Lionne. Interesting was probably the only word Leona had to describe the way she had more or less acquired a few children to mentor in such a short period of time. While not an official teacher by any means, they still came for knowledge and Leona would not turn them away. The woman found simple relief in being on her own, of course. After enough time with only her own mind to amuse her and supply the daily plan, it was exhausting to interact with children. For now, Leona was a stationary item in the courtyard while she observed what went on around her and contemplated the best route to take with her day. Perhaps hunting would be a viable option? If not, training was always a close second. Third, of course, was simply scouting the land at the base of the mountain to catalogue any changes in profligate movement. Normally, there were no change to record. Maybe today? Ho hum.

Harlaquin calmly lets lionne know that she has assited in the capture of a new member as she steadily walks past.

Stoneheart took shelter and sanctuary and imprisonment all at once by keeping to himself underneath a slanted slate as the morning drizzled both a cold winter rain and the ever so present Legion members. His eyes peeked out, without movement of body, towards each moving soul as they returned or exhumed themselves to daily tasks.  It was a silent day, perhaps his silence was loudest of all. Mindful of growling stomach.

Despoina's night had been spent in guarding the newest of additions, children kept within confines whilst seperated from the profligatory captives that did dot their courtyard. The set of girls were set to be watched for a short while, until they had come to terms with the new regimen that Legion's youth did require. Placement was firm just outside the hollow of rock, carved over the years to implicate a place of rest, or the dwelling of imprisoned wastrels, while weather did little to deter her. Stoic form was rigid and tense, movement shown in occassional blink to moisten the dim of orbs, or remove the drip of rain, rolling from one point to the next in scanning their court. Mistress was fit to spend hours at the post, unmoving in her form as skin was taught across the tension of muscles, smoothing over the stretch of ligaments, while fur and flesh alike were so drenched in the fall of heavens, and gracefully laxing upon her features. Facial nerves seemed dead, in form of expression, void of any as neither rain nor chill seemed to disturb her. Company was had in the form of Leona, rarely glancing upon fellow associate, to glide her visions across figure in curious scanning, before turning back to the distance of landscape. This had gone on for some time now, silence held between the two as Stoneheart did linger in their background, yet acknowledged yet still discerned, before Hera did come to break the hush of noise in offered report. "Ave," Cracked galss did shatter in the sound of her voice, splitting the thick of air with the first of words as she called over gentle pitter patter of droplets. Was it awkward? Not in the slightest. Madam was rather at ease in the quiet, among the masses or in her own solitude.

Lionne seemed unperturbed by the cool rain as it collected in her fur. The statue simply let the collecting water droplets wait for gravity to move them toward the ground again. Amber eyes were marking all necessary information in her mind. Heva's information only pulled an ear to receive her words before she was dismissed to continue on with her day. With an 'Ave' and a 'Vale, dismissed' to basically disrupt her silence, the tawny woman seemed just as content with this silence as Despoina was. Even as they observed the land directly in sight and listened to all the world had to offer, very little actually needed to be said between them. This was their natural state of being. There had been little else to properly respond to while silence remained otherwise unbroken save for the fall of rain to stone. And, really, what did they need to say? Leona was the observer and Despoina was the gatekeeper.

Qwen sat beneath a ledge with her head leaning against the rock in an effort to keep the water out of her eyes. Rear end and back were sopping wet, but her front remained mostly dry. Ears turned out to the side as she simply watched the water cummulate and begin to form rivers through the stone, following paths that the rainwater had been following for years by now. A gust of wind caused a shiver to run down her spine and head lowered slightly, peering at the paws of Leona and Desp from under the edge of her weather barrier. The sound of a familiar rasping voice bid her to stand and travel the short distance to sit between the pair, ears slicked back against her head in silent dismay at being soaked. Her guard hairs had developed along her body, but her fur wasn't nearly as thick as an adult's. She was cold, and miserable, but she wanted to be out here, with them, so suffer she must.

Harlaquin chimera toned female would gaze upon the silent courtyard as she found a spot for herself to sit, the heavy silence making the usually bubbly child who was predictable as a huricane in a rainstorm as quiet as a mouse, just waiting for that someone to go and break the silence that hung to the point of visibility in the air. New and old faces where taken in pink eyes scanning there surfaces with her pup like curiousity but until shit happened Heva would be silent.

