Yin isn't in the cabin. Her arrival onto the dreamscape sees her resting quietly in the soft snow some distance away, face still carrying some of the peace her wyvern had managed to impart.

"... I honestly don't know. But seriously, don't hurt her."

Rhoul.

"But I want to hurt her. I want to hurt her till she screams my name, and your name, and her own name. Then I want to lick her wounds."

Trilene.

"Look, she'll be here any minute. Please be cordial?"

The voices arise from somewhere fairly nearby, within a stand of trees.

"I don't wanna. I want to keep her and him both."

Who...? It's recognition of the voices that "awakens" the dragoon from a resting state. Eyes glance behind her. Takes a deep breath to steady herself. She's still acclimating to the dream, but vaguely remembers something about possible danger, and is slowly recalling just what that danger might be.

Rises quietly...trying to decide what to do. Her garments look entirely too light against the snowy backdrop, though she couldn't be more comfortable in this cool setting. A long, elegant, delicate white robe, just slightly translucent and more so towards her extremities, a long, simple frill in the same material at its edges. Okay, so not what she'd like to be wearing in the current company. Glances back to the cabin. Nah. That won't help.

"She's awake. Let's just talk to her, okay?"

"No! I want her."

"Don't be such a bitch, Trilene!"

"Same to you, queerbait."

The arguing persists for a few minutes, never growing closer or louder. A quiet crunching of snow does approach from nearby, though, as an apparent woman garbed in the very same dress Yin wears approaches. The minor difference is that her back is open to allow for her sizable, dark feathered wings.

One of the wary, alert dragoon's feet snaps back to turn her partially towards whoever is approaching her. Sees the wings. Glances over the outfit. Glances to her own. Hoo...kay. "Who are you?"

This is just shy of a demand soley because she doesn't want to be loud and get the attention of the boyfriend-humpers over there.

The woman looks her over. Frowns. "You bitch," she chuckles, "I thought I had the market cornered on this dress." She looks around, deep green eyes glowing. "My name is Alsanael Yue, precious. I happen to be an incubus."

Incubus...? Nevermind. Her stance is still markedly defensive. She has no idea what could happen tonight. "Right then. So why are you here, and how hard to I have to hit you to convince you to leave?" slight glance towards the others. Damnit. Hopes they don't catch on...she can't take three.

"I don't like it rough," Yue pouts convincingly. "Honestly, I'm not sure what I'm doing here, since that dress tells me you are not to be targeted. White, you know. But if others are here, they are violating our vows." Her eyes narrow. "We can't have that."

One eyebrow goes up a touch. "You aren't with them?" Her stance does change a touch...but by no means relaxes entirely. "You'll excuse me if I don't believe you so easily. Everyone today seems to adore telling me how they're all about altruism and a better world. And since waking up this morning, I've seen my best friend kidnapped and sorcerously affixed to a chair, set on fire, had my boyfriend kidnapped and raped in an electric chair, chased by a giant sickle-weilding monster, and hell only knows what else. And now get to be afraid of falling asleep being I'm being stalked by demons. All centered around people who are 'all about pleasure.' I'm about sick of the lot of you."

"Altruism? ALl about pleasure?  Stupidity, my dear. Everyone knows that balance is necessary. That's why I mostly visit lonely housespouses." Yue tosses her flowing black hair a bit. "If I'm here, I suppose I'm here to help you. God knows it's not to pleasure you. I would wager you get more consentual sex than just about anyone you know."

She manages a small smirk at this, though still defensive. "My boyfriend is only too happy to facilitate, yeah." Glances towards the mountains a moment at a quiet rumbling. Well. It's not like she's without contingency. Looks back to the...incubus. "So you guys aren't all together? Don't you have the same bosses?"

"Presumably. But I prefer to freelance." Smiles. "I'm not really into corrupting souls. I prefer making people orgasm in the middle of the night to scare the knickers off of their poor sleeping partners."

Footsteps approach from the clearing. Rhoul and Trilene enter sight, both looking annoyed at being scooped by another something-bus.

Yin stiffens a touch when they walk into sight. She's not quite clear on one thing...is this her home turf, or theirs? "Well. Isn't this a pleasure." Any apprehension is erased just that quickly.

