing the time at which she will become an adult, and I know yours are older than she. I brought this for them.” She undid the wrap and began to pull forth the leather objects. The first was a golden colored dress, soft and supple. “This is for Ataxia; it is still large enough for her to grow into it.” After passing this to the dark woman, she pulled forth a skirt, slit up the side and dyed a green slightly lighter than the color she had used for Sirius’ armor. It was close, but not exact, to the color of the girl’s eyes. “For Harrow,” the witch-woman went on, and then drew forth the final product. A dark brown-orange belt, tooled with thick triangular markings and with a pouch attached. “And for Artemisia.”

Eris Eternity · 02-12-2012, 04:45 AM

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Although Omitl was rather focused on the horse, Eris knew it to be nothing more than curiosity. Cats were sharp-minded creatures, nearly as intelligent as Luperci -- perhaps more so, in the cases of exceptionally smart cats or exceptionally stupid Luperci. Omitl was simply curious at the sight of the horse -- Eris had socialized her well with Luperci and Sandalio, but she had yet to introduce the lynx kitten to horses. Now was as good a time as any, the hybrid supposed -- there was no chance the kitten would dart forth and attack, in any case. Omitl was perceptive enough to realize when prey greatly outclassed her in size.

Siv stepped back toward her horse, and Eris watched with growing interest as the woman unraveled leather goods from the bag. More gifts? The dark woman wondered for a moment what Siv's aim was -- did she honestly profess such dedication to her pack as to shower her leader with such frequent gifts, or was she playing some deeper game? The hybrid's contemplations disappeared, however, as the silver-tinged woman introduced each gift with a name differing from her own. A smile crept across the shadow-furred woman's face, and she reached forward to take the gifts when the last was offered.

My daughters will surely love them, the coyote cooed, stepping back toward her home. Would you come in? the coyote invited casually. She didn't know whether Siv's horse could be trusted to wander the ruins or whether they must stand outside near it. If you require someone to tend your horse, Molcaxitl may do. She's not so good with the beasts, but she can manage, perhaps, she said, rolling her shoulder in a shrug with the suggestion. Molcaxitl did as she was asked, regardless of her skill with the job at hand.

Eris is by Alaine!

Siv Helsi · 02-16-2012, 05:16 PM

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ugh this is crappy sorry ;-;

The truth of the matter was that Eris’ instincts were right. Siv was not a woman who truly sought to please anyone—she was a creature that adapted with remarkable speed, however. It had served her well in the Hearg and it would serve her well here. Her mind had latched on to the collective mammonism of this place and seen it as a weakness. While she herself gathered riches around her, she was always careful to hold value over certain objects as opposed to others. Animals held value here; useful items held value here. Even worthless trinkets held value, and it was with this knowledge that she forced herself into them and put her energy into making sure others remembered Siv had made such things.

Yet her face was open and honest and her smile genuine. She was thrilled for the invitation but showed little sign of her true excitement, only giving a thankful dip of her regal head. “I don’t think Hildr will go far; from what your daughter has told me she seems to have taken a liking to leading the other horses.” Unsure of how long her visit would be, Siv decided to throw caution to the wind and allow the horse to do as she pleased. “As long as my tack is removed, I think she will be fine.” She being the horse rather than the slave. If Hildr was mistreated she would strike out; Siv had seen such behavior from the animal around the other horses.

Eris Eternity · 02-17-2012, 08:21 AM

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How fucking dare you. God. :| Eris's house is a zoo, lolol.

Eris is by Libri!

The coal-furred woman smiled and nodded as the dark woman spoke of her horse. Eris had little comprehension of what the woman said, though she made the appropriate noises, motions of her head, and laughter when the woman spoke of the elderly silver mare leading other horses. For her part, Eris thought a moment, yapping to Molcaxitl to return. The slave scurried back toward them, appearing from behind the wall of Eris's ruins with wide fire-orange eyes. They regarded Eris for a moment, and the dark woman beckoned to the horse. Take care of the horse, she commanded. Do as Siv commands. Come in, when you're ready -- I'll prepare my children to greet you.

Without awaiting a response, the shadow-hued hybrid moved into her ruins, shuffling about as she moved to straighten an item here, replacing one in its place. Artemisia, Ataxia, she said. Basilaris and Salvador looked up toward her anyway, though she hadn't beckoned them. Art took a moment to close her book, and Ataxia merely lurked in the underground part of Eris's abode. Come here, both of you -- we have a visitor, and she's brought you something, the hybrid said, smiling. Artemisia got up quickly, moving with interest toward the front of the ruins, while Ataxia was more slow.

Basilaris, Salvador -- go into the lean-to, she said, her voice more forceful. Oh, Art, get them in, she grunted, seeing neither boy had any intent to obey. Art did as she was bid, however, and both children were soon tucked into the rear shack, though their heads peered around the corner curiously.

Siv Helsi · 02-21-2012, 03:11 AM

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Eris’ home was almost primitive compared to her own, but Siv was not one to show such thoughts. With as many children as she had, it was reasonable to imagine that anything civilized would be chewed up or soiled or just ruined by the rough-housing of youngsters. The purple-eyed woman spotted the two youngest boys beyond their sister, and proceeded to ignore them despite their behavior. It did no good to humor such things—she had learned this quickly in her handling of the slaves and now imagined it useful with children.

“Hello girls,” the dark woman greeted fondly. She had observed them growing with her daughter over the past few months, and thought of them as extensions of her family. Cousins, of a sort. Salsola’s family structure was one that she intended to reinforced, even if she remained alone within it. The man she had looked to was a ghost now, and she saw no other options for her…save Sirius, but she did not intend on joining the ranks of his harlots. Not while she could use her magic over him yet.

A thin smile graced her face and she looked for the third, yet hidden daughter. “Is Harrow here?”

Eris Eternity · 02-21-2012, 06:43 AM

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Kindasorta assumed they've run into Siv elsewhere before, yes? >_> They ought to know her name, herpderp.

Eris is by me!

Eris was comfortable in whatever abode she chose. Her room in the D'Neville had been warm and well-furnished in comparison to this new den, but it was no bother to Eris. Her arrangement was comfortable, and her residence was one of the few things she did not aggrandize in life. Perhaps, given more time and fewer personal responsibilities, she might expand or accentuate her home with further comforts. Small as the guest area was, her movements within the home bespoke her comfort within the dwelling.

Hello, Siv, Artemisia greeted, her pleasant voice husky. Hi, came Ataxia's murmured hello. Eris gave her a sharp look, but the girl either did not notice or pretended otherwise. Eris shook her head in response to the woman's question, and frowned. She roams, hopefully staying out of trouble, the woman said, looking to either of her daughters for an idea as to where their sister was. Art shook her head and Ataxia simply glowered at the floor. Eris's frown deepened, and she looked to Siv with apology in in her laid-back ears. Excuse Ataxia's attitude. She has no patience, and grows jealous of her sisters' two-legged shapes. The dark girl's head jerked upright at this and her sharp little teeth even bared, though Eris returned a look that withered Ataxia's snarl on her muzzle.

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