Where Do I Go Tonight [Kaine/Abraxas]

Ah, so the activities had not rendered her mute. "Wouldn't you expect more of me?" She whispered, teased. A throaty chuckle would rumble from their jaws, and their mismatched gaze would trail to land upon her. She moved slowly, laboriously, to their side. All but leaned against their haunches, supported by frail limbs. She looked frightened, wary. As she should.

No one arrived. Where had everyone gone? Before they had made the walk over here, the area had been bustling with their kin. All of the sudden, no one was interested in their activities? Their summons? Not even one of the children, regardless of their usefulness? Disappointing. What was Amon up to, right now? Perhaps he was taking a walk, to rid himself of the pestering family. No matter. The beast had all day. Though, a mental note was made to ask about the possibilities of introducing more to the higher ranks. After all, a pack formed solely of proles was rather bland.

Agria was becoming distressed. Why did she choose to become afraid so suddenly? Perhaps the gravity of her decision had struck her, after the cloud of lust faded from her mind. "Kaine, is this a good idea? What's going to happen to me? I don't know if I can do it." She whimpered. Skull would twist upon its mantle, stoic features turning upon the pixie. Odd eyes locked upon her face. Attention would flick between her delicate composure to the trembling of her bodice. Optics would narrow in consideration. "I am not one who is overly familiar with good decisions, little pixie." They rumbled, lip curling for a moment in irritation. "Nor am I certain what might become of you, if I am entirely honest." Attention would be diverted, gaze becoming distant. "Perhaps you will find a respectable rank, or you will be deemed a slave, or breeding stock. I can't say for certain, nor can I determine who exactly might be the one who arrives here, and makes such decisions." They shrugged heavily, unsure whether or not they cared. She would be in easy reach either way, and would be welcome to share a den.

She would like their den. Filled with trinkets and strange things. "By way of advice, I can offer only that the clan looks down upon the weak. The strong are the only ones to survive, and the useful. If you believe yourself to be neither, I suggest you run fast and far from here." It was blase, bored almost. Either way, they would likely keep her near. Fuck her in secret, and hide her away from the family. Or they would forget her, consumed by their conquests and violence. Who could say?