"Just give me a minute on that," Trilene purrs, silky and barbed as ever. She's dressed in tightly tied veils, unbelievably whorish and yet somehow graceful. Rhoul is much the same, but he mostly just looks gay in the outfit.

"You went to a church, you bitch," she hisses at Yin. "Even found an ugly angel to protect you."

Yue's eyes sharpen. Rhoul blinks, could swear he heard a crack of thunder at the look.

"Your problems. What do you want, Trilene?" Yin doesn't fail to note Yue's look. Heh. Even she doesn't get that mad at shots at her appearance...or maybe it was the angel thing? Wait, angel? Confused.

"What my moronic cousin is trying to tell you," Rhoul interrupts, clapping a hand over Trilene's opening mouth, "is that we don't want any more trouble. We just want you to bring Alouette to us as promised, and let things go."

"I said that I'd bring Alouette back to Grimoire," Yin reminds. Semantics she can remember. "And will. But I have less reason than ever to think that handing her over to you crew would be a good idea, except by virtue of implied threats."

"Every time." Rhoul moves his hand away from Trilene's mouth, sighs softly. "Your turn."

"You really are hung up on the idea that we're giving you a choice," she of the punky green hair says. "We're doing you a favor by asking your cooperation. We don't need it."

Yue tuts quietly. "If you didn't need it, you would not be here, loves."

Solid point there. Yin suddenly likes Yue a touch more than she did before, a smile touching one corner of her lips. It's gone as quickly. "So. What are you going to do, Trilene dear?" She's zeroed in on picking on the succubus, yes. Rhoul is more level-headed.

Trilene clasps her hands behind her back, head tilted to one side. "I'm going to play with you for a while. Then I'm going back for your boyfriend. And I'm going to keep alternating until you bring Alouette to us, or go insane." A leaf falls nearby, covered in snow. "Ooh. Looks like it's already begun."

"If you hurt Revilier again," Yin purrs in the darkly adoreable tone only a vampiress can manage quite right, "I will pull your spleen out through your nose over the course of a weekend." Fiddles with the loose wave at the end of her hair, smiling. It fades. "Consider it your fair warning. I've been nice. I won't continue to be. As for hurting me...well, I dare you. I've been under so many kinds of interrogation resistance training it's ridiculous."

"By mortals. You have no idea what you're dealing with." Trilene glances at her compatriot, who looks more than a little bit irritated with the proceedings. "Besides. We're lust demons, lollipop. We'll kill you with kindness."

Her smile spreads. Yue steps back a bit, legs spreading and planting a bit more firmly into the snow.

"Get ready, Yin. I think you have a fight on your hands."

"If there's nothing else," Yin observes, perfectly calm... "I believe it's time for you two to leave."

"You're absolutely right." Trilene beams. "After I make you airtight."

The snow all around rumbles, shooting white dust into the air. Yue leaps straight upwards, wings pumping as black cords shoot from the ground to ensnare both him and Yin.

Yin springs backwards. The cliche action movie "backward roll/handspring" puts her back on her feet and gives her an extra measure of distance. She shakes her head, brushing the snow from her hip.

"Okay. I'm going to give you five good reasons to leave. One..." The dragoon raises one finger, which also conveniently flips them the bird, "I want you gone. Two," another finger. "Dragons are very territorial. Three. Dragons really don't like demons. Four. I'm a dragoon proper. And five..." A smile threads across her lips. "You are bite-sized."

This as the ground trembles as though struck, snow shaking from some of the trees. A tremendous, very irked looking ice dragon alights behind the two lust demons, forest resonating with a booming, thrumming growl so low that it's more felt on a visceral level than audibly heard. If it were to set its feet flat on top of one another, they'd be taller than Yin...and the similarities in his horns and scales are immediately obvious.

Crystalline wings are still spread as the snarl cracks and Enormous claws raise to strike.

Trilene turns at the sound, and instantly her bravado fades into nothing. She squeaks and shrinks away from the monstrosity... it wasn't supposed to be this way. Even for a church goer she shouldn't have this much mastery in her dream world.

"The angel's helping her," she hisses, and starts to scramble away.

Rhoul puts himself between Trilene and the dragon and stands his ground, green eyes spitting wisps of hellfire in front of his face.

