ᴏɴᴇxᴏɴᴇ ➳ ʀᴇɴɴ + ᴡᴏʟғᴀ

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Mylla flicked her ears, lowering her head to her forepaws. She lay quietly, her eyes darting around the cave walls and mostly at the remaining stock of medical herbs and remedies. Restocking was needed, however she'd do that when she had the free time to do so. Mylla concentrated on the sounds of nature outside the cave; until her patient's voice broke that concentration. She angled her head in the maiden's direction, and took one last glance at the poulticed wound. Perhaps she'd have to use a large amount of herbs, or perhaps it'd heal itself. She'd just have to wait and see. "I'm Mylla," She responded, quietly. "Mylla Adrinore - the Vicar of Nebulous Valley." Mylla wasn't too big about her assigned title - nevertheless, she greatly appreciated being promoted. The alabaster Vicar shifted her body to a more comfortable position, she was eager to hear the maiden's name, but she'd wait patiently in turn.

[Wᴏʟғᴀᴛᴏɴɪx]

Offering a pitiful, somewhat warm smile towards the Vicar, she'd take a several moments to respond. Although in reality, it felt like a couple minutes, as if unsure in herself with giving away her identity to the acquaintance. Rolling her shoulders ever so slightly, she decided that it was best to just respond - as it was a polite thing to do. "Euphoria," the baroness would respond with a dip of her crown, causing her silvery tassels to fall back over the mid-point of her visage. With an exasperated huff, she'd jerk her crown in a sudden motion, forcing the locks back over her left eye. "Euphoria Amadas [?] - I've no profession, really. I've been wondering aimlessly." She admitted, glancing at the low stock of herbal remedies.

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Mylla lifted her head off her forepaws, taking a moment to admire her name - it certainly was delightful. "Nice to meet you, Euphoria." She greeted, returning a gentle smile. "You're welcome to stay as long as you like." Mylla shifted once more, noticing the Judge sleeping near the entrance of the cave, veiled in shadows. She'd forgotten about the canine, and quickly decided to let Euphoria meet Eliia herself. It wasn't clever to interrupt the Judge's oh, so precious, masterful beauty sleep. Eliia would collide with Mylla and send the medic soaring past the mountains and hills, through the forest and down into the very bowels of Hell - the Judge is like a bovine torpedo. The Vicar snickered at the thought and stretched her forelimbs out, claws scraping the cave floor. She wished to restock, however she wouldn't dare leave Euphoria to the care of amateurs who couldn't see the difference between poppy and foxglove seeds.

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Growing slightly more comfortable in speaking with the Vicar, Euphoria would exhale nonchalantly, taking in the unfamiliar scents of the terrain and territory. Soon enough, after scanning the premises, her bicolored gaze would settle upon an unusually muscular baroness nearing the opening of the cavern. From what it looked like, the canine was sleeping soundly - whilst she wanted to get familiar with the faces that seemed to appear out of nowhere, she decided it was better to wait for the mottled brown maiden to wake up on her own terms. Euph was afraid that she'd get snapped at, which was the last thing she wanted. Turning back to Mylla, her countenance would tilt sideways, curious as always. "I appreciate that," she began, humming silently. "By the way, if I may ask - where am I? I've not been told, and was just curious." The bewildered, nomadic canine would finish, patiently awaiting a response.

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As the wind picked up, a gentle gust of wind found its way into the cave, carrying the fresh scents of the outside world with it. She flipped her ears forward, staring at the entrance for several moments before returning back to Euphoria. "You're in Nebulous Valley's camp," Mylla replied, pausing a moment before continuing, "Specifically, the Vicar's den." Mylla replied, offering a smile. She was interested in hearing Euphoria's story - or stories. She scolded herself, as she believed it was impolite to suddenly ask for personal information - not to mention Euphoria was still wounded and may not be in the mood for story-telling. Moments after, Mylla reminded herself that Nkota was supposedly out searching for a medical assistant - she hoped the regal would return soon.

With closed eyes, she listened to the conversing inamorata's. The Judge rolled her shoulders and let out a slow, serene sigh. Eliia seemingly always found comfort in the Vicar's den - she figured it was caused by the sweet-smelling herbs and, partly, the ashen Vicar. The baroness reared her countenance off her pendions, her haunting gaze settling on the two, shorter canines. Pondering for a few heartbeats, she would wait for a pause in their conversation as so she wouldn't blatantly interrupt. She then heaved herself off the ground and slowly approached them, furrowing her brows as she turned to Euphoria. "How's that wound of yours?" Eliia asked her, awaiting a response.

