Hushed Willows wheres the kid with the chemicals? i thought he said to meet him here but im not sure

Müninn was hungry — and Müninn didn’t like being hungry. Like a river, she and @Hüginn traveled on, covering vast tracks of lands per day and doing it quite efficiently, if she did say so herself. Their travels were mostly silent, due to her twin brother’s reticence — they’ve already experienced a lifetime together, knew each other before they had been given life, and such proximity allowed for a quite intimate understanding of the deepest recesses of the other’s mind. They did not need to utter words in order to speak.

But it was this muggy summer afternoon that Müninn broke away from her brother to run uninhibited and sate the gnawing in her stomach. Her dancing feet took her to a place where the ground proved to be so fertile that many willow trees coexisted, their silken branches blowing in the gentle summer breeze as if it were the fur of the pale woman whom walked amongst it. It did not take long before the banshee scented her prey and followed hungrily after it — and when she saw it, a black-banded coon foraging through the drifting branches for the small insects that took harborage there, Müninn blended into the kaleidoscope of her milieu. 

She drifted closer, and closer, and closer still! and when she struck, she struck hard. The entire event was over in a matter of moments. 

The thing lay limpid against the earth and Müninn wasted no further time on thoughts for the departed. Instead she tore into the carcass, nipping it open and gnawing at the insides, with fervor and fire! She was not starving [she would never be starving with Hüginn beside her], but at that moment she looked a feral fright — muzzle-deep in a dimintuive, rodent-like ribcage, pale maw stained a sickly shade of pink that brushed her cheeks as if it were blush. The woman made quick work of the meal, devouring the entire creature before setting to the bones and chewing them clean. It seemed wrong to kill in the serene, whispering place — and surely she looked quite out of place, indulging in another’s flesh while surrounded with such beauty — but the morbid dichotomy of it was half of what drove Müninn do it. She was not hungry for food,  but hungry for disorder. Chaos was her aliment. 

So Müninn lay beneath the willows, grasping a twiggy femur bone between her forearms and grinding away at it with her molars.

@Mün

While Raven's Watch was no longer Bane's intended residence he could only oblige to stay put under the wall's shadow until his recruits gathered with him. His instructions had been clear, there was no way to get lost or miss the imposing Sunspire Mountains on their way to him, so all that he needed to do to ensure their arrival was as planned was remain watchful until they found their way to him. And soon enough they would, he knew they would.

He'd always known that Müninn would be the first to arrive. She was an eager adventurer, a deadly snake too,  and those were the traits he was looking for in his fold. He knew she would be the first to find him because he had seen the hunger for chaos in her eyes, and Bane had promised her just what she wanted. And he wasn't wrong.

The female lay calmly among the willows when Bane found her, gnawing on some poor soul's bones in disturbing silence. A sly smile crept to his lips as his eyes met her pale frame. Wherever Müninn goes, Hüginn follows, and when the unforgettable scent of hers, mixed with death and blood reached his nostrils confirming her identity Bane couldn't help but laugh. Took you long enough, he barks from several tails away, looking down at her with devilish eyes. He's mocking her, of course, trusting that well intended humor wouldn't hurt.

tagging for awareness, no need to join! <3 
@Hüg

Müninn gnawed on the bone, and though the meat satisfied her hunger, there was a certain appetency for more that was rarely sated. She ground out such frustrations on the leg bone, not sure where these restless feelings originated from and even more unsure how to stymie them. At times the discomfort was so potent that she became volatile and demanding, but there was always Hüginn to bring her back and centered on the things that mattered: servitude.

The banshee was a woman who worked best with a job to do; with a goal and no limitations on how to achieve it. It was one reason she melded best into the chaotic lifestyle of the shadowed  creatures — if there was a milestone to achieve, Müninn would go down any route to achieve it. These techniques rarely aligned well with those who called themselves good, and while there was a part of the woman that thirsted for chaos and other macabre things, her nature mostly stemmed from an aversion to circumscription.

There was the rustle of an interloper amongst the metronome of the willow’s swaying. Her head snapped up — Müninn was expecting her kill to attract other predators, just as unperturbed at killing in such a holy place as she — but she was surprised to see Bane. The man from the North, at whom’s behest they came to these wilds. Silverspun eyes widened with unparalleled delight. “Ha!” she shouted abruptly, letting her shock melt into a series of eerie cackles.  “Well now, isn’t this somethin’ special?”  She was pleased to see the one who recruited her. Müninn was often a bad judge of character, but if Hüginn could appreciate the pale man’s brand of leadership, then so could she…. and Bane offered what so many others couldn’t: a job; an assignment; something to work for.

Abandoning the remains of the carcass, Müninn pulled herself into a standing position. It was respectful, but her excitement prevented her from proffering any other semblance of submission. “This isn’t where I thought i’d find you…”