The dragon's paw slashes towards the demons, scimitar-long claws backed with all the strength it looks like they are.

Trilene cowers, but Rhoul's rising hands spew black flames towards the dragon in arcs as wide as a VW bus. He holds his ground, unsure, but knowing that even if the claw penetrates his wall of fire his cousin will be protected.

This is a powerful dragon...far more than he should be, for Yin's mind to be able to support him. Though the growl intensifies as foot strikes flame, probably indicating pain, the claws aren't deterred.

The claws split Rhoul into slivers that expel only blood-red light. A look of shock smears his features into blur as he vanishes into sparkling dust, gone from the dreamscape.

Trilene looks at the foot only inches from her. "Rhoul!" she cries, eyes burning brightly as did her cousin's a moment ago.  She quivers with anger as more and more black cords shoot out to entangle Yin and Yue, who shifts and dodges but does not retaliate.

Trilene herself tries to flee towards the trees.

Yin springs again, though she's actually slower in her dreams than in reality--her self image isn't all that hot--and one cord wraps around both her wrists, and another around her waist.

The dragon is much quicker, especially considering its size. Before pursuing Trilene, claws try to rend the cords.

This works, of course, but the demoness scrambles as hard as she can to get away while it's distracted.

Shrieking for her master.

Yin smiles a bit as she picks the torn end from her wrists. "Thank you, Sphyxian." Bows her head as the dragon turns. Doesn't pursue...Yin covers her ears just before he throws back his head and roars. The snow is shaken from all of the surrounding trees and a distant rumbling indicates a small avalanche as spires of ice shoot from the ground, the first two missing by a step or two and aim quickly tightening. Trying to pin or--preferably--skewer Trilene as she runs.

The vampire uncovers her ears when she hears the crest of the roar break and looks to Yue. "You do realize that, if demons are anything like mortals and that her assumptions are standard, you're going to get blamed for this if you stick around."

Trilene rolls, dodges, and screams when an ice spear jams into her leg, pinning her into place. She tries to move. Calls for her master again, and again.

Yue flaps slowly to the surface, looking to the dragon. "I would not say that I am worried. I do hope your dragon can tell the difference between the petty and the glorious, though." She means them and her, mostly.

The dragon walks langoriously towards the pinned demon, though of course his steps each cover quite a bit of distance. Teeth bare as he approaches Trilene. Stops, claws raising.

<"Stay. Away. From mine."> the complex, only somewhat speech-like growl states in low, measured simplified Draconic.

Claws snap down.

"I wouldn't stray too far from me," Yin notes. "I wasn't lying when I said that dragons in general really don't like demons, bad blood there."

Trilene squeaks, and vanishes into dust, the word "Lenocinant" hanging in the air like a deflating balloon.

Yue's eyes, beautifully made up with liner and mascara and such, blink slowly enough to swish lashes. "Train it better, for its safety. What are you doing in the company of such glorious sins in the first place?"

"Train 'it'?" Yin cocks an eyebrow beneath horns and scales strikingly similar to a simplified version of the dragon's. "Well, before we go further, I should point out that Syphxian is an elder sentient dragon. He's my guardian, mentor, and advisor, not to mention more or less my boss. If you say 'train it' in front of him, he will consider eating you. And not in the good way."

Yue smiles a little more. "How quaint."

Yin rolls her eyes a little. "Anyway..." looks back to Yue. "I have no idea what they want from me, really. They're after a friend of mind, but I'd have to imagine there are plenty easier ways to get to her than through me. Also, I'm not the only one in on protecting her, and the others would collectively kick my ass even if I did consider it, which I wouldn't."

"Alouette, right?" Yue's head tilts, lustrous locks falling over her shoulder. "And the ears are Menayen's?"

Yin's head snaps to Yue. Pause. "Okay. You should have called him 'Kaz' from most sources. You know a lot more about this than originally indicated."

"I know someone who was close to him. She has the same ears." Yue leans against a snowy tree, blowing a kiss in Sphyxian's general direction before settling. "I am as high ranked an incubus as you'll find. Lately my dreams have been cluttered with your face, your exploits, and that scrumptious boy toy of yours, and when that happens... well. It means I have some reason for being interested. My dreams are supposed to be filled with satisfying others, not foreseeing, which is a deliciously bad omen."