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Attentively listening to the vicar's words, she'd nod a bit in understanding. The baroness was interested in the pack, how they came to be, and the usual things about a pack-life. Without a response to the maiden, she'd just show that she was acknowledging the information with various, simple movements. Where ever the supposedly Alpha went, she wouldn't have known - only the fact that she was in a strange den, that's all she knew. Once the silence had manifested itself, would Euphoria hear another canine's voice. Turning to the resounding voice, she'd quirk her brows as she saw a much larger, more muscular canine. Dumbfounded, she wouldn't even be sure to tell what gender this certain canine was - so she refrained from making rude remarks that would possibly offend the behemoth. "Oh, uhm.. hello," Euph would nonchalantly respond, taking a moment to glance at Mylla before her wound dressing. "I'm guessing it's okay, not hurting as bad." She'd finish, looking back up at the intimidating inamorata.

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{ dear gods that took a moNTH |

Catching Euphoria's puzzled gaze, Eliia took a step back to avoid overwhelming the maiden. Although she wasn't a stranger to this expression, the bewildered look appeared on nearly every being she happened upon, she was unable to ignore it. The baroness examined Euphoria as she spoke, giving a single nod as a greeting. As Eliia followed Euphoria's gaze to the ashen maiden, her own aspect softened. "Be glad it was Mylla who tended to you," Eliia observed, casting the Vicar a subtle, friendly smile. "She's outstanding." The Judge finished, quirking a brow. She brought her attention back to Euphoria, craning her neck to get a better look at her wound. She deemed her injury would be all right in a few days, or perhaps, hours. Mylla patched her up well.

During the few seconds of silence, the Vicar found herself, once again, lost in thought. Did he manage to find one of the assistants? Mylla paused and told herself to focus, she preferred her imagination over reality. Gazing at Eliia, she furrowed her brows as she heard the Judge's comment. "I am not the best!" Mylla exclaimed, disagreeing bitterly. "There are--" The Vicar halted, taking notice of her tone and the pleased look Eliia held. Piping down, a flush of embarrassment rose over Mylla. "I'll take the compliment, however." She added quickly, attempting to train her vision on something other than the Judge. How could the baroness - who was allegedly related to a titanium blockade - say that Mylla was better than Drolevok, Oracle Veiazedro, Modaeus, and Hiadiva - Mylla listed all the medic's she'd met before and heard of, she was certain she'd missed a -- wait... What about the medic's she'd never heard or seen? Oh dear...

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Casually listening to the baroness' words, she'd make sure that her attention was fully focused on the larger canine. Mainly, she listened to show that she was paying attention rather than just shrugging it off in a rude fashion; as that wasn't her style. Another small reason was that she felt as though this behemoth-sized canis would crush her with even the slightest movement, which was thought of and imagined deep down in her core being. However, she decided to chase the intrusive thought away to look on the brighter, more positive side of things. "I see," she simply stated, offering a small smile of reinforcement, mostly for herself. "I'd have to agree, then - she's the best I've ever seen around, even if it was for a short time. My previous pack's shaman and spirituals weren't very skilled, but respected." Euphoria would ramble, shaking her head at the mentions of her previous alignment. It was much to think about, and the things that had happened there were to stay there, even if it was no longer existing. Humming, she'd pass her tongue over her velveteen nares before continuing. "Sorry, that was random." Euph flustered a bit, craning her neck to look at Eliia.

It had been a long while before Nkota had returned from his 'adventure'. By the time he had reappeared, the sun was long gone and the moon was placed high in the atmosphere, which was littered in stars. Looking up to view the clear skies, the canine would grin somewhat sheepishly, shaking his head as he thought of things. "Oh, how Siroka would have loved to see this.." The regal trailed off, before sighing and thinking about his one and only true son, Donovan. Or in Siroka's words, 'hijo de la luna', meaning, son of the moon. Rumbling to himself with his mood diminished, he'd pad into the cavern in which the trio resided for the time being. Clearing his throat, he'd scan the area for the alabaster specked inamorata, Mylla. Once spotted, he'd linger for a few moments before heading over. "Mylla, I didn't find the other assistants. However, I did bring Oasis back - she should be here soon. I don't know if you remember her or not." Nkota finished, offering an apologetic expression to the naiad, hoping the announcement of the other creature would spark better with her.

