Ankyra Sound the song is not the same when we're all played out

I dont mind. Im catching up on alot myself, so I understand. :) Dont fret, Em.

Vector had heard quite a bit from the two females. Yet, his conscious pulsed his mind full of 'Stay quiet. Observe first. Words, later.'
If the halfdark femme had spoken as what she said the Consort duty was, then he understood what was happening. At the speed of lightning, his analytical mindset had pieced what was happening, together.
He was being passed off.
And oddly enough, he did not mind working, and if proven useful to the russian, he would potentially stay.
He was not one to be threatened, nor talkative, so he kept his.maw shut, lazer like emeralds docusing on the sandy floor, rather than looking directly at the females.

just wrapping this up so we can archive it :) vector, would you like to thread soon?

Obediently, the small poltroon hung on Aktaie's words, awaiting a command or reaction to indicate her next move. Caiaphas did not dally when Aktaie delivered her suggestion -- with a predatory swiftness she was upon Vector with gentle half-nudging nips in the hopes to stir him -- stepping along side his flank to urge him forward. He had begun to stir already, and Caiaphas noted with slight puzzlement he was no longer looking at either of them but rather the sand. This action did not perplex her long -- nor did it set her from her course.

She stepped around him then, small nudges aimed at his flank so he rise and walk abreast. The kelp that wrapped his legs were loose and if he moved he would find they slackened.

If he did not protest her shepherding, she would lead him from behind with sulking snaps -- though her teeth never once sought purchase of his flesh. Should he prove a willing subject he would soon find himself at Caiaphas' small grotto -- where the two would spend the night and meet Aktaie in the morning after her daily meditation.

Almost before the command had fallen from Aktaiê's lips, the dark female moved to usher the half-limp male deeper into the territory. For a moment, the priestess considered aiding the other, but after a quick assessment, there appeared to be no need. She instead fell into step alongside Caiaphas, ready to lend her body or teeth should the male collapse or attempt to escape.

Her path would divert from theirs soon enough, when she was called away to attend to other matters; she would return the next day to monitor and learn more about their newest captive.

id be honored to have a thread with ya. :P
Good thread, guys. :D Last post.

The russian had seen the russet give the bicolor a command, and with unfaltering obedience, the wretch followed, giving him swift yet subtle notifications to move, by work of her sharp canines. With a final look at the apparent leader of the situation, the fiery brown man got to his paws, but before he took any steps forward, he lowered himself to slash the bindings around his ankles.
Only then, did he continue, his balanced walk aiding him in the march. Vector knew what he was getting himself into, and he had no issue with complying. If anything, he would learn what he could, and see if the band of Sisters could provide him any hope to escaping his old life, with a new one.
So he was escorted by the two femmes, to find out.