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 Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 12:12 pm
If Phib hadn’t been already reeling from the sheer insanity of it all, this would have certainly done it for him. The space between his ears was quickly filled with loud curses and rabid bursts of thought as the older male still debated on what it was to be done. They were a couple of lucky brats, that was for sure. If he had been any younger, he probably would have already dispatched with them both already. Surely he had given them enough time to back out? There couldn’t be some sort of cosmic repercussion for smacking some sense into the empty headed anarchists.
The brothers were planning together it seemed, and Phib took the chance to relax his flinched muscles. How quick could he take care of them both? The black one had to be the brains of the operation. But where did that put this other one? Phib had been in enough fights and wars in his day to realize that if he got the smart one, the dumber one would probably throw caution to the wind and simply wreck an onslaught. Nothing that he couldn’t handle, of course- but the last thing he needed for his pride was to loose an eye to some delirious youngling out for grandeur. But grabbing the blonde one first? It could go two ways. Either the other male could be silenced to protect his brother, or he’d attack just as feverently as the other. He looked like he might be a bit harder of a hit- and if he did have some knowledge about his bad leg, he certainly didn’t want the little ruffian running straight for that and giving him a broken ankle.
The other option of course was the simpler one, but as angry as he was, he wasn’t looking to be killing anyone.
Kamal smirked as Hakan spoke, and slowly twined the end of his tail. What a pathetic old lion! No one to talk to, so he had to go getting jealous of young lions. It was rather sad, actually. It was a lucky thing that Kamal had no plans on ever getting old. In fact- he made a note to remind Hakan to kill him if he ever started acting aged. It was the right thing to do, after all.
Although momentairly unnerved by the roar, the golden lion leaned towards his blackened brother as the other spoke enthusiastically into his ear. Glowering, Kamal nodded and licked his lips. “I don’t think hes much good for swimin either.” He noted mischeviously. Not that the older lion would actually need to do much wading in the water- but Kamal too picked up that once the trio got into it, they could use the water to their advantage. This green fellow was one big freaking lion, but he didn’t look very agile. As long as they avoided his paws, Kamal doubted they’d have much of a problem.
The brothers seperated, and while Hakan took the left, Kamal slowly edged to the right, froming a kind of triangular pattern between the three rogues, and carefully, stepped one foot into the rank water.
Phib bristled and flickered his eyes. He still hadn't decided which one he'd have to get off him first, and all the while, he was still trying figure out exactly what the hell had happened to get himself to this point.
But he certainly wasn't going to let a pair of kids think they were something special.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 12:39 pm
(( *chuckles insanely about the RP* I never meant for them to fight xD;; strange how they seem to take on a life of their own @__@ ))
Okay, jokes aside, Hakan knew he had to be careful. He had never meant to get into this situation but hey, insults and wounds to his ego forced him itno it. He had to prove himself, show this creature that he shouldn't under-estimate younger generations. He also had something to prove to himself, something he had wanted to prove for a long time.
He wanted to test his skills to see just how much he had improved and it was a good way to develop a better relationship with his sibling. It was strange that the brother he had given up a good section of his life to protect was not as familiar to him as he should have been. He wanted to make up for it and though a fight probably wasn't the best idea it was all they had right now.
His eyes flicked up to regard the other, trying his best to calculate what was going on in that mind of his.
All he knew was that they had to strike and quickly because he was sure that the stranger was already trying to piece together some sort of plan to beat them.
He gave a knowing look to Kamal and decided to be the first 'distraction'. His body snapped into the lunge with surprising speed and in seconds the black lion was shortening the distance between him and the rogue. The splash of one paw in the water was signal enough of his movement, but it was not done by accident. He wanted Phib to know of his approach. To any onlookers it might seem as if he was going to throw himself mindlessly at the male and hope for the best, but Hakan knew that would be suicide.