Stoneheart felt his patience wane with the storm's gall, but broken when the silence was tampered with by the idle chitchat of the three pudenas in the court. Opportunity saw to it they were idle, resting, wasting away on the rock contently that he would take his chance. Wasteland tripod became mechincanically upright, not even pausing to shake off the damp, but in a casual manner started his turtle's canter away from the group to satisfy his growing hunger. What use was a prisoner to them? If he alone was enough to provide distraction from their phallic impersonations, he'd pause his stride and peer with his maw over nub, "Privet.... Ave; Going out." Grunt.

Despoina found no response from the growing mass of bodies, aside appearance of child to attend her greeting. Ears would rotate in barely a degree, more mistaken as a flinch than actual motion to curve forwards and better appreciate youth's dismal appearance. Lids would fall and rise like shutter of camera, clearing the slick of her irises before allowing vivid hues to gaze upon wandering dissolute. "You are to remain within immediate vicinity." He was a captive, after all, and though Caesar was yet to give appearance and judgement, he was made to remain. "There is food within your reach, water should you thirst, and great space should you need releive yourself." There was no reason for him to wander, and no reason to give chase. He wasn't the fastest, and didn't seem the ignorant type, to venture a chance at escape. Though any further steps would bring her to rise in casual manner, trotting forwards to cut off movement and stand within his decided path. Despoina proved rather agile for such a large and hefty creature, gracefully leaping to interception and guiding him back, with force, if need be. Otherwise, she would keep her seat, content to await his inevitable reconsideration, given his options. Another batting of lashes and she would snort, bucking her head in the shortest instance, should child look her way. "Come." Paws would widen an inch, either direction, though she had no will to shift her weight forward and provide further room. Child would make do with that she had, should she even accept the offerance of warmth.

Lionne. Movement from the captive simply drew her focus sharply and it was Despoina that filled in the space with the necessary words. Since there was no need to repeat it, she instead set to simply watching for the response. Leona was not one to react with tooth and bark, after all, and with Despoina carrying what she lacked in sheer bulk it made sense that Despoina was the one to move first should it be necessary. Instead, Leona simply flicked free some of the moisture that has collected on her ears and, in the wake of his response, would either shift to stand as necessary or remain in place and observe the way Despoina offered warmth against the bite of the weather to Heva. Real conversationalist, this one.

Qwen hardly desired confinement to the courtyard all day, so when their prisoner of war - whom she believed to simply be another member of the Legion - prepared to leave, green flecked eyes instantly locked onto the befallen man's figure. Hey, where was he going? She wanted to go. Gaze flicked up to Desp's face with excitement glowing in her face, only to find the calm disapproval etched in the dark features above her. For a long moment she would watch the exchange, the show of body language and the way in which the commands were delegated. If nothing physical occured, she'd find Desp's paw lifted so that she might crawl underneath the larger woman, which she promptly did, demeanor instantly brightened by this new turn of event. Bum planted against the stone and she carefully formed her shape to fit beneath the large woman, easily done considering her pixie-like stature. Head propped up against the silvered chest, the red girl was a stark pop of color against the greyscale backdrop. Commencing a mimicry of the cool gargoyle and her tawny partner, she tried to make her features look apathetic and stern. In reality, she probably appeared pissed off, constipated, or otherwise ridiculous in her offhand attempts.

Harlaquin just lays there and watches the scene unfold, cause des has it, shes a pup and would hardly be intimidating telling someone who was fully grown capture or not they had to stay. Little tail would wag back and forth.

Stoneheart promptly listened in his momentary frozen state before he shrugged to continue his locomotion into the refreshed forest. He wasnt told who was who, and what they do, so if anyone would stop him, it would prove who was the more negotiable, or the entire group was lax about victimized strangers in thier mists. However, his opportunity was adjusted by Despo, which he lightly bumped his shoulder into and back stepping as if he had not seen her there. She was going all snarly snarly pretty quick here, so he had to disfuse the situation. " Okay. I stay. " Perhaps it was to be assumed that she ment immediate vencity ment on her backside. Eyebrow wiggle. Attention was flicked to catlike Qwen in her cute mannerisms, that he felt sympathic in excitment being denied. Turned around to sniff around the rocks and stuff for scraps. Ick.

