If My Heart was a House You'd Be Home

The woman watched with a silent interest as the older dame approached, quiet as a whisper. She spoke with Song, they clearly knew each other well, and expressed her opinions of the hunt. It would be an honor to accompany you and the party on such a hunt. For an older wolf, she seemed just as young and energetic as one of Aurora or Song's age. Soon, the ebony madame turned her emerald gaze upon the snowy temptress, introducing herself in a most polite manner. I am sorry to not have introduced myself earlier... My name is Silent, and 'tis a pleasure to meet you. She said, and even though she knew the ivory giantess' name already, is was only proper manners to offer one's own name in return. Tis a pleasure to make thine acquaintance as well, Silent. My name is Aurora, as you already know. She told her, ending with a small chuckle, like small silver bells in the breeze and a mockingbirds trill. As she spoke, her older fashion of speech and faint Russian accent was altogether mysterious sounding, and when coupled with her soft, silky delivery and otherworldly tone, most people wanted her to speak more.

Her attention snapped to Song as the creamy, smaller bride spoke of their choice of prey for the hunt. Moose. A large creature, difficult to take down, but the taste of their meat was the best of any ungulate she'd ever tasted, and there was definately plenty of marrow in the bones, the icy rose's favourite part of an animal. That sounds divine, my dearest. Are we all agreed? She asked politely, quietly. She was now itching to feel blood on her face, her paws, her tongue. Her hunger for the sanguine wine was surprising, but she was a born and trained assassin, blood was something she was supposed to love. She decided to sit, make it less obvious how antsy she was to get going now. Her tail wrapped around her powerful, dainty paws, and she waited still. She appeared calm on the outside, but if one looked deep enough into her eyes, they would see a lust for the crimson liquid roiling like magma, and a savage beast ready to be unleashed. She had never truly just been a quiet, thoughtful thing; deep within her, she held a monster.