Juanita
"Ash.. Is that the name you've chosen for yourself or the name chosen for you?" *The moment the Druid asked the question, she had regretted it to some level. It wasn't the most well delivered question and void of any sense of compassion for the animal she spoke to. Surely it was an okay question to ask, it's not like he had feelings she should be conscious of being a beastkin and all. Though a part of her did see him as something slightly more than just some animal after spending a little time with him. He definitely needed a caretaker, at the very least.* 
" I won't deny that I've always wanted a companion, I'm just afraid of losing myself upon them" 

*The Druid used 'companion' lightly as she could communicate with other animals.Calling them pets felt rather weird because she was conscious of their needs and wants to an extent. The same could be held for Ash. He clearly wasn't a person like she was, but he had his needs as well. The thought crossed her mind on if she could provide the Canifor's desires or not. Finding Nightshade was an easy task, she could do that while asleep.* "I'll admit, asking about your motives was inconsiderate of me. Sometimes I ask myself the same question and it's nice to hear someone else's reason for living. I haven't.." *She stilled her tongue as she spoke. She was almost about to share something personal about herself that she would surely regret later. What would she have in common with this Lathian hating Canifor? Why was she still here with him after all the foul things he had said? Why hasn't he made an attempt on her life either? Questions swarmed her mind, questions that she wished would stop flowing to the forefronts of her mind as she sat behind Ash on top of his mare.*

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*Imogen's arms coiled around the midriff of the Revenant. Her fingers barely scraped each other as she reached to connect her grasp. Instead she placed her palms against his stomach and held on tight. She had been horseback riding a couple of times prior, each time she either fell off the back of the horse or nearly held on. She wished Ash had given a name, she was willingly riding into a populated town with actual people at the peak of her need to feed. There was only a single time in which somebody had survived her feeding after being starved so long. Whoever it was she rode to visit tonight, would not be fortunate to see the morning sunlight.*

*The feeling of his tail was minor reassurance that she wouldn't meet the ground so quickly after the initial gallop. Even so, Imogen pressed her masked face into the Canifor's back as she braced for what was to come. Under less time sensitive circumstances, she would've loved to have introduced herself to the horse. Communicating with animals was just another language to Imogen.* "Before we ride.. Are you ever able to sleep without the need of aid?"
Steven
"That name I chose for myself," The beast affirmed, elaborating no further than that. "I believe our idea of *Companionship* Differs quite a bit, girl. By no means am I good company, especially to a lathian; I'm not planning to get any better, either. The sooner this is over with and we can go our separate ways, the better... For the both of us." 
He answered the druid's apology with no more than a huff and remained silent while she questions her reasons for living. Either he had no answer to give, or he didn't want to give one.

He visibly tensed as the girl wrapped her arms around his torso, pale fingers tracing between rugged fur. The warm pelt underneath was littered with dried flesh of old scars, the lean muscles firm as iron. A muffled snarl revealed grinding teeth and held breaths, the fur atop his head standing on end. Another question about him, for whether he slept without the help of nightshade. *As if she cares.*
"No," He answered flatly and spurred the reins of his mount, urging her into a quick trek that soon became a gallop.

His wild braids flowed with the wind, cold as the night while he galloped across the wilderness to reach a small prairie. In the distance, wooden walls and lantern lights of a small settlement could be seen, just as he had promised. The mare whinnied, reined in to a brief halt for Ashnard to glance back and regard the girl. 
"If you've got no coin to spare, I can secure you a room in the local inn. But afterwards, you will be on your own. Don't come running to me if your hunt goes poorly and they come after you with torches and pitchforks," He warned. 

Ash took another moment to focus and utter an arcane word, briefly forming a pale glow in his palm. When he turned back, the horns atop his head were gone, his vampiric red eyes cast in shadow replaced with a vibrant yellow far more common amidst wild-born beastkin. It was no elaborate spell, merely a basic illusion so his appearance would be less cause for concern. When it came to dealing with peasants, that was usually more than enough. Without another word, he spared the horse onward, and past the village gate.
Juanita
"At some point I stopped wondering about the influences others had upon me. I just know having some company is better than none." *Ash's wording did leave her wondering about what he meant. 'For the both of us' it implied that she could change him as well, or influence him towards something. Imogen's grasp tightened around the Canifor's hips as the mare began to move forward. It was a nice night for a ride, she thought to herself. It had been a long time since she sat upon a horse. Her opinion changed rather quickly once the mare began galloping. The hard surface of her bone mask pressed firmly against Ash's back as she held on firmly.* 

"It's been a long night for the both of us, we could always separate in the morning instead. Assuming things go smoothly tonight." *The Vampiress released her grasp upon Ash as she reached for her mask. Her thumb found the end of the mask just below her nose and paused. At the edges of the mask that merged with her face began to part itself from her flesh until she lifted it from her face. The mask resided neatly on top of her head but her bangs stuck to her face from biting back the urge that clawed against her mind. The girl shifted to the left to get a view of the settlement in front of them. She was so close now, she could almost taste the Sanguine liquid sliding over her tongue. Her own blood boiled with anticipation for what was to come. Thanks to the lack of warning Ash had given her, The druid nearly fell off the mare completely once he spurred it forward. Her legs shot upwards as she began to fall, her hands reaching wildly for anything to grab onto. Imogen's left hand found a few of Ash's braids and she pulled herself back onto his horse. Her right hand shortly found his stomach once again as she held on.*

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*Once they were inside the village gate, she looked around at her surroundings. Indexing the layout the best she could in case things went south. Which places were dimly lit, which had candles. The female's heart lept in her chest as she saw a rather large male venturing into a dimly lit alleyway. He was going to be her target, she had decided upon it. The Wraith began to turn into hundreds of fluttering black moths and butterflies as they flew into the air high above. Silent wings drifted towards the lone male as he separated himself from anybody that she could see. Unable to contain herself any longer and without the fear of any real injury, she dawed her Silnari form once more. Imogen plummeted from the sky down onto her unsuspecting prey, using gravity and her entire weight to body slam the male. Searing pain reverberated from her right shoulder as her reckless charge broke her bones. The druid wasted no time as she extended her left hand forward and from underneath slithered a vine towards the downed Silnari. She had the element of surprise and she planned on using it to its fullest. The vine slithered into Silnari's mouth and crawled down his throat until it burrowed into his stomach. A rather bright flash of greenlight was the only warning he received from the Vampiress. Imogen closed her eyes and looked towards the entrance of the alleyway, a wide smile painted across her face as pure instincts and desire took hold over her consciousness. Her lips moved for a brief moment before multiple impaling spikes erupted from within the Silnari's body. The air around the couple showered in a faint red mist as she undoubtedly targeted every internal organ in his body. The gentle mist kissed her pale face as she trained her crimson eyes down upon the newly deceased. The spikes slowly withdrew back into the depth of his stomach as the wooden vine withdrew from his mouth. Her right shoulder was already operational once more as she straddled the corpse and began feed

Ing from a puncture wound above his heart.*