So at the last moment - just out of the stranger's reach - he dug in his claws to halt himself and pushed off sideways to try and get behind the adult. Even an intellect like this rogue couldn't easily keep his eyes on both of them.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 2:57 pm
(( XDDD I know! No worries though~ >DD I'll give them another round before Phib really gets in trouble.
Ameh: >8[ ))
Blast, they were serious. If he could repeat the phrase ‘damn ******** stupid damn kids’ one more time in his head, this was it, and with a slow step he leaned his weight against his left shoulder and pivoted to the side in one slow movement. The golden creature was picked to be the lesser of the two combatants, and for the moment, he kept his eyes upon the workings of the other male- who’s lead the brown one was following meticulously.
Despite Phib’s intent gaze towards Hakan, the movement of the large lion towards him brought a slight (if not misinformed) swell of deviant pride in Kamal. Hah! What a fool to turn a blind eye to him! But if he didn’t know better, he might have also believed Hakan might have had some sort of hypnotic powers.
Ah! It was marvelous! The blood thudding behind his ears and the shaking in his muscles was no deterrent for Kamal. This was how things were supposed to be. If you had a disagreement, or if someone was a fool, or if you didn’t like someone, or hell- if you just felt like it, this was how to settle it down! The idea of death didn’t even factor into Kamal’s mindset. And even if it had- it would have been a gloriously graphic death. Blood spewing everywhere, and the whole nine yards. That was how it was done. Briefly- he wondered how this lion would look when he died. Perhaps he’d be happy they’d put him down.
And midway between Kamal’s heroic fantasies, Hakan charged suddenly.
If Phib had underestimate Hakan for anything, this was it. He had expected the young male to think so fully of himself that he’d charge directly at him, and ignoring the brown lion, he moved to catch the other brother in the face as he ran towards him. But surprisingly- the black lion danced suddenly to the left and behind him, and by the time Phib was turning round in a half hop, Kamal smacked into his left shoulder.
Phib flexed and leaned into the hit, quickly swinging his paw forward and catching the gold lion across the face. Kamal balked; but took the hit and hit the water rather then fight against it and cause more damage, and a second later he was scrambling up the left bank, and turning heel to make another assault. He’d gotten cuffed pretty badly- but other then three streaks of red and a slight swelling, it wasn’t anything to keep him down.
Detracted by Kamal’s actions, Phib gruffly snorted and turned towards his rear, looking for the black creature while attempting to time how fast it was going to take for the brown creature to return back.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 2:04 am
(( *chuckles* oh dear, poor Phib! x3 he's been naughty, but so have the little 'uns too x3 ))
Nothing ever felt so good as being in a fight, the pace, the fire, the adrenaline racing through every ounce of your being. Mrost had taught him to love the battle and taught him well. Where once Hakan would have blindly raced in to a fight his mind was now tuned to tactics. Fighting was all he knew and all he would ever know and so he had decided to excell in it.
He would become a warrior that everyone feared the name of. He was the Dark Guardian and he fought in the name of War.
He heard the whistle of paws as Phib tried to strike out at him and laughed in sheer delight at outwitting him. Mrost was right, he would soon be strong enough that even a giant like this would be easy pickings. Of course it did help that he had his brother alongside him.
It was only when he swung around to make another attack that he caught sight of the giant striking at his brother. His heart constricted fearfully and fear was consumed by a bubble of anger that swept fire through his being.
And as Phib turned he would have seen a flash of black fur as Hakan leapt skywards, paws outstretched and jaws opened as he prepared to leap upon the back of his adversary. If he struck true he'd use the same method he did on the hyena and cling on with all his might. That would be distraction enough to allow Kamal some payback.
Phib could roll if he wished, but did he really want to expose a vulnerable underbelly to his brother's jaws? Hakan thought not, though the thought of being crushed beneath such a giant wasn't very nice.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 4:12 am
Phib gave a half strangled groan of anger as he caught sight of the male flying towards him. In any other fight he would have rolled with it and attempted to force his adversary underwater- but after a split second he reminded himself he wasn’t exactly going for a fatality here. But that left a rather disgruntled Phib to take the hit and get the damage himself. Inexperienced or not- he didn’t doubt the claws on the black one could make some damage.
The young lion slammed against Phib’s back and side, and although he’d been braced for it he still jerked to the right in surprise. The move must have been executed according to the black brother’s plans, and there was a stab of pain across his shoulders- although at the moment he couldn’t see if it was Hakan’s claws or jaws that had inflicted the stab. Grumbling agitatedly he flexed and rose up in a half jump on two feet, attempting to reach around and catch the Hakan with the ends of his claws. But to say any of it was effective would have been an overstatement. Lion’s arms just were not meant to bend in that direction.
There was still the instinctive urge to roll, or slam the other into the bank; and after having a couple of seconds of Hakan on his back his guilty conscience was somewhat less then a whisper. They did have it coming, after all!
But if Phib was making plans to execute a roll all the while Hakan was hanging on and making a wreck, they were distracted with a series of splashes alerted Phib’s attention away from his back and to his face, where Kamal had returned at. The golden lion had seen Phib rise once with his brother on his back, but he doubted the old lion would do it again. If that was the case, then he at least had a better chance then before at a frontal attack.
Now thoroughly furious, Phib turned to face Kamal, who was raising his paw to strike at the other male’s face in vengeance. From his previous jump the mud beneath Phib had shifted somewhat and his back legs had sank, making rising back up impossible. The other lion’s claws swung, and the male turned his head towards it, using most of his mane to keep the claws from scraping the sin. Caught in the motion of his movements, Kamal leaned to the right, where Phib promptly caught him by the back of his neck, and started to push downwards in attempts to shove the other underwater and dislodge the other brother from his back.
But by now- she had decided enough was enough.
“Boys, boys!” Came a sudden frail cry. “Stop that now!”
Underneath the water Kamal was vaguely aware of someone high pitched talking, but he bubbled a response of confusion. Perhaps it was the older male screaming? Deviously he chuckled- but in the motion he inhaled some water, and started to flail against Phib’s weight.
The large lion groaned in response to the voice and glanced in it’s direction, before the jerking movements of the drowning adolescent caught his attention. With a gruff snort he released his paw, and the golden creature’s head popped back up with a sneeze.
Kamal wheezed a final time before looking to see who it was that was interrupting their perfectly awesome brawl. Damn pacifists.
She approached from the bank, having pulled herself out of the reeds. Against the murky condition of the water and muddy shore she was unusually white and clean; and looked at the wrong way she might have even seemed effervescent. Even after moving over the mud the appearance did not damper, although any awe at the occasion was quickly lost as the small and dainty creature collided into the water.
She was small enough that the water came to her breastbone, and she made sudden quick hops to cross past it. Now come into closer view- she had a waif like appearance, and her eyes seemed a bit too wide and drawing for her head. Other then that she appeared ordinary- although the newness in her gave rise to the opinion she was young.
“Phib!” The white creature stammered. “What on earth are you doing to these boys!?” It certainly was an odd sight! Nervously she dodged to the right, and flattened her ears. Couldn't she leave him alone for five minutes without him getting into trouble?
Affectionately she went to warbling around Kamal, who quickly became somewhat nervous of a female sticking her head against his.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 5:07 am
With all his migth Hakan dug his claws into Phib's shoulders, enjoying the feeling of holding the beast trapped in his grasp. As expected the green-pelted rogue fought to get free and in an attempt to stabilise himself he reached forth and snapped his jaws closed around a good chunk of his adversary's mane.
So focused on hanging on and digging his claws in as far as they would go the only signal he got that Kamal had made another attempt on attacking the brute was the splashing of water.
He loosened his hold on Phib's mane only to try and get a look of what was going on, especially when the sound of splashing quietened and Phib's body changed sposition so that he found himself clinging on desperately to keep himself from being dislodged.
He wanted to call out to his brother and see if he was okay but knew if he did so one jerk from the stranger and he'd fall from his place. It was then that the voice floated around him, settling upon his ears with a strange resonance. It halted his grip and made him loosen his claws so much so that he slipped down from Phib's back to land on his paws beside him.
It was here that his eyes settled upon the form of a beauty more striking than he had ever seen before.
Hakan was in love!
Or rather...infatuated.
His jaw fell open a little as he straightened himself and watched as she began to lecture the large rogue beside him. It was only when she turned her attentions to his brother that Hakan tilted his head to glance up at the so-called Phib. "Who's she?"
It seemed the fight had been forgotten for now.
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 1:22 pm
Kamal flushed as the white face hovered around the swollen marks on his cheek. What was she supposed to be? Some sort of backup for the male lion? And yet as bitter as Kamal was, he couldn’t see much of a fighter in the small lady. Something which usually agitated him- but in her... it seemed almost like looking at Kimya. Only better.
Améh shifted and walked another circle around Kamal, before leaning forward and licking the scrapes once. “I don’t think it will be scarring, yes?” The dainty creature spoke, before walking away from Kamal as haphazardly as she had arrived. It left the golden lion dripping and feeling somewhat stupefied- and yet- was it odd to believe that the clawing seemed not to hurt anymore? Odd.
Phib slumped and sat in the water next to Hakan, for the moment, united in the shared scolding of the female. He quirked his brow and glanced towards the black creature with a shift before shaking his head and turning his face back to the female. In a low half grumble, he added- “You don’t want to know.”
“Know what?” Améh peeped, and stepped over something unseen in the water. Even wet she was doing an almost unnaturally good job of keeping herself clean. Now that her eyes were upon both of the males, it was far more notable the oddness of her stare. She had large, wide blue eyes- and they sported rather unnatural pupils shaped like a small navy ring. Her eyelashes seemed to shade them from looking too peculiar, but dead on it was hard to miss something unusual about them.
The white female took a long, tired sigh and moved towards the black lion. She smiled impishly and moved herself decidably close, as she glanced at the area where Hakan had had a piece of mane torn from him. “Ah! I think you look fine.” She admitted. “It looks like you were the winner.” The white creature remarked somewhat heatedly- and it was hard to tell if she was muffled over the fact that they had been fighting, or if she was taunting Phib.
Although she had taken rather good care of the brothers, she made no movement to check on Phib’s shoulders. A few small trails of red were sliding down in rivets across his shoulders, but he seemed to notice it about as much as she did. “No good being in the water.” She commented softly, and walked carefully around the black male and Phib, glancing at the blue eyed male once out of the corner of her eyes, before hanging back once to catch Phib as he changed positions.
“Children?” She mumbled through clenched teeth.
He gave her a gruff snort. “You didn’t get the whole exposition.”
“Oh, I’m sure they really jumped you.” She muttered back under her breath. “A massacre.” She remarked again, this time within earshot, and it brought a smug grin to Kamal’s face.
As the two elder lions got out of the water, Kamal moved towards Hakan, still dripping and minorly bleeding from the side of his face. “Eh- girls.” The rough creature mumbled, but he didn’t seem to be able to take his eyes off the other either.
The white female stopped and moved out onto the murky shore, before turning- apparently waiting to see if the brothers were coming out of the unsettled waters.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 2:37 am
It was only when the strange white lioness dipped her face to lick at Kamal that Hakan noticed the wounds. He bristled ever so slightly but when normally he would have made for a second attack he felt almost rooted to the ground.
As if by a megnetic force he found his eyes slowing sliding to the white creature's form. She seemed almost unnatrual and it was only when Phib moved to sit beside him that he jolted from his reverie, glancing at him through the corners of his eyes. He would have replied with some sort of comment then if the female hadn't overheard and spoken up.
