i am the violence in the pouring rain
i am a hurricaneIt would take something impossible to break anyone in the Chamber. They were quick to anger, many of them, but their anger was often more calculated than anyone would realize. Killdare was terribly level headed compared to most in the Chamber, his temper something Straia rarely sees. He keeps his wits, something any fighter needs to do, and simply thinks things through. Killdare had always been trustworthy though, and Straia would still admit that she’d managed to snag him out of the field. He was an asset to the Chamber, and perhaps the only reason Straia doesn’t let the raven’s rip the newcomer to shreds.
Not that Straia didn’t think Nyphetamine might actually be offering something to the Chamber. He very well might. But she just wasn’t entirely sure she cared. She just wasn’t sure she liked the boy, and that was enough in her book. It was unlikely Nyphetamine would ever have the Chamber’s interests at heart, and she didn’t much like anyone that didn’t serve the Chamber. Except Weed, but the plant manipulating monster was entirely open about that. She always knew exactly where he stood.
Though with Gryffen so terribly absent lately, she was hesitant not to see where this would go. Her ravens were useful, yes, but so were spies. Though hell, she trusted Gryffen even more than this boy on their border, which is saying something, because she doesn’t trust Gryffen either. But Killdare said they should hear him out, and though Straia really just wanted to try stopping a horse’s heart, she knew that she should hear the boy out. It might benefit the Chamber, and it’s not like she couldn’t keep an eye on him. She didn’t have to trust someone to use them.
“You prattle and say nothing. I suggest you say something worthwhile, and quickly.” She’ll let him talk, but she will not listen to him mumble and moan about some game. One, the Chamber is not a place to play games; and two, Killdare is worth at least thousand of these boys. Besides, Straia grows bored quickly, as do the ravens. And the thing about being Queen is she so rarely gets to use her skills to their full extent. The boy better prove himself quickly, or she’d be out of patience.
straia
the raven queen of the chamber


Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission