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The elven druid looked down at Otrev with surprise, murmuring softly, "Where do you find these words?" At the sudden shrill of the bell, Syvis tried to cover her ears, wincing at the noise. "So much for a silent presence ..." She looked over at the others, "Should we defend our place or try to...

Limited in her fighting due to the tight space, Syvis relies more on trying to freeze the vampires out -- even if they may not feel it, their joints and muscles slow from the dull ache of the magical cold she conjures around them. Moire and Hircus do far more against the creatures than she...

Following quietly where the others led through this stone nest, Syvis' head turned quickly towards the sounds of bats trying to flit through the small area, only to tangle themselves in the cobwebs above. Even though she knew they probably were just spies for the vampire lord, she didn't hold...

Looking back at the dark creature that diligently cleaned away their trail, Syvis felt a low growl build in her throat, the hair on her body slowly rising to stand on end. However hearing Moire speak cut her short. Instead she gave a harsh but short laugh, "I say it's foolish to think either...

Syvis stepped lightly into the room with the others, studying the new space and trying to look for escape routes already. She smiled faintly at Otrev's comments, "I miss that scenery, little one. Maybe someday we'll return." Already she had lost his attention as he noticed the mirrors. The druid...

The druid had been watching the discussion between Moire and Strahd intently, slowly looking over her shoulder at Ludmilla's question. "No," she replied simply. "A wolf pack. Otrev is one from this ... place." When the hosts left, the only non-pack member left was the maid. Syvis sighed. "Does...

Syvis took back Otrev's cage as she stood with the others, turning slightly to keep the small bird away from the strange elf and his aura. While the other speak she picks a seat, not so much sitting in it as crouching upon the cushion, Otrev's cage on her lap. As they begin to speak of gods and...

The druid had not been eager to enter the mansion, a large beast's den as far as she was concerned, nor had she entirely been eager to split the pack. Yet here she was, and hadn't even had time to take the form of a creature to try and scurry off. Doing so with the elf before her would just be a...

Once again Syvis felt as though they've merely entered the den of a waiting beast, but kept silent like the rest of the group. Tilting her head briefly to figure out Moire's motions she noded, glancing at Fianna, the latest newcomer, yet apparently an old friend at the same time. The druid...

Attempting to protect her face from the branches, Syvis mostly tried to guard her eyes -- all too aware of how easy it would be for a pointed twig or branch to do injury, the fast passing trees leaving faint marks on her coppery skin, slowly fading on the rest of the trip. Once the attack has...

Riding on the front seat next to Hircus, Syvis kept her eyes moving, trying to take in any meaning from the route they were being driven. She's silent, still on edge with the idea of willingly being, in her mind, captured, but the rest of the pack have had longer here than she has, so she will...

Still deciding how to take the non-response of the mare, Syvis offered her hand for the beast to smell if it cared to, looking around to try and see if the horse's ears flicked a particular direction, listening for commands. Focusing her own hearing, her attention was caught briefly by the...

Standing to collect the birdcage with Otrev, Syvis stepped lightly towards the carriage, working her way around first to the horses. "Hello," she offered. "Do you enjoy pulling this carriage?"

Nodding at Moire, Syvis kept low to the ground as she moved through the room, and tilted her head just enough to get a glimpse over the window sill. What she saw on the other side made her want to growl in anger and howl in desperation. The Lord of the land had come through on his promise...

Finally settling down to rest, it took Syvis awhile to become comfortable enough. Each small movement made her alert once more, still not quite trusting Tegan nor the creature that hovered near him. It unsettled her in its own way, that it was an animal yet all too human-like for her own...

Silent during Moire's speech and summary, Syvis looked out of the window at Fianna's question of leaving. "While normally I would agree, survival being the most important, this land seems to follow its king's every whim, even down to the animals. There's no point attempting to flee if it only...

During the conversation Syvis had placed herself in a corner, not entirely trusting the Tegan person and the speaking creature ... there was something ... off about them. Predatory in a sense. Even as the pack she had found herself in was supposed to be allied with him, it felt far more like at...

Syvis nods slightly, "I ... think I understand. Like the totem spirits I call upon, but you're given form and linger." Hearing the door open she quickly glanced that way, looking at a vaguely familiar face, the few moments she had seen him before he'd left. The druid stared at his offered hand...

Just as she'd sat down, the party looked ready to leave again, the tired druid pushing herself back onto her feet. Already she could tell the other three were becoming relaxed at this person's apparent return, but her mind was still too focused on the fight along the road to follow the...

Plodding slowly with the group towards the structure, the tired mare stopped by the outside wall, allowing her form to fade and then untangled herself from the heavy tent and other gear she had been saddled with. Taking Otrev's cage back, Syvis was still quiet from the earlier shock and display...