However once again he found himself oddly attracted to her and he could see the strange beauty that were her eyes as she gazed towards them. A shiver ran down the length of his spine and he could hear his heart beating in his chest. The water around his body seemed to have gone unnoticed especially as she drew closer to him.
Her smile sent his heart doing a backwards flip in his chest and he unknowingly dug his claws into the soft ground beneath him, glad that the action couldn't be seen. It was almost as if he was trying to keep down some strange emotion that he didn't want to make an appearance.
And then she spoke to him, to him and he was briefly lost for words, staring at her with his mouth very slightly parted as if he wanted to speak but didn't know how. Then his chance to reply was gone as she turned to give Phib his lecture. Obviously the two knew one another though it seemed a strange friendship indeed. They both seemed quite different so why one earth would such a beautiful creature as she want anything to do with him?
Another feeling lurched through him, jealousy perhaps?
He was only partly aware of Kamal's approach and with a small nod he laughed quietly and agreed. "Too much trouble if yah ask me." Though he was actually quite glad she had come when she did.
It was only when she turned to them again that he stood up and made for the bank, "come on, lets go find out who these strangers are." For they had not really uncovered anything about the male except that his name was Phib.
With that said he moved out of the water and shook himself vigorously, spraying a cascade of droplets into the air around him. He stopped only when he wasn't dripping wet and moved forwards once more.
"Who." He finally found the words to speak to her, "are you and why did you interrupt our fight? Are you that...green's mate or something?" He shot a glare at Phib then.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:50 am
Once out of the water Phib started to notice the wetness on his shoulder. Absently he turned around and caught sight of the thin line of blood. Gruffly he snorted and lapped a few inches of the trail away, before swinging his head slowly back. Few things had been said between him and Améh directly, but he was already aware they were subconsciously in an argument. Sometimes the woman could be infuriating. She confounded all logic that he stood behind.
If they were having a silent argument, Améh didn’t seem to show it. Her head was affectionately tilted to the side and facing Hakan who was speaking to her. But Phib knew her well enough to get the idea he was being ignored. It brought a slight rise in him. As if she could pretend to ignore him! But- he kept his mouth shut for the moment. These were the times when he was given to saying something bitter towards her, and then he’d really be in for the silent treatment.
“My name is Améh.” She replied calmly. “And I don’t like to see people fighting. Particularly people who should know better.” The white creature remarked with a somewhat sidelong glance to Phib, who returned the glare, and she slowly swished her tail as if she hadn’t caught it. All arguments aside- they were getting very good at the delicate art of having a dispute. “Why must we be fighting?” Améh questioned again, this time somewhat sadly. “Nothing here worth a scuffle over, and certainly not a scar. Not a very good story to tell in the future.”
She had a slightly abstract method of speaking, and she was long aware of it. Truthfully- she hated fighting. She hated it miserably, although it was constantly happening and she could feel it all vaguely in the back of her mind. It was unlikely the youth would agree with her true thoughts, so she kept them under guard. Phib knew her thinking, and she was disappointed he had been goated into fighting with them.
Any other god might have chalked it up to the wayward and disappointing nature of mortals. But Améh- who spent so much time as a mortal there was some confusion as to what she really was, had devoted far too much of her love and time to mortals. She served them completely- when she could. She protected their one frailty which lead them to their demise. But even she could become disappointed at times.
The other part of Hakan’s question caught her ears, and she rose her expression upwards. “He is my mate, yes.” She smiled. Disappointed, maybe- but she never fell out of love. “And you? You are brothers, I am thinking?” The lady remarked, her ears pushing forwards.
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 4:13 am
Wow, so that grumpy, annoying old rogue actually her as a mate? He could not hide the little trace of shock from his face as the realisation hit him. What could she possibly see in him? He turned to gaze back and forth between them, watching Phib's obvious irritation and Améh's sadness. They seemed like a very odd couple indeed and it obviously confused Hakan very much.
He gave a small huff and nodded in reply to her question.