"I see." Yin considers this quietly as she listening to the dragon's approaching footsteps. "And tell me..." looks up. "What makes you think you're supposed to be on my side?"

"Personal choice? I don't know. Maybe I like the look of you. However. I think I know why they continue to assault you when Alouette is their target." Yue gazes at Sphyxian, unmoved.

The dragon, for his part and in a pretty standard attitude for an elder dragon, doesn't pay Yue any mind at all at first, massive head lowering near his dragoon. Yin smiles a bit, bowing her head to the dragon, before touching his nose in gratitude. "I'm okay. Thank you, Sphyxian."

Satisfied, the head raises again, edge of his nose brushing Yin's back feather-light on its way up in comfort. He lies down, tail curling in a very wide circle around Yin, and listens quietly to the proceedings. Dragons only rarely speak in the presence of outsiders. Trilene was to carry a message.

Yin looks back to Yue. "If you have any insight, I'd be grateful." Regardless of whether she can trust it just yet.

"Well. Many people are born into destiny, as cliche as it sounds.  Born into cycles where others exist to care for them." Yue tosses his hair. "Guardians, you know. Like the dragon is for you, the long eared woman is for me, and a man named Kaies was for her. Perhaps they aren't there to directly defend us, but their presence makes our lives possible. I believe that you are that person for Alouette." She smirks a little. "Fabulous job with the sex change."

Yin's lips twitch at the 'sex change' bit, but then fade again. "Still, what do they need me for? I'm not sure I'm capable of stopping them just yet." Pauses at a soft, deepset growl. Draconic version of a laugh. "Though I think Sphyxian is reflecting on chewiness."

"Demons have some idea of the future, eyeshadow. We cannot read it, but feel hints of it. Perhaps they sense your interference will put a run in their hose at some point."

"I see." Yin considers this quietly. After a few moments, a small smile pokes at her lips despite herself. So. Maybe they do have a chance. Somehow. Looks up. "I have another question. Who is 'Lenocinant'?"

Yue's eyes sparkle and shudder at the same time. "Lenocinant is an absolute dream, if it is the same man I remember. An incubus of the highest order. I could have him with every meal and never tire." Smiles a slow, plump smile.

"Ah. So what are you going to think about being in my corner if I say the wonder twins back there were working for him and he seems to be the one after Alouette?" Leans back against the dragon's forearm.

Yue's smile only broadens. "That depends on what they really want. But sexuality is not going to sway me, kitten. Rest assured."

Yin nods slowly. She's in over her head. She knows it. But...well. She has good allies. Maybe this Alsanael person, too, though it's too early to tell. "Well. Whoever's in charge is going to be pissed when his lackies show up dead or wake up with the stories or whatever...I'm sure we'll know about it soon enough." Pause. Looks up. "Is there anything I can do to protect the aforementioned boy-toy...?"

"Well. Leave him to me, for now. I will ask Felina when I see her, but I think she would suggest I protect all involved until I know what's happening for sure." Yue glances at the dragon. "You may dismiss your pet."

Yin blinks. The dragon glares. "Are you talking to me or him?"

The fallen angel beams at them. "As appropriate."

Sphyxian lays his head down. Yin smiles a bit. "If I can presume to speak for him, I believe that means 'she needs to rest, and I'm not going anywhere with you wingy creeps around.'"

Amused dragon eyes.

"She's resting now. This is a dream, in case you weren't aware." Yue shakes his head. "I will probably be around. Take care of yourself, pets."

"Will I still be able to get ahold of you when I wake up?" Yin inquires.

"If I decide to help you I'll be there when you wake up." Yue pushes off from the tree, with one last smug look at Sphyxian. "Take care that you remember this," he warns, knowing that dreams often go forgotten.

Yin nods a bit. "I'll try. I guess I may see you later, then." She sits down.

"Maybe. Meanwhile, Ithink it's time for you to wake up." Yue smiles a crooked "I could teach you all sorts of things" smile and claps his hands sharply together.

Her eyes snap open at an odd sort of sinking feeling...moments before she's back in oszurial.