The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Jassinth]

Another cough, then an image of Jass's pillows-- actual size-- with the dire eagle balancing on one leg atop them. Jass hums softly, then offers a counter offer of the wicker and cotton nest but even larger and with a smaller depression where Jass is sleeping as well. And there are pillows-- cushions really-- lining the bottom of both depressions. 

[GamesMaster]

The dire eagle lowers his head in a proud bow. It seems this is acceptable. 

[Jassinth]

Thank Uryll, Jass thinks with sincere relief. Just as sincerely, he also thinks, this was far less 'holy and sacred communion' than Granny Peli made it out to be. "Well met and a pact well struck," he whispers warmly. "Or almost, that is." Taking a deep breath, he steps closer, within easy striking range, and holds out his arm. He's about to ask the eagle to trust him enough to accept a binding, and thus he is to offer great trust first.

"An offering, great beast, of my blood and trust." Jass holds his bare arm out to the dire eagle, eyes open and watching. 

[GamesMaster]

The eagle screeches, then lunches forward, quick as you please. In a show of great precision, he jabs Jass's finger with the tip of his beak, drawing just a few drops of blood. 

[Jassinth]

Barely even felt it, Jass marvels, deeply impressed by how supernaturally sharp the eagle's beak is. "Thank you," he murmurs, bowing his head. He then takes another step forward so he can lay a hand on the eagle's chest, a flowing stream of auran chanting coming from his lips.

'And with this, our pact is sealed. May the wind always carry us aloft as we dance under the clouds together.'

[Shiori]

He hardly has time to feel it before there's an urgent bark from nearby, as the dire fox curls protectively around Shiori. 

"Uh... how do I...?"

[Jassinth]

"Did you complete negotiations?" Jass calls over, not even attempting to move away from the massive raptor now preening his hair. 

[Shiori]

"...how do I, um. Start negotiations? It won't let me pet it."

[Jassinth]

How do-- Jass's jaw drops a little as he stares at Shiori. Wait. Shiori? Why is she over with-- Where's Tsuki? A surge of fear prompts him to twist around so he can scan the clearing.

[GamesMaster]

It appears Tsuki's done something quite dumb, as one of the experts is busy bandaging her arm and shoulder. 

[Jassinth]

Oh Bright gods, Jass thinks with numb horror. How could I have-- Shit, no, beat yourself up later. Shiori. "Focus on the dire fox. Frame your agreement, repeat it a few times in your head if it helps, then add intent to the thoughts."

[GamesMaster]

Shiori turns back to the fox, bowing low, before her sister pushes her aside. "Let me," she says, a stubborn tilt to her chin. 

She turns back to the fox, bowing again, as the fox warily eyes her. "Forgive me, kitsune-sama, I was impertinent. May we strike a bargain?"

[NPCs]

The kitsune eyes her haughtily, then looks off to the side in clear dismissal. Rather telling, however, is the way that the ear facing Tsuki has swiveled to keep facing her. 

[GamesMaster]

"Oh beautiful kitsune-sama, please grace me with your assistance. Grant me your aid in return for food, shelter, and protection."

[NPCs]

"Tsuki, he can't understand you, he doesn't--"

The dire fox shifts slightly, moving her weight so she can kick a back paw against the ground. Jass goes silent at that point, staring at the clod of dirt falling down his chest. "Never mind, I'll shut up."

Sniffing with disdain, the fox doesn't not return her attention to Tsuki's praise and flattery.