(This is moved from discord to the Forum.) She had embraced muteness, that analytical mind applying the scientific lens to gauge this party. While Tahira admittedly had sparse details, the mission had to be foreboding given the force that was dispatched. What was it Queen Samara anticipated? What sort of wicked secrets remained buried behind those soulless walls of metal? The vampire pitied them, the Devante's and her fellow inquisitors. Thus far, her time under the eternal house's banner had been riddled with strife and misery. Nonetheless, she had managed to bear it all with a stoic expression.
During the sullenest hours of twilight, when all light appeared to be snuffed from this world. The mer often retreated to the words Mazana had often espoused. "You have two strong legs, use them to keep marching forward." There, within the iniquity of her thoughts, she elicited solace from the resurfacing of memories. Rakash, her brother, for all his faults, had been the one sibling to induce a simper on an otherwise still grimace. Tahira missed her family. Ironic, given when they were once whole, she childishly pushed them away. But, the older the vampire became, the more she depended on others.
The lone wolf, the unadulterated introvert, was a myth. All beings, no matter their race, required some fellowship to endure this pitiless reality. Those blue and green eyes, looking back through the window, watching Chatana closely with a grin. No matter what awaited them on this crusade. Tahira could take comfort in knowing her partner would stand by her side through it all. This wholesome moment wouldn't persist. All good things, no matter how idyllic, must eventually come to an end.
The hare, Qadan, had decided to whet his tongue. The soldier was flinging verbal excrement her way. Tahira, for all her posturing, found this offense to be arduous to swallow. Did he presume their love to be solely stoked by carnal hankerings? How appalling, as if this elf would stoop so low as to offer her body and soul for turpitude alone. There was no shame in lovers accepting one another's embrace. Such lascivious manifestations of love within those arcane-tinged lanterns were the belfry of life.
If the varenkun panged to evoke virulence, he'd find himself disappointed. There was no wrath within those eyes. No anger was expressed in her body language. Tahira sympathized with him. To be so lonely and aloof that the unsullied exhibition of love could be surmised so barbarously. Something both him and Sukegei seemed to share, an utter lack of fulfillment or purpose outside of their work. And while she could have cast judgment, Tahira abstained from doing so. For not so long ago, she too meandered down a comparable, lonesome road.
"I will beseech the elders so that one day you might know the love I know. Qadan, this is your only warning. Do not besmear my spouse nor our love lest I be forced to terminate you. There is nothing debauched that a wife can do with her partner. And Sukegi, your previous lovers lied to you when they said size doesn't matter...""