Despoina refrained from any use of violence, rather indisposed in the need to follow, thus keeping her seat. Even if she had need to pursue, she wouldn't bother a reveal of aggression, nor even show of teeth, instead relying on the fact that little would be needed. No surprise was held when he hadn't heard, flaring her nostrils with a narrow of visions, "Profligate." Word was called much louder now, to snap him from his daze, tipping head back to allow the water to run from her crown and to the valley on her snout, teetering along the edge before finding a side to then slither down. If he still persisted, should would press forwards into a walk, nary bothering to stand before growing mobile. Body moved to stand in his way, staring down upon the deafened child through hooded glower, partial in expense of weather and by lack of concern. She was entirely neutral, apathetic in demeanor as head was high above her thickened neck, drooping forwards to peer down at him and offer aid in his confusion. When he would finally come to turn, she would wait, standing where with an air of laze, to eventually follow once his return was complete. Placement was regained, beckoning child close and effortlessly returning to her hardened stare of the lands far below. A though would occur, slipping past her mind for but a moment, in allowing the idea to formulate into full fleged epiphany. "Perhaps we will induct a spar." Words were stern above the dappled stone, lifting to be heard o'er the beating of rain against rock.

Qwen noted the heated exchange between profligate and Legionary, careful to keep present seat during observation. Proceeding as normal when he turned and returned to sniffing around the courtyard for something to eat, an ear flicked atop the red child's head when Mistress spoke of violent arts. Who would be participating in this event? Did she mean the pair of them? Or did she mean Qwen? The girl peered to the silent Leona and the wandering wastrel, silent as ever.

Stoneheart only took the single step before he was hooked by a nasty sounding word that held no meaning for him. He turned to peer backwards, and noticed how round and deep her eyes were. Was it a compliment? A sweet nothing she was boldly attempted?  Awaiting  her akward silence for anything more, but the thought was final and spontanous. Then she seemed like she was struggling with hotheaded thoughts and couldn't help herself any more  of his lovely features when she turned away. Deepened eyebrows tilted ever slightly on his shaggy head when she suggested a spar. Is she really flirting with him or what. Grumpy, he frowned and softly shook his head, "You deserve a stronger opponent." Weighted pause, "Who do I have to talk to be with my family." Any that were alive yet.

Lionne. The exchange was... bizzare. Leona really had very poor understanding of the finer mechanics of interaction. Watching, listening, those were easy. Blending in, that was easy enough too. That had all been prior to returning to the mountain. Down in the valley and beyond behavior could be almost anticipated. Territory was protected, food was coveted, and everyone chose to live oblivious to their neighbor which was ultimately a boring thing to see. Even those that reacted more... aggressively with their environment still ranked boring for that was just as anticipated as the benign packs. With a light exhale, Leona shifted her focus to Despoina to see what her response would be. But, for now, she'd weigh in on the second component. "You will receive Caesar's verdict." Simple delivery came like a judge's gavel: swift, clipped, no room for any extra inflection.

Despoina's neck cranced to face her snout towards the outsider, offering a solitary flash of lids as her hardened features bore no resemblance to any true expression. What. "I would not think to spar with you, unless you so requested." Ear flicked nonchalantly, twisting herself forwards one more to face the estranged Legionary. "I speak of myself, and Legionary Leona. To the children," Glance would be made to Heva's silent form, then unto the smalest figure at her stomach, before rising back up to the general public. "And any others that wish to participate." This would be held as a referance to the remaining members, if any were present, in acceptance to their regards. "To be determined in future combat, within the Arena." It had been some time since the bulk of earth and stone had been put to use, faded blood and remains scattered throughout the cratered cage, in better signifying the years that had passed in lack of activity. It was shameful to see such a majesty left to rot, withered away by the elements as chips and stains littered its rostrum like ancient motif. No words would be brought to Leona's response, both informative and blunt, by leaving little to be questioned. He would no doubt ponder the appointment of such a date, and with it, the whereabouts of Caesar himself, but such would fall within the category of their answer.