"Yup, we're brothers. I'm Hakan and he's Kamal." It was one of the first times he had given his name to a stranger, which was saying something. He wasn't too keen on this Phib knowing it but he did not feel right hiding it from the female.
"Don't see what's so bad about fighting though, it sorts the strong from the weak." And as he said the last word he sent a taunting glare at Phib. Silly brute of a lion throwing his weight around like that, he though silently to himself.
"You should warn your mate that he shouldn't pick fights with those stronger than him. If you hadn't turned up when you did he would have been hyena poop." He chuckled then, raising one paw to flick the mane out of his eyes. "Right Kamal?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 5:15 am
Kamal nodded his head eagerly. Damn right they would have made him hyena poop! If the lady hadn’t shown up, he would have given it another two minutes. Then surely they would have been the victors. In response Phib simply flared his nostrils and snorted- but did not seem too keen to pick up this argument again. Although he was somewhat sadistically amused by how Améh would take the matter. He knew she was belligerently pacifistic.
She seemed to take it good- at least for the moment, although her face fell somewhat sadly and her wide eyes veiled. “What is so wrong with being weak?” She questioned. “Isn’t it just a state? Some of us are born smart, beautiful, strong, wise- how can being weak be such a curse? We all have talents- and all of them are important to one another. Aren’t they?”
She paused as if in consideration of the silence, and gently averted her eyes towards Phib, and back to the other male. Frailly, she smiled again and twisted her tail. “I certainly shall. I prefer him as a lion, not as hyena poop.” Goddess or not, even she couldn’t keep a straight face saying that, and mischievously she giggled softly- although it was obvious she was trying to reign in her laughter and be more serious.
“Such strong boys-“ Améh commented again, looking towards the brothers. “Surely they can tell who is weak and who is not just by looking?”
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 7:33 am
Hakan didn't know what the word pacifism was let alone believing in it. Pacifism simply did not appear in the dictionary of war and such a concept would fall on deaf ears. His peace lay in the fact that it followed after war.
Violence first, kindness later. That's how he saw it at least.
"Well I woulda though that was obvious. If you're weak you can't protect yourself or your loved ones." His eyes flickered briefly to his brother, realising that Kamal would grow up strong despite the fact he wasn't as muscular. Soon Kamal wouldn't need his protection but he'd always be there anyway, just in case.
"I don't doubt there are other strengths apart from being physcially capable but in my eyes it is one of the most important. What is the point of being beautiful if you can't protect your face, can't stop your eyes from being gouged out by the claws of an attacker?"
He smiled a little as he saw the Goddess trying not to laugh and with a flick of her his turned his gaze once more to Phib. "But he might smell better..."
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2006 7:26 pm
The female frowned reflectively, and slowly shook her head. This one- a follower of Mrost? There would be no reasoning with him, but it made her heart fall into her chest. Although she was a creature of endless devotion and love for others, she had perhaps less love for the god of War, and those like him. The pain they wrought upon mortals for their own desires made her stomach churn. Metaphorically, at least. Did they know the wake they left behind? Did ones like this poor boy know how quickly his strength would fade as time grew and fighting never ceased? And while their gods wrecked their war, it would be left to her to pick up the pieces of the survivors.
“Not all the world is full of pain and fighting.” The female spoke softly, “I think if you lose that belief- that there is something else; you forget what you were fighting for.”
It was going to be a long night, that was for sure. Phib shifted his weight and rose to the balls of his feet, crossing past Kamal [who doggedly made a face while the lion was turned], and eyed Améh peculiarly out of the side of his eye. Ah! So quick she was to dismiss fighting! Didn’t she know it took work to make a world like she wanted? To preserve the damn foolish hope that there was even once a sliver of a chance to have the world she thought of?
“Everything she says always makes sense.” Phib remarked. “Except in the real world.”
Améh glanced to the side, never losing the affectionate look, but it was obvious his sentiments brought a slight stab to