storm on the horizon

*Eris* · 06-24-2019, 01:59 PM

Eris Pyre

Chasing a girl... Eris laughed softly. What a thought! To waste your days chasing after one wolf seemed like a foolish waste of time. If you had to chase, then the balance was off - there was a reason you weren't meant to be together. She wondered if there would come a day where sense would fully vacate her brain and she'd scamper head-over-tail after a vanishing shape. Would there ever be someone who had so much power over her that wasn't her family? To cross the earth for the Ademre: that answer was simple. But for love? What was love, anyway?

Eris lifted her head and smiled, her ears pricked forward in excitement. It was a special thing to be understood, and although she and Sota weren't of the same kin, there seemed to have a mutual understanding bound by their similar cultures. She was sure that they'd be good friends, especially when he agreed that the Sword Tree and the island were a wonderful place. If only he knew! Eris wished she could show him, and her heart twisted in her chest; it was likely she would never see that place again.

What kind of warrior - oh, what a question. It stirred early memories of tussles and spars with Lament and Amaretto, always losing. The bruises and scratches. The bone deep, tired tired tired feeling she'd get in her paws after a full day of lessons. Back when she could see the sun rise every single morning and name every color. Although she tried to fight it, Eris felt tears well up. "Being a warrior is one of the single greatest things to my people. When my vision began to fail... I had to stop training. That was a little more than..." How many full moons had come and gone since then? "Four months ago, now. I can see shadows and on bright, sunny days I can still see colors as well as shapes. But I'm no fighter any more." Eris tried to ignore the feeling of worthlessness that always seemed to creep up and smother her when she thought too long on the matter of her sight. I will not, I cannot be a burden, she thought, closing her eyes tightly. She would not cry tonight.

"Speech"|"Ademic"

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