Dog-men and their mean women - any.

[Aurane]

She thinks she feels the ground rumble. Shift and shake. Time's up. Blink. (The universe screams. It is angry. Or sad. Or both in heavy admixture. But the world is ready. Laughing, cracking and splitting loudly and around her bodies fall through steaming fissures.) But it's all still here. Dull and grey, cold and impeccably whole. Not time yet. She shakes out her black mane, having caught fat and sticky snowflakes like flies on a web. A virgin snowfall.
A fine cover gathering at their feet. Slowly. Softly smothering their sustenance. Magical.

She watches Quiet with narrowed eyes, ears twitching back and forth. They are separated by a gulf wider than either can imagine. Black and gaping. (Make him talk. Draw it from him. Bleed it from him, it's there somewhere. Hiding. It could be a game.) “Maybe.” Eyes says, and she smiles, eyes still on Quiet. Maybe. “Ask and you shall recieve,” she drawls under her breath, turning again to the blind stallion. Young. Maybe soft if he weren't so lacking for fat. So weak, perhaps. That could be enough.

She sees the frustration in Quiet's face, maybe some offense. It tastes somewhat sweet, and her smile is self-congratulatory. “I did not mean to offend you Quiet, only, well you haven't offered an alternative.” She can tell it is not within him. It maybe nestles on his tongue, an impassable lump. (Do not goad him. You are not all that you think you are.) “Quiet will do,” she growls, ears pinned back as he snakes towards her. She moves aside, shivering at the pressure of his teeth against the bone of her shoulder and twisting her neck to snap back at him. “You have some nerve,” her yellowed teeth are gritted, venom. Anger sparks in her head, she can hear it like small cracks of lightening.

She pushes her face in his direction, jaw tight. It is beauty twisted. Ugly. “Next time you touch me, whatever your name is, make it worth it.” Aurane steps back, breathing and releasing the muscles of her face.

Her smirk returns, the zaps in her brain subsiding. Returning to the deep folds. There is something inborn in his movements, she almost thinks she understands it. But her instincts are amiss, like crossed wires. She flashes Quiet another uneasy and curious warning glance, before turning to Eyes, tilting her head. “Yes. You are not so young, so you should know by now that everyone that comes to anyone here has something to say,” she shifts her weight. And he says what he came to say, whether he realizes it or not. Had this ever been a place to fuck around? Those beating around the bushes are wasting time. Or are too weak to exert their will early on. (Quiet could teach them a lesson or two.)

“I know of the Chamber. You are right..” Eyes. She smiles, (keep that to ourselves, shall we? might be an ingrate like Quiet.) “There is nothing much more to say. It's reputation proceeds it.” This has gone on long enough. Put them out of their collective misery. “Bring me to Straia, and your home, then.” She eyes Quiet again, once more. “See you around, Quiet.” She winks.
Blink. Snow is falling and Quiet and Eyes stand it catching flakes on their backs. Nothing. She giggles softly. What a pair. Sew them together, and they would work just right. They would be whole.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws.

Holland - just had to say, I kind of always had it in my mind that she was Chamber bound, but I'd really like to post with you and Arzi with her in the future if you'd like! May not seem like it, but I actually think it might be fun to explore it more (he/you made me do fun things with her in response to him, love it). She secretly doesn't mind him at all, and she is interested in why he is the way he is. If not her, I really think he should meet Vineine.