Qwen, cradled warmly beneath Desp, glanced to the mentioned pup, older thus bigger than herself, but hardly detered by the suggestion. However, a lack of reponse from the other had her dismissing the idea altogether. If she wasn't interested, then Qwen certainly wasn't, either. Besides, she'd probably learn more from watching the two women rather than bumbling around with zero clue as to what she was doing.

Blane crawled out of the stonework that majorly created the lot of Legion's home. Cold, hard place, much like it's people. Blane was as he'd always had been, gaunt, sinewy muscle with skin pulled taut over it to give the appearance of something alive rather than dead. Sunken eyes cracked open once in the open air, black lips peeling back to reveal gums just as stained, even as head lifted back sharply to howl a piercing, undulating cry. The ghoul was here, yet that seemed to be all there was.

Stoneheart remained unmoved by Desp's squint at him and rejection of spar. It flattered him that she didn't want to maim his exquiste features anymore than they had been. His eyes glanced cooly at her before his attention was rewarded by the other that chose to break the lifeless silence. Good. He sternly nodded and just assumed Caesar was their Tsar. Didn't help him find this person sooner. A howl broke the gooey calm and he perked up. Oh good blane was alive. His tail waved as he pampered his legs up into the crags for the source where he would mar Blane's face with a quick lick and rub before prancing back down the valley, already attempting to bypass Des again at another attempt to hunt for fresh food.

Swoop... Beast of feather was silent upon the cool air. Hallow bones and thick fuzzy feathers made for eerie silence. Critter was a large one despite some of the birds in the family tree. Being a barn owl she was stunning. Creamed feathers with lighter and darker accents. What set her apart from most was the cunning amethyst gaze. Ears located on the sides of her head were hidden beneath the fine feathers that covered her flesh and skull. It was probably best that way, considering they were crooked. Not by defect, but by design. Sounds came in and out of the little holes, and her head shifted upon shoulders as she took her silent flight. Wing flap by wing flap, she made her way around the mighty mountain- Until she heard a horrid cry. Ughhhh-... Wait a minute. Heart raced, and the critter took a dive, allowing the chilly air to catch her wings until she found herself on top of the wolf pack. Lo and behold, there he was. The youth she had met. The youth who also burned down her childhood home. With grace she'd find a nice ledge to perch on, and look down upon the thick framed male and the wolves near him. She remained silent, however. When she landed she made not a sound. She was most likely seen, but that was fine. High in the mountain top she sat... Watching.

Lionne. The following silence was broken by the howl from the other captive. A simple glance would acknowledge and simply catalogue the change in the environment around her. The flight of the owl, too, would be marked as a movement in the otherwise wet and quiet world around them. Amber eyes finally shifted to fall back on Desp and the profligate so determined to hear what the woman said and promptly ignore the information that food and water were already within reach. Or, well, she would be thinking that if she knew that was what his drive was. It still applied that she remained unimpressed by his drive to continually defy that he was to wait for Caesar's word before he could depart from the mountain courtyard and reach the valley and beyond. She simply flicked a wet ear against the rain.

Despoina was unmoved by the attempt at symphony, glancing over to the derker whelp as he exited den and came into existence. She was no less callous to he than she were to the others, blank stare made before rising and folowing Stone. Silence was a greater virtue, ghosting across the earth to near behind him in a losfty gait that embodies speed and stealth. Snap was made this time, lifting her body but an inch off the ground and aiming at his scruff, to grasp the thick skin of his nape. No cruel pressure was applied, piercing fangs nor violent squeeze made in her approach. A simple move to grab him by the baggy flesh and pull him down, in force, against the earth. A kindness, to do so upon his greater side. He was a Captive, though not in to the name of rank. She gave no snarl, nor show of fangs, in her bound, keeping just as tranquil as her pursuit until hold was had. Only the faintest rumble of a growl within the depth's of her chest, rolling low and deep like thunder through the furthest reaches of the valley, would sound upon contact. Hearty bitch would pull, again, had he refused, reaching with paw to hold his own down and yank again, effectively tipping him over without a second limb to catch. Such actions would only be had if he gave no whine nor offer to submit. From there, she made for pin, releasing should he 'lax and allowing him freedom to rest. "You are to stay within the confines of the courtyard. Further attempt will have you marked for death. Be wise, and await your trial." Tone was as even and objective as any other, her gaze hard and fixed to drill holes into his own set of sockets. Yet words would not even be spoken, had he resisted in any way, keeping what grasp she had, if any, and moving to climb atop him. Force would then be used to knock him down, applying the weight of her mass and shoving him hellbound. Still, such actions would be accounted for, if she had attained his scruff, using advantage against him by means of leverage. Violence was only needed when civil justice was wrought into such. Otherwise, there was no need for such actions, had he only made to yield.