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[ wah t the hell i can't think of anything so im gonna... chill a bit on the details. i'm already not too well at explaining myself and writing 'fluff', so.. yep. COMFORT ZONE. ]

Giving her friend a compassionate look, she felt sorry - but only ever so slightly. Eliia wished for Mylla to open up to others and accept the endless flattery she tossed at her, and she would do anything to get Mylla familiar with it. The mottled brown baroness rolled her shoulders, releasing a forced sigh and nodding in agreement. Hearing the snippet about Euphoria's pack did spark her interest, however, she halted from bringing it up. "No need to apologize," Eliia replied, stretching her forelegs out and slumping her body to the ground. Needless to say, she didn't land comfortably.

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Waking from her usual slumber, Eliia looked at the entrance. Low and behold, there stood Nkota apologizing to the Vicar about accomplices or assistants. She couldn't make it out. It had only been a few hours since she'd seen her fellow companion, and she knew he could handle himself - Eliia everlastingly worried for Nkota. She was just happy he had returned. Feeling a sudden surge of exhilaration, the behemoth wheeled around and took several bounds towards Nkota or somewhere adjacent to him. With her vision blurry, she nearly collided with the cave wall. Mumbling a curse and denying the mistake, Eliia faced the wall defiantly. "This is fine," She muttered, attempting shrug it off. "Welcome back, Nkota," Eliia nodded, finally turning to look at him.


Murmuring a quiet plea, she would cover her face with a paw, shying away as the two spoke. Being talked about troubled her and she would tread off or shrink, hoping they'd quiet down. Sadly, she could not merely walk out of her cavern, but the thought seemed to be an excellent choice. The alabaster vivialori glowered, squeezing her eyes shut and moving her thoughts on to another subject. Her frustration was directed at the brick-wall baroness, as Mylla assumed Euphoria did not know of her ways and reactions.

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Later on, her eyes darted towards the entrance as she heard a familiar voice; from what she could distinguish, it was Nkota. Although he couldn't find anyone, she appreciated his attempt. He did lend help when asked and Mylla believed she didn't, or couldn't, thank Nkota enough. Listening to his vocals, Mylla thought for a moment before awakening memories of Oasis. "No worries," She assured, giving her full attention to him. "I do remember her. It's been some time, hasn't it?" Mylla tilted her head, offering a gentle, reassuring smile.

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[ jfc that took me a while, sorry. and yes the other style works, it's amusing. ]

The authorative canine almost missed the baroness' colliding head-on with the stone walls of the cavern. Quirking his brows to the juggernaut, he would snicker as expected - this type was unfamiliar to himself, yet he was.. intrigued, by her strange impulse that then led to those actions. Once she turned to face him, Nkota stuck out his tongue at Eliia, a note that he saw the whole thing happen. "Well, clumsy as ever, aren't you?" Teasing, it was one way to somewhat loosen the very idea that she'd made a mistake, even though she denied it. "Or, is that just part of your glorious plan? " Nkota inquired, flashing her a snide grin. Turning his attention back to Mylla, he would pivot in his steps and listen to her soft-spoken words."Ah, that's wonderful to hear - I know that Oasis perked a bit once I mentioned your name and then needing her assistance," peeking through the entrance to the outside world, he wouldn't see any sign of the dragoness anywhere - at least not yet.

It had seemed that, to her disgust, she gained a few more extra pounds while sitting around and doing nothing to take much care of herself. Hell, even when the Alpha of Nebulous Valley appeared, she was busy chewing on cattle from a local milk production factory. "Uh, hello? This is a surprise to me.. what're you doing here, eh?" Oasis had asked once the regal appeared - he seemed tired and beaten, perhaps lost in thought? Once she had asked, Nkota explained the situation at hand. The mention of an injured naiad and her old friend Mylla made her even more convinced that she should go. Readying her items and including ones that may or may not have been needed, she would place them in a creamy-white colored knapsack and swung it to her side, just under her feathered wings. Whilst packing, she had given Nkota the order to head back so that she could fly at the speed she wished to, and to her own surprise once more, he obliged without question, leaving her domain and heading back to his own.


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Now that she was close to the territory, she would then spot the cave to the medical's den almost instantly - as it was similar to the one in her area. Humming soundly, she would check her back to make sure it was secure before descending from the ashen skies, paying no mind to the shrills of birds as she landed quietly on the stone. It didn't take as long as she originally expected it to be, which Oasis was grateful for. It was only then did she realize she had a problem.. the den entrance was a bit too small for her. Facial features drooping, she'd attempt to enter the den, only to find that her hips had grown a bit more than he thought - which called for her not being able to enter. "Well, if this isn't lovely, then I don't know what is." Lifting her head, which was in the cave, she'd look around to see the canines who had been busy chatting. "Uhm, could I get some help here?" An embarrassed expression covered her palette, turning a pale shade of pink as she waited for a response.