sweet nothings

*Eris* · 06-22-2019, 04:19 PM

Eris Pyre

"Hmm... If I had a star name, I'd want it to be Pole-Eris!" She said confidently, with a wag of her tail. Her generally sweet disposition and curiosity often made her seem younger than she appeared, but she had her own share of vices as well. If only there was some cannabis around... but she couldn't find the distinctive scent in these lands. "Oh! No, no, you don't want to visit some of those places," Eris said quickly, shaking her head to illustrate her point. "The quicksand was incredibly dangerous. In fact, if I hadn't been discovered by someone else, I think it would swallowed me right up," she said solemnly. It was the first time that she had truly reflected on the event - since meeting Oxide, it felt like life had just sped up. There was less time to think, only time to do do do.

"Oh, and packs, yes - " she began, forgetting to answer his first question. "There are plenty. I can smell them everywhere. My family is being hosted within a pack called Legion, although they are... not my ideal home. We hope to move on once we're all back together," Eris tried to fill him in, nodding to herself. She hadn't exactly spoken with Lament on what the next plans were, but she couldn't imagine that they involved staying in Legion territory longer than they had to.

"Do you come from a pack?" She asked, peering just to the left of him, as she couldn't quite find him with her eyes in the night. The Ademre were much more than a pack - it was an entire way of life. The lethani was her guide and Tor was her protector. There was no pack that could provide the same comforts, but she knew why other wolves grouped together. To belong to a pack was to have security: food, protection, and community. Did Benedict miss his home the way that she longed for the Sword Tree?

"Speech"|"Ademic"

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