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"No you didn't; You 'blah blah blah'ed me!" he seemed almost amused by the notion, "I taught you well," turning to Sekhmet, he smirked, "Who'd you think taught her that?" indeed, when the god was talking about flashes of lightning and spooky 'boooo'ing, he was actually being extremely serious; the fact it'd been taken as a joke only made the smirk grow all the more, his protruding teeth making it almost sinister, even if it did lack malice. Sadly, due to the fact there were few lions around and about, it meant there were few creatures Ushaufu could interact with; out of those few, there was some that he knew were strictly out of bounds for him to play tricks on. Due to not knowing which lions he could, or could not toy around with yet, it forced the god to get his kicks out of somewhere else; that meant the poor strangers that happened upon the pride territory by accident, or on purpose.

Needless to say the god went all out on his tricks when the time came for them; it wasn't like he had anyone better to toy with, after all. The mention of Maji forced one of Ushaufu's brows up, his red gaze watching his mate as she stiffened visibly, her jaw muscles twitching at the mere name. It was no secret to Ushaufu that Kizuka did not favour Maji. Specially not over Masika, however Deception himself had yet to meet this 'fine chap' of a lion to decide for himself. Something told him that there was simply no way the king could be able to match the queen's wits though; what little interaction he'd had with Masika had been a breeze of cool, fresh air for the god. Not only was she sharp and fast, but she possessed something he'd not seen in royalty a lot; she possessed street-smarts, per say.

Not to mention, that aside his mate, Masika was the only one that knew exactly whom, and what he was. Upon the realisation she'd not freaked, or even ran for the hills; in fact, she proved to Ushaufu that in time of need, she was someone he'd gladly turn his head towards, "I'm polite enough!" he faked an offended look before he hmphed loudly and tossed his head up in the air; he pulled he stunt off with such fluidity that it was clear he'd long ago used this same air of superiority for real towards others, "At least /I/ do some hunting despite being male, unlike others. Not the king of the bloody rock, now am I? Despite .... certain ironies of life," after all, he was a god. Which meant he did not NEED food. Not only that, but in a scale of power, he would've been visibly over the royalty. Except he chose not to; out of respect, not only to his mate, but towards the queen which had gained his trust and loyalty.

As his mate made mention of the Storm king, his eyes focused on the sky up above; what little he could see through the canopy, "Of course he can," unlike Kizuka, he spoke in a present tense, as if there was no doubt about this, "He'll come back. It's a matter of time; there's life still here. More so than before," he seemed to pause for a moment, serious as he lowered his head back to normal level, "There's water, too. Just a bit. It's like the blood that flows through our veins; it flows through this place. You can almost hear it pumping if you listen careful," he smirked then, "It'll come. It always does..." it was true that he harbored ill feelings towards the thought of the smaller lioness being so devoted to another god, and yet, at the same time, he'd come to pinpoint the feelings as complete and utter jealousy. Despite the fact the great, green monster (how ironic) was always swift to rear it's big, ugly head, Ushaufu had long since noticed that the devotion Kizuka held for the Storm King was different than that which she held towards him.

"Meanwhile, I can do the lightning summoning," he seemed to stop, almost as if willing to add to the phrase, but hesitated as he looked at Sekhmet, "It's really amusing though; their faces as they flee," he smirked, "Some leave thinking this place is haunted, which I find to be extremely hilarious. You ain't seen nothing till you watch a large, bulky, monster of a male lion, dashin' through the jungle, screamin' like a girl about ghosts and monsters and haunted trees, running for the metaphorical hills."

"No. 'pure' Mistweaver blood has always been a little thin, even in my memory," Kizuka replied after some thought. Indeed, she was probably right. Few Mistweavers of the so called "pure" lines remained, and if they refused to breed outside those ranks they'd soon be far too inbred to do much of anything. She said as much, "After all, I'd rather not take a cousin or brother as mate, had 'pure' blood been required in such."

Her ear twitched behind her, towards her mate. No, she couldn't imagine, now, another that she would have been as happy with. Even Triv she'd had issues with; He'd been too passive towards her, too inclined to take her commands without question. Indeed, she'd probably bullied and bitched him into such submission over a lifetime on the run together, but he'd always seemed the type to roll over and show his belly to her without much fuss. Ushaufu wasn't like that. The two of them fought as much as they joked around like this, and to Kizuka's mind that was, well, healthy. If he thought she was being stupid he would say as much, just as she would to him; if they didn't agree, they would bicker out a compromise. In their relationship there was no "dominant" and no "submissive," but instead equal partners in everything.

No, she couldn't imagine life without him any longer.

"I doubt he's angry over something such as that--after all, the drought started long before half-blooded children had such a population boom. Well.. in comparison anyway; there arn't many half-bloods OR full bloods around here anymore. Either way, I doubt we'll know until he returns." Oh, she had other theories, no few of which required the Queen on the throne, but those weren't things to voice to the populace, especially in a place where those of undecided minds might hear. She'd long since learned to watch what she said, and though she rarely lied, tactful omissions weren't above her.

Kizuka gave a laughing snort at the thought of the outlanders her mate had sent running. It really was an amusing sight, if somewhat... bullyish. Not that she minded; she'd have probably taken a more violent approach to some of the more pig-headed ones. Rather than answering the question herself, she left it up to her mate and lowered her head to rest upon her paws.

