[ As the litters of hyena had been born, Anubis's mother had come to assist in the births. Catherine Mary St. Croix had made her way to her daughter's side through both Hell, and high water. It was Mary who gave each of the little wriggling creatures, with their closed eyes and many teeth, their wide variance of names. She had traveled all across the world called Earth in her hundreds of years, been to many places, killed many men, tempted many women into covenant such as she held. She had liked the idea, of naming her jackal daughter's pups in many ways, rather than confining them only to the biblical canons the Morrisons found so amusing to befoul.
Aziza, the beloved.
It had suited her well, when she had been a pet of the House, when she had been the warmth in Sapphira's bed. When she had taken magicks, the family secrets, as gifts straight from the pure blood daughter's mouth. Those days are gone now. There is no one to love her here, and the demon usurper is everything that her mistress had hated; everything she had hated and been unable to change. Sapphira had burned with a feverish madness, daughter of twin brother and sister, she was more closely tied to the House than anyone before or after her would ever be. It should have made her powerful, capable of taking a whelp like Haran down at the knees, but she had been conflicted. Did she want the Hill's throne... or did she want to burn it to the ground and cleanse its bones so that no more Morrisons would live and die there ever again.
Aziza too looks up at the House, and wonders on its demise. She does so now as Haran summons them all into the clearing before the House. All the hyenas, and his cousin and then his... pet, Aziza supposes is what Brandon must be. He looks docile enough, has caused little enough trouble, but... Sapphira had always told her that looks can be deceiving. She crosses her arms, in the back of the crowd of her siblings while they jostle and snap at each other impatiently.
On the steps to the House, Qetzi'ah has a mistrustful expression set upon her lips. Aziza takes note. ]
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[ As the litters of hyena had been born, Anubis's mother had come to assist in the births. Catherine Mary St. Croix had made her way to her daughter's side through both Hell, and high water. It was Mary who gave each of the little wriggling creatures, with their closed eyes and many teeth, their wide variance of names. She had traveled all across the world called Earth in her hundreds of years, been to many places, killed many men, tempted many women into covenant such as she held. She had liked the idea, of naming her jackal daughter's pups in many ways, rather than confining them only to the biblical canons the Morrisons found so amusing to befoul.
Aziza, the beloved.
It had suited her well, when she had been a pet of the House, when she had been the warmth in Sapphira's bed. When she had taken magicks, the family secrets, as gifts straight from the pure blood daughter's mouth. Those days are gone now. There is no one to love her here, and the demon usurper is everything that her mistress had hated; everything she had hated and been unable to change. Sapphira had burned with a feverish madness, daughter of twin brother and sister, she was more closely tied to the House than anyone before or after her would ever be. It should have made her powerful, capable of taking a whelp like Haran down at the knees, but she had been conflicted. Did she want the Hill's throne... or did she want to burn it to the ground and cleanse its bones so that no more Morrisons would live and die there ever again.
Aziza too looks up at the House, and wonders on its demise. She does so now as Haran summons them all into the clearing before the House. All the hyenas, and his cousin and then his... pet, Aziza supposes is what Brandon must be. He looks docile enough, has caused little enough trouble, but... Sapphira had always told her that looks can be deceiving. She crosses her arms, in the back of the crowd of her siblings while they jostle and snap at each other impatiently.
On the steps to the House, Qetzi'ah has a mistrustful expression set upon her lips. Aziza takes note. ]