Ankyra Sound who do you battle in your dreams?

as soon as caiaphas finished speaking, another wolf appeared -- cutting off her very kind (in her opinion) invitation that she would never extend again. rude, but like, whatever. she couldnt help the scaly indifference that filtered through her eyes as she regarded eastwood -- mcscuze me?

however, the male's accusation was not the most demanding of her attention - rather, that honor was reserved for vercingetorix.. who had just done the equivalent of hose down their fun parade. his ultimatum of them packing up and going elsewhere was met with an eruptive laugh; the crone tilted back her head and her teeth shone in all their merriment as a derisive cackle rose in peals from her slender mouth.

she was disappointed to see the warmth in the dark male fade; how quickly too -- like the rapid cover of cloud eclipsing the sun. he was so charming one moment, then shut off the next - flicking his emotions on and off in a way that made caiaphas disappointed he was fronting for the other team. mouthy as he was, she thought vercingetorix might have done a greater service bandying for a coven of strong, independent, sassy-mouthed women -- not playing soldier to a pack that used him as another inconsequential sack of meat.

the boy that had trailed her that day in the cave had yet to say anything - caiaphas was not surprised, given he hadn't spoken to her that day either. rosalyn too remained silent, which caiaphas assumed meant she was simply readying herself for the disaster that was about to fall down on all of their heads.

she was gearing for her own witty reply when erzulie rose to the occasion, rapidly outmatching caiaphas' sharp tongue with her own laced barb. she indulged in a complacent smile, tail twitching as she leaned back as if conferring only to erzulie despite their audience: "it's cause the blood all goes down there - and not enough goes to the brain."

she didn't hide the snobby, almost disappointing assessment she made of each male -- particularly of what hung under their hood. "hm. well - lunch waits for no one." she gave a roll of her bony shoulders as if ready to shrug off this meeting - and still sniggering to herself, rose to continue browsing what little ankyra's shore had to offer.