Wild Berry Meadow of vices and virtues

[table width=80%][tr][td]The woman, or whatever she'd like herself to be referred to, had quite the potty mouth. It reminded Nyx of herself only a few moons ago when she was still a helpless whelp - a fluffy ball of obsidian and white speckles. Really, it hadn't been long, but still it felt like ages ago. Eyes drifting to her brother, picking up the subtle hints of understanding, she knew her plan would work as long as no one asked too many questions. Inner-joy was all she felt, not a sliver of the warm feeling present on her young and yet quite pretty face as she followed her brother. Nyx saw herself as the brain and her brother as the brawn, which almost made them some sort of unstoppable team.

Before she had even reached the pair, Atshen had already overthrown the white stranger who had so carelessly wandered into Nyx's unescapable web of lies. A giggle left her maw as she joined her brother atop the other, hoping that the struggling of limbs would somehow knock her out or something so she could be carried to Wolfskull Cave. See? Nyx spoke under her panting and struggling breath. He really is not well - you see now?! She said almost sadistically. Now, better play along with us before anyone gets hurt...[/tr][/td][/table]