Horizon Ridge Freaky & The Freakshow

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when she had finished her strange talk of herself (caiaphas had never been a wolf fascinated with describing herself, and so, found epic's interest in her rather unusual), she had expected perhaps that would be enough for the gangly yearling. as it was, he seemed to want more -- he drank in her words with a drunkard's thirst, hungry for more at every turn.

if she were a bard or even a wolf of noble birth in which such fascination was common, she would find it most titillating. but as a rather secluded crone, she humored his interest even if she found it most perplexing.

as for his question -- what excited her the most -- she thought of fighting, of thieving -- of a good lie expertly told -- all of these things strung a quiver in her battered heart.. but they were not, in essence, the key to her decrepit existence. "my children." she answered, a note of powerful pride in her voice. she did not elaborate then, that her children could be those not of her blood -- through and through, as reprehensible and erratic as the siren queen was, she was first and foremost a devoted mother to all ushered under her brooding wings.