cry 'havoc' and let slip the dogs of war; Ouija, Thana, Gryff, Any/All

[Circinae]

oh, my love, don't forsake me. take what the water gave me ..

Boring. “Boring, boring, boring…” Is the thought that teeters through her mind while she paces back from the beach. The life around her that had been eerie enough for visitors was now simply … disgusting. Had the new overlords forgotten about imagination in their hurry to return this kingdom to the dark kingdoms of old? As she weaves through bracken and eventually comes to the place where they have gathered (this partial-wolf creature and the whitewashed king) Circinae only halts in her progression and appraises them with mild interest.

“This is the great change you want? To mimic grotesque places of the past?” The little wolf questions aloud, eyes never straying far from the magnificent wings hoisted on Deimos’ back. “Doesn’t seem like much of a change at all.” She quips, rounding her back into a proper sitting position. Her attention refocuses, pinpointing Gryffen (though, still, she does not know his name. He’d come in such a hurry and made no formal introduction - only demanded theirs) and holding him there with curiosity. “And this … wall you’ve so artfully made,” She asks, “I’m assuming its creator will remain inside the borders at all times to maintain it?”

Beqanna resisted showy magic and this … leaking monstrosity would need plenty of upkeep. Did Gryffen contain this power? Was he capable of such things? Another flick of her eyes to the misshapen creature has her thinking otherwise. “Which is the puppet, and which is the puppeteer?” The shifter ponders. “Either way, I came to wish you good luck. As you already know, my intention is to stay - and though it may not seem like it, try to be the voice of reason for you.” Circy explains, sighing with the insurmountable odds that any of them would care, much less listen. She comforts herself with the knowledge that she did try, however fruitless the attempt was.

“We were allowed a short glance of you, your Majesty.” The eager wolf says, tail curling noiselessly about her paws. Her dark head turns once more so that she might peer up at him, the white devil. “But I like to keep my companions close. If anything, I like to at least know their names.”

Circinae