"Do remind me never to mess with you then. This statement, even though she rather suspected it was more than half in jest, given the difference in their size. Still, it was balm to ruffled pride to be considered even a little dangerous, and she twitched her whiskers contentedly, drawing up at the statement a little as they continued.
"You know a -god-?" She demanded curiously, head tipped at this seemingly outrageous claim, but then, she had no idea she was talking to one. "I guess I'll have to take your word for it." She laughed, trying to picture this towering male conversing with something that seemed so alien. What would -gods- really have to do with them on such an intimate level anyway? Sure there were -stories-.... but wasn't that just a way to explain why some lions seemed to have unexpected... 'gifts'?.
She added a snort though at the mention of the 'voice of reason'. "If he had a problem hearing MOSES scream, then I'd lay into him myself." She snapped, bold with anger, her claws jutting out breifly with the exposed flash of rage. "He should know what it means to me..... But I promised my father I'd stay here and not go looking for him on my own." He was probably right in doing so, she had to angrily admit. Much as she might try, he was still a male, so still physicly larger than her. And who knew what sort of alies he might have.
She changed the topic again with an angry huff, burrying her anger at 'Moses' again as best as she could. "...Anyway. I say you have my blessing. Especially if the Queen gives it. I have faith in her, lightning or not. If She says you have her blessing, I'll take her at her word."

He smirked.

He couldn't help it.

Really he couldn't; it was all he could do to keep himself from chuckling as his mate turned around and pressed her head to his side. To anyone watching, this sole movement could have been seen as a nuzzle, however, Ushaufu knew better; as he looked over his shoulder and down at her, he was just in time to see her stuff her paw into her mouth. The vision was hilarious as was Sekmet's reply, and thus, he smirked.

He smirked in an effort to keep himself from laughing; had he not been as well trained in Deception as he was, the god would have been in a tight spot. As it was, however and (thankfuly) to the fact he belived no one could bullshit The Bullshitter, the male turned his attention back upon the dark pelted lioness, "Yes," he replied smugly, "Yes, I do know a God, my dear," he, in fact, knew several gods, but that was a moot point right now, "You'd be surprised how many Gods walk around with Mortals. I was told, as a child, that some of these Gods NEED to be here on earth to do their job. Ever wonder why a flower, flowers, or wilts and dies... or why you can FEEL the wind blowing against your face... or WHY the clouds up above seem alive as they move and rumble... or WHY a storm seems to be angry, or calmer, or soothing... WHY it is they all seem to have a personality?" he smirked again, lifting a paw to point a claw at her, "Think about it."

Ushaufu had no idea whom Moses was, but he had half a mind to ask later. For now, he deemed it better to keep his god-damned mouth shut; something that had always been increasingly difficult, to say the least, yet he prided himself in the fact he was slowly (being the key word) learning not to do, in certain situations. Blinking down at his mate, he shrugged lightly, offering her a silent 'No idea' to her not-quite-voiced question of 'What the hell?'.

It was amusing to note how the two seemed to be able to comunicate even without words. Simple gestures were, more often than not, enough, "Well of course she accepted me; I mean, let's face it," the words were dripping sarcasm at this point; it was obvious the male too, had been surprised by the fact the Queen had not questioned him more than for a bare few seconds, amusingly enough, "I am quite a catch..." he trailed off as he arched a brow at his mate; though her pelt made it imposible for him to catch her blush, the fact she was pressed so firmly against him had made him notice her sudden raise in temperature, "Do you have a fever?" this said, he lowered his forehead awkwardly against hers, "You're hot," and he, amusingly enough, meant that in an extremely innocent way. He'd have faultered had he known the thoughts that had been crossing both lionesses minds at that moment.

"He always is," Kizuka drawled in her own sour way that was quite obviously amused. She felt no reason to mess with her mate's ego, no matter how over-inflated it could get, unless it was absolutely necessary. She brushed his face away gently, getting him out of hers and shook her head, "I'm fine, you big lumox."

Raising her head, the female nipped his chin affectionately, then turned her gaze back to Sekhmet. "When your father has recovered, and they have returned I should like to meet them. Old faces are.. well a sight for sore eyes, to quote older proverbs." Kizuka gave a slight chuckle, her tail thumping on the drying grass near her feet. She didn't feel like explaining her 'heat' to Ushaufu, and thus she ignored the question. She couldn't lie to him, nor was she inclined to, and what she had been thinking about was not something their relationship was at all ready for.

"As for Masika... if I see her I'll say that I've seen you and you're looking for her. The hunting is, as we've said, sparse.. she could be back at any time." The lioness shrugged, "Assuming you're not inclined to stay and wait for her yourself, that is; I know you have the other two to look after."

Sekhmet almost laughed in surprise at the larger lions offer. Although they were a pride, she couldn't really remember many occasions on which the mistweavers had gone hunting together. There had been so few of them at the time, she supposed. "I've rarely had that oportunity, but I'd like to be of help. How exactly are you going about these dives anyway?" She shook her head at Ushafu. "I used to try and climb trees all the time when I was younger, and I found it difficult then, and I was a lot smaller than you are. Of course I suppose it would certainly surprise the waterbuck. Sort of like an elephant dropping out of the sky would." She joked, standing up and flicking an ear in amusement.