a burning snake coils around her heart and constricts its body. this is the feeling of want and need, burning through her soul as venom, as fire in her veins, and the wind sings nothing to her, nothing, and for once she feels absolutely alone.
the want and the need is for that of a resting place, to lay her dome and.. trust?
she is not sure this is the appropriate reasoning for this.. situation, no.
the land is not snowing. what season is it? she was traveling long, her cranium worn from many a worries, many a sights.
and it was then that the sky had darkened, the earth had seemed to shake, and the world had gone black.

she had wanted to go to a kingdom where she may be fitted queen, not a forsaken land full of the damned.
yet, blindly, she had wandered into this world, somewhere she wanted to never go,
the wilderness, far from that which she enjoyed. she had no trail to follow, no scents,
that she breathed into her nostrils here was of strange creatures and yet stranger beasts.
where had the royalty gone? was it but a wisp of smoke in the air?
did these creatures, were these equines, savages? did they not trail the roads as thieves
and steal from one another as savages?

when the moon had appeared, circuta was relieved, her dome lifting
in silent prayers of thanks, to a hierarchy she knew not of.
but it was only when she had stepped into this never-ending forest, from a trail of the world she had
been in, that she saw the earth grow lush beneath hooves,
and she decided this place must be that of a ruling, of a civilized species.
but now, as all must, she knew she must find the place where she would belong,
where she could breathe kinship and loyalty to a cause she did not know,
where she could fight along side brethren and even her sisters.

the world was open with opportunities, new toys to be played with, yes,
and circuta wanted to know all of this strange land, all of it's
nooks and it's crannies.
she had wandered upon glowing biological things that seemed to be moons on the earth.
did they have a name? what were they?
the lady of the night needed to know, needed to, or she would burst into a hot,
raging, ball of flames, and melt into the ground with her curiosity.
this place.. smelled of many equines, from those far away,
and she must assume that she would find answers in this region.

yet she darest not speak aloud, she was not a fool,
not a idiot.

she would find answers.
she sought those who could give her a nest.

she sought the righteous.
she sought the pure breeds.

and she would, oh, she would find them, soon, she knew.
but she didn't need to tromp through the forest as some uncivilized beast
and show her precise location to everyone. no, circuta was not one of the half-bloods,
she was born to rise above such creatures.

indigo orbs awaited a speaker with her dome raised high, her natural metallic sheen of her coat gleaming.
she would be patient.

and she waited.

the lady noted with satisfaction the brute's glacier orbs remained set on her own,
keeping them locked on her long after the she had stopped her elegant circles around the beast.
it had seemed to work, the brute blinked, his gaze continuing to linger upon her visuals.
a faint twist of the maw gleamed a smile, soft and light, as a wisp of smoke on the horizon.
it was a smile, however, yes, malice did not exist in the simplest of actions,
it did not show it's two-headed sword in this talk.

she decided she didn't think she wanted to hurt this brute,
not yet at least, for all his lack of adornments, the beast was oddly..
intriguing. it was strange, to say the least.
strange things interested circuta, she needed to know why they
made her feel a bit odd, why she couldn't place them,
she needed to take them apart and see how they ticked.
sometimes metaphorically, others literally.
she wasn't quite sure which she felt about this beast, not yet.

he offered her a coterie, and she weighed his offer with the gears
that churned as clockwork in her mind.
a odd coterie, she mused, one that accepted the banished and the
cast out, those who did not fit, was it to be a band of uncivilized
monkeys, or that of civilized beasts?
was she to find pure breeds there, or was she to find only the lesser species?
would she, circuta, be able to gain from this? and what did this.. asylum,
fight for? did it fight for the righteous, the poor, the just or the thieves of the night?
a smile appeared on his maw after he spoke with a silvery tongue, rough,
but not unpleasant she decided.

"my dear pirit.. if i were to say i would be interested in joining your coterie, i would expect the merest of explanations for your past's and future's.."

a soft hum escaped her parted maw as she spoke.
"tell me your purpose, so that i may see the cocoon break and the true shape of your people lain bare beneath.
do you fight for the just, the righteous? in the merest of terms, i wish to know what your coterie wants of me in return."
she blinked her visuals, allowing her eyelashes to catch the light of the moon.
"allow me to see what butterfly will sprout from a new skin, is what i mean, pirit."

as her web spun it's silvery string, she saw with well concealed disappointment that the brute had
lifted his shield once more. she could not hope to continue on this path without a decision, the beast
was once that could think, and beast's that could think could rebel, try to tear their bodies
from her web. circuta would try her best to keep all of her prey gathered in glittering silk,
to eat at her leisure.

she did not like her prey to struggle. struggling prey was frustrating.
circuta disliked frustrating things.

but she hid these mild irritations in her orbs by shifting her focus
unto other matters. the brute was not to know of her
games. and she would not allow him to see her distaste, not again,
she was prepared this time.

was she, the crowned lady, to join a group that had no royalty,
that had no position for her to rise as queen? but she would
work on that, she would cunningly rise to her goal. failure was not a word
circuta would adhere to, failure was not a word in she knew well.
no.

but the wind spoke to her, caressing her ear, making her forelock brush her neck,
and she raised her head into it's song. a gentle, commanding voice,
yet with the force of a gale in her mind. it sang to her of what she needed to do,
of what she would do, and she was not one to refuse it's generous offer.

with a almost serpentine hiss she breathed again, speaking
words into existence, weaving more thread into her prey.
"and yet, warrior, nothing is without it's own specific purpose. your coterie, do they wish for destruction, veiled
in diplomatic words? yet, your butterfly intrigues me, pirit, and I would be a fool to decline such a offer.. i shall accept your offer
of companionship."
her indigo orbs flickered behind the brute, and she took a step forward, pausing.
"let us fly, and i shall spread new wings. lead me to your people, so that i may whisper my voice
as one of your midst. i will follow you, to your flock, priti. be assured."