[PRP] Death is a Widow but Who is to Break [Break/Widow/Who]

[Maxx D]

The night was chillier here than she was used to, and Widow was glad for her long, crimson locks - a toss of her head and they wrapped across her shoulders, framing her pale face as she trotted quicky deeper into the foliage foreign to her. The moon was full and bright: she had been monitoring the cycle for the optimum romanticism (at least it whiled away her nights with purpose for a period) and tonight was most definitely right. She would be well lit and in obvious need of warmth...what better first impression could a winsome doe give?

She was, however, getting just a tad annoyed about the nebulous directions given, and smiled more wryly than she'd intended when Break emerged from dark branches. It was alright, this one could not be wooed.

"And you finally deign to pick me up." She noted, shaking her head ever so slightly.  

[Maxx D]

"Bucks are busy this time of night," he replied with a gracious bow, guiding her inwards. His serpent reached her legs and closed around a limb, appraising it, and released it in what seemed like approval.

 

[Maxx D]

"I wasn't here yet." She said tartly, then allowed herself to laugh, stepping carefully over the retreating tail. She was warned of the pets, and Widow sincerely hoped they were pretty - sometimes her disdain showed through.

The animals were about and alert already. She paused as she felt eyes upon her - glimpsing wide, pretty orbs that too caught the moonlight as well as her pelt did.  

[Jun D]

The owlcat was first, as it always was. A pale flash and then it was sitting in her path, staring inscrutable with its strange, dark mask. A rustle of wing and the crane, too, descended, folding long feathers not far from her side.

Their owner was not yet inclined to leave the trees.  

[Maxx D]

A less confident doe might have been cowed by the strange familial scrutiny taking place, but Widow was amused instead, taking in all of the stoic owlcat, nodding, then paying the elegant crane the same respect. "Charmed." She said, and leaned to whisper in Break's ear: "if he's as pretty as his pets, then I'll admit you have yourself a catch."  

[Maxx D]

Blood red eyes blinked thoughtfully, and he took a step forward before uttering a genteel order: "Come, Who. Come meet Death to Death."  

[Jun D]

For a long moment, there was nothing. Then the slightest shiver of branches - and the feathered silhouette slipped from the withering trees. A small step. Two. Three. That was the extent. The head inclined, just slightly. The strange eyes were dark and wary, the line of his lip tight and held.

But the owlcat and the crane were silent, still. That was good enough, for now, for him to stay his hooves.  

[Maxx D]

Widow almost gasped as the slender muzzle appeared, the moonlight spilling silver over his sloped, smooth face, reflecting gently in his careful gaze. Then she smiled, first kindly, before a more purposeful one filtered in.
"You've had to go far for a creature like this." She said quietly, but not at all subtly.  

[Maxx D]

Break had to smile at the compliment, like an owner taking credit for a pet's beauty and grace, something that he had nothing to do with but most certainly owned. He did go far for Who...and it would be worthwhile indeed.

"Come here, Who," he said patiently with a tinge of warning, as if talking to a difficult child. "You can't say hello from there."  

[Jun D]

That was a command he knew better than to disobey.

Still, he took a second’s defiance - then he shifted into motion, approaching their guest as he bowed low.

”I am Who. Well met.” Barely a whisper, barely a drifting of snow across the muddy earth.  

[Maxx D]

"How charming you are," she nodded as she did at his guardians. "And such manners. I can't imagine how you live with this rogue." A tinkling laugh and with a deft twist of her head, swept her hair to the side, hiding one glowing eye. "He promised me a spectacle; I certainly can't wait to see it."  

[Maxx D]

With that, Break too, nodded at Who and stepped forward to lead the way. "We hunt with Widow tonight - you will show her what you've got, won't you?"  

[Jun D]

He lowered his eyes, but did not reply - a last show of protest by spurring into speed without a word. A click in his throat and the crane had spread her wings; the owlcat was already running.  

[Maxx D]

"You're too strict, Break," she chided as she started her hooves, locks lifting as she sought to catch up.  

[Maxx D]

Break caught up easily in a few strides, serpent at his hoof, but did not respond - as stubborn as Who was at the moment, he had no doubts...and time had proven he knew just how to handle him.

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