Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones [Killdare, any]

[Straia]

i am the violence in the pouring rain

i am a hurricane

She has always moved with confidence. Long before she held her title, long before she wielded the powers that she did. One was well known throughout Beqanna, and the other a terribly close kept secret. She’s never used it, only would when she truly needed to. It was the type of skill far more useful when no one knew you had it. She is powerful now, yes, in so many ways. But she’s always walked like she was powerful. Why? Because if you act like it, everyone tends to be believe it.

”You would have been more fun if you hadn’t backed down,” she says simply. This may or may not actually be true. It might have annoyed her more. Either way, it’s all rather irrelevant. He’s here now, and Killdare has come to join them. She laughs at his comment. It always takes a moment to impress the Chamber, to actually be let in. Could they use more members? Certainly. Did they need to let every creature in? Absolutely not.

It is then, as she’s turning her attention back to the stallion, that a raven lands on her back. It caws as Nymphetamine is saying something about joining the diplomats, but her attention is clearly diverted by the raven. ”Took you long enough,” she hisses at the bird, and it takes to the sky as quickly as it can. Fearing the wrath of its mistress, perhaps, though in the end she never hurt her birds. Well, not permanently. She was prone to killing them now and again before bringing them back to life.

”We do need diplomats,” she says, though her tone is icy. As she speaks, ravens surround the newcomer, all made of ice, forming into something of a cage. The same makeshift cage she’d thrown around Chezter for being an annoying prick of a thing. Could Nymphetamine break out of it? Certainly. But it would slow him the hell down. “What I don’t need are fools or spies. Tell me, did the Gates not bother to mention to you that I have eyes everywhere?”

She turns to Killdare then, a wicked grin on his face. “My raven tells me he offered a deal to the Gates. Spy on us, and get Fiasko back. So tell me, what do you think we should do with him?” Ravens flock everywhere by now, all around, waiting for their Queen’s command, beady little eyes watching the spy with something akin to joy. Oh yes, even the ravens liked to play.

straia

the raven queen of the chamber