Qwen excused herself from the spot that Desp vacated in pursuit of the Legion's persistent guest. Making for the nearest outcrop, she again settled beneath the stone to keep the rain out of her eyes and away from her pelt. Soon enough she'd be forced to go inside the den lest she start shivering and turning into an absolutely pathetic mess. For now, though, she was content to sit in Leona's shadow and watch as another body entered the courtyard and winged fellow dropped out of the dreary grey sky onto the rocks above.

Blane noted the living beings near, not even ten pawsteps away. Tongue flicked out of his maw, tasting metal, before twitchy digits flexed, digging blunt claws into the rough scree of the mountain's floor. Fur soon turned soaking wet, crystal tears falling from limp fur as ribs and definition lay revealed with newfound vulnerability thanks to his now sans fluff. Tail curled over his rump, eyes of steely frost darting to meet the child as she moved to find proper sanctuary beneath another of Legion. frozen breath seeped from maw as it parted, ghosting over Stone's face as he drew near for the kissus. To which the grim yearling obliged and returned, smiling faintly. "Brat, ya rad, chto vy yeshche ne bessmertna...." He whispered, before looking up as a breeze stirred him right down to the bone. "Hooty..." Blane murmured, voice hollow and drawn. Two tentative steps would be taken toward the tree, tail giving a small wag. "I thought I'd never see you again," Of course, things were rarely ever peaceful. Even as mist began to shift and roil about them, obscuring paws and wrists. Des made it a point to take after Stone, who was hellbent on filling his aching tum. Blane acted immediately, kicking off the ground to gain quick velocity and sprint after her. Her silken creep was swift to be over taken, but the moment impact was a possibility. Blane cleared her form in a leap. He'd slow to a canter and come to a stop beside Stone. If she wished to grab hold of his brothers scruff, then she'd do so, lest Stone worked around it. But any attempts to see Stone to the ground Blane would counter, pressing his own side into that of his siblings. Meanwhile smile would broaden, and eyes would crinkle. "Please. I think we get the point." Do anything not warranted, snap snap snap.

Stoneheart would reunite pleasantly with blane, glad that his brother smelled of blood but not of death's cursed grip, a complete agreement to the words that were uttered. The raptor of prey silently stalked to the scene but captured Blane's eye with a glint, edging Stone's own attention to follow. Course, on pivet of fore arm, the pro-profiligate girl was upon him and interfereing his personal space. Leagues of ambush prone life got him to back up and lash a snapping snarl into the air to brush her away from his forelorn hood. Bewildered and excited confusion was fashioned to his expression, furrow browed and narrowed to glare at Des with dire questioning in his eyes. Blane was at his side in moments, instantly it almost seemed but then she spewed a keen threat to him. Whoever she was, not someone of great rank she wanted to be, was ushering a serious tone that would be questioned to other legion on the certainty of her words without breaking them for a bit of rabbit. Stoneheart was just playing, but she was taking no faith into him for waiting days for this event to occur for an answer from Lionne for his patience. Fine. So it shall be, the captives shall lick the leavings of the giant pack, perhaps the meat was better with a bit of hope knowing that their leader would be back sooner than later. Coyly he murred while avoiding her face, "Understood. I vould appreciate space. " Soon she'll be sleeping on him to make sure he wasn't up to no good sure enough at this rate.

