Fiona Kibichi was oddly calm. This was concerning for both the hare and the ethereal being. 

"Do you not understand what we have just said?" Inquired the hare who was aptly named Sungura. Fiona had thought it both singularly hilarious and lazy upon the creature's illustrious introduction of himself. 

"I understand you perfectly. My world is gone and all those that I love are dead and I am alone in this strange new world and that you," she faced them as they looked right back in a truly bored fashion, "are The Matchmaker."

Sungura huffed, bouncing he's rather long left foot impatiently. "That is one way to put it." Sungura then turned to The Matchmaker and asked, "Are you truly sure she was the one we were supposed to take? She sounds like she looks - nothing there at all."

"HEY!" called Fiona in indignation. "I will have you know I was called to do Biology at the university. I am plenty smart."

"Yet you seem to be lacking some form of self-preservation. That only exists within creatures who lack... proper brain activity."

Fiona narrowed her eyes. Slowly and quietly she said, "When you are sleeping, I will catch you then I will flay you slowly, marinate you, carefully grill you over intense fire and eat you and enjoy every moment of it."

She could see the shivers that danced through Sungura's body as he quickly made his way behind The Matchmaker. "See! She is an uncouth psychopath and wild. We could have gone to E-67. At least they were developed!"

"Sungura, we've already had this discussion and anyway, it's a bit too late. As for you," The Matchmaker turned their full attention to Fiona and it took right about everything for her not to squirm, "stop encouraging his anger. I'd rather we go straight to any questions you have right now because time is of the essence."

"Okay," said Fiona as she tried to right her posture to emulate that of The Matchmaker. "I actually do have a couple of them. First, what was that? Why did I suddenly want to jump your bones like that back there and why do I not want to do it now? Second, why can that creature over there talk. Lastly, is my world truly gone? If so, what do you want with me because it doesn't look like Sungura here wanted or even wants anything to do with me."

"All fair questions," they said as they made their way to a rather ostentatiously designed wooden seat. "To start, it was my pheromones you were smelling. Evolution here took the path of enhancing the need for birthing and so we produce strong noticeable pheromones to attract possible biological matches. It is a trait very few of your people had and you, it seems, were one among them."

"It could also just be the side effect of being around a dominant alpha," flippantly, Sungura said. 

"It could be that, true. But I wasn't even doing it intentionally yet we both saw she was experiencing it in a rather intense fashion."

If she could discern the movement of his demonic beady eyes, Fiona was sure she'd have seen him roll them. She pursed her lips, "And the finger bit?"

"Concentrated pheromones to overwhelm your system to calm. Ideally, no one would do that but we didn't have suppressants so we had to result to that."

Fiona nodded. "Makes sense." She did not think it did but she did not want to prove some unsubstantiated claim to Sungura that she was not somewhat of a genius. 

"As for why he can talk," The Matchmaker went on, "I do not know. We can take it up with evolution. Some animals in this world can talk and others cannot." Their eyes went a bit solemn when they said, "Unfortunately, your world is truly gone. The apocalypse, we've come to realize, happens rather spontaneously in many planes of existence and yours was happening at that specific moment. You cannot go back even if you wanted to."

"You paused time," pointed out Fiona. 

"Aye, again, evolution but that is rare, even for us. I am what you would have referred to as a witch back in your plane."

"And here? What are you?"

The Matchmaker smiled. "I am simply a matchmaker."

"And The Matchmaker has no name?" She pushed. She didn't know why. It's not like Fiona cared to know too much about people she did not plan on staying around for long periods of time yet it felt imperative that she knew who they were. Besides, she was not sure how she would disappear from them and how to survive a world with talking creatures, strong pheromones and no job.

They smiled. "You can call me Sam if you must."

She shrugged. It was better than referring to them as The Matchmaker all the time. "So, Sam, why did you remove me from my doom? What do you want from me?"

Sam smiled a slow, seductive one and Fiona felt delicious shivers embrace her. This, she figured, was simply her horniness and it had nothing to do with pheromones. Sam had that look that was simply hormone inducing and as a lover of pleasure, Fiona would know and would properly react to it. "I have so many many things but to start, I just want you to fill in for a match." 

Fiona thought that sounded easy enough and shrugged. It was not like she had any other options to begin with. "Now," she begun as her tummy grumbled, "where can I get food? The two of you kidnapped me when I hadn't even taken a bite of my queen cake." She narrowed her eyes towards Sungura. "Fuck you, by the way."