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*Circe I* · (This post was last modified: 02-28-2017, 07:36 PM by Circe I.)

Astaroth gave her brother a grin. Huh, so it hadn't escaped his notice that she purposefully didn't bolt, huh? Well, he was wrong about one thing. "Huh, didn't expect you to develop hearing loss throughout the day." After all, her breath was perfectly steady - and had been, the entire time. She wasn't offended, though - there was no point in foolishness like that. He might be serious, he might be not, but really... who gave a fuck? So long as the Fallen God was pleased, she didn't care the opinions of others.

She did, however, listen nevertheless to her sister and brother's time spent. She nodded slowly to her sister's words in particular, and was about to add on when Amon stepped in and asked her, specifically, on what she had done. "Reconnaissance, mostly," she shrugged. "The locals - when you're not eating them - provide a rather good source of information, and a few were passing through. I managed to learn of a similar land as dear sister - perhaps it's the same one? A land called the Fern Gulley, to the south, that held herbs and poisons alike. I also learned that a wolf in the east, in a pack, had been poisoned. The wolves I listened to had not been the hunters for the poisoner, but rather encountered them. There's also two or three other packs in the eastern lands, for a total of three or four packs in the East." Really, eavesdropping and good acting truly did reap pertinent information. Of course, that wasn't what she did for the wholeday.

With a savage grin that bared her teeth in a predatory manner, she glanced down the knoll. She kept him secret, well, for a whole of a few minutes. Glancing at her family, she warned them drolly, "Please don't attack my companion when he joins us. He wouldn't like that." After all, he had served to be quite useful. And entertaining, and found the idea of a family such as hers... interesting.

"Quetzal, it's time," she sang out, her voice near on giddy with delight. Within moments, the snake - that would reach heights of taller than Astaroth, had he been able to stand straight - but he was a snake, and did not stand. The cobra made his way through the grass with ease, heading towards Astaroth. The wolf stood still as he reached her leg, and in an abrupt motion curled himself up her leg, over her back, and more towards her shoulders. When he was finally settled, he was draped loosely around her shoulders, the lower half of his body wrapped rather firmly around her chest and leg. His head was beside hers, and looked rather docile with his hood flattened, and with the wolves around - save for Astaroth - having no knowledge of the snake's true abilities.

Astaroth was smiling proudly now - not arrogantly, surprisingly enough, but a genuine, happy, prideful smile as she twisted her head to look at him, silent for now. She was rather surprised he hadn't spoken yet; he seemed quite talkative when she met him earlier. Of course, the intellectual snake was also a descendant of a god, though his own. Astaroth never expected to meet such a creature, a descendant of one of the gods who was thrown out with the Fallen God. "Meet Quetzal. He has quite the interesting knowledge of poisons, as well as... some tricks of his own. He is a descendant of the Feathered Serpent, who I believe may have been one of the gods to support our Fallen God." Still, Quetzal said nothing, and it piqued Astaroth's curiosity; what was he waiting for? Hmm.

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Circe I