Icy toes and Ice Floes

*Circe I* · 12-29-2018, 02:15 PM

He attacked the rabbit as if it get away, wolfing down pieces of it with all the savagery of a hellhound straight from the fiery pits. Rather than appearing put off by his grotesque display, Circe's expression was ever so slightly entertained. She lay down sphynx-like in front of him and watched unabashedly as he ate.

Circe was quiet as he ate - he was certainly making enough noise for the both of them. Her thoughts were on the best way to bring the man into the fold. Perhaps others would have taken in his gaunt appearance and lack of manners and dismissed him, but she didn't. No, she saw something promising. Broken things were her specialty and she took them on gladly.

Finally he spoke. "Ask them and I'll do my best to answer them." Maybe, if it suited her.

His question made her harrumph thoughtfully. "There are several such "empires" in Boreas and Auster. Each no doubt thinks they'll be the one to succeed. But there is only one that will. The Abraxas have already conquered two packs and set root offshoot bands in Boreas." She eyed him curiously. "What do you want with a people like that?"

"Circe" "Gwydion"

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Icy toes and Ice Floes

Circe I