Swoop... Feathered beast was not keen on soft hoots. She was a barn owl, and they screeched! The moment Blane had taken notice of her, her feathers ruffled in pride. His whispered words with thick howler tongue hit her crooked ears. Mind raced, trying to remember vocabulary words between the two. It felt like forever, even though it had not been. He had disappeared again, and now reappeared. Their reunion was short lived. Before she had the chance to try and reply in the mongrel tongue, he was gone. Quick upon paw, and soon at the side of the one being aggressively handled by another. Head would twist upon neck, eyeing the situation before her. The chilling rain rolled down her feathers, but still managed to find it's way to her flesh. She was not of the duck species. Talons upon toed feet dug into her perch as she watched. Wings were lifted, ready to take flight. Throat tightened as she felt the heat of a screech clawing at the back of her throat. Poised, and ready. Feathers started to stand on end, ruffled by the irritation that now heated her chilled flesh. Rain dribbled down her hooked and hard beak, flowing like it did upon the rock's face. She did not like the sudden aggression that surged near her mongrel.

Lionne was a silent observer but not an immobile one. The moment Blane moved to action, Leona was on the move as well to ensure all remained status quo in the situation. He did not move with aggression so there was no need to react accordingly. Instead, her presence was more reminder than actual offensive threat as she stood between continuing on the path and them. "Return to your shelter and eat the meal provided for you." It was not aggressive barking or snapping teeth: more like a casual command because that's just what Leona's natural inflection sounded like. She was bomb diffusal even though there was no bomb here. Despoina was only as 'aggressive' as the situation called for. The more cooperative Stone was the less she had to react. Leona cooly regarded the pair for any signs of them somehow not understanding what she was saying. "Resume your patience and your available shelter and space will remain uninterrupted."

Despoina's approach to the yearling was met with a snap of response, widening her stance to conduct a heavy resounding of her own. Seemed the only way to garner the thick boy's short attention span, gracing his presance with haughty appearance of her own. More intelligible of the duo was quick to aid his accomplice, bounding towards them to attempt diffusion of situation. Gaze would lock upon the darker boy's, giving a gentle snort of breath, allowing the steam to mist around her maw and trail like that of dragon's smoke, puffing further when she spoke, "Clearly not." Muzzle was smooth, where tone made up for her lack of physical que, "You have no reason to leave the court, yet still make for such actions, despite obvious intruction against it." Impassive stance was transformed, collection of limbs pulling together in the slightest, while keping her paws planted some distance, in their own right. "Deliberate disobedience is not taken lightly." Booming vocals were thrown their way, echoed by the loud crack of thunder that so complimented her own thick cords, though still she gave no outward appearance of threatening display. Space was easily acquired, if one would request it under appropriate conditions. "You shall receive it, upon returning to the courtyard." She'd not back down, unenthusiastic at his whispered breath to await his return with equitable posture. There was no real threat, unless demanded of her. As for the owl, bird was utterly ignored, for the moment, and while recognized, had yet to be addressed. Focus was a tad too enveloped within the situation at hand. Leona's assistance was also appreciated, even if she never showed it.

Blane blinked once, the rainwater doing a fine job at keeping his peepers moist. Des's counter argument, if it could even be considered thus. Left Blane feeling less disgruntled... which he hadn't felt in a long time, and more amused. Somehow he felt transported back to early puphood. So much bickering and sidewinding. Not enough open communication. "I beg to differ," Blane said lightly, in a voice as much gracious as lighthearted. "I think the issue is derived from a bit of a rule gap. Vechnyy is used to independence. Legion, however, appears to prefer the buddy system." Or that was his take. He'd look toward either lady for confirmation or denial of this, but if neither gave it... welp, he was free to assume. But with assumptions, came more confusion. Oh well. It was bound to happen, no matter how cordial or unruly they were. "So to prevent this error from occuring repeatedly, maybe we could both benefit with swapping some much needed information? Like... who IS Caesar, why are we waiting for him specfically, and what are we allowed and disallowed to do until he arrives?" Youth would tilt his head ever so slightly, glance taken toward the tree where Swoop was perched. He noted her unhappy ruffling of plumage, and smiled secretly. He remembered that look.

Stoneheart was growing more concerned by the anxiety the Desp was creating, was she after him for something that she wasn't talking about or? Blane was recovering the hot potato nicely with a bit of cool blowing air from Lionne way over there. Poor Qwen had to be a victim to how legion dealt with aggitated captive. Perhaps these two werent aware that the courtyard was considered a much smaller space and were already tresspassing into the illegal territory for 'death penalty'. Tsk what precise control these sentiels had. Tempted to lean into Desp's space for more answers he instead reclined to accept any new information while his eyes bounded upwards to the owl and back around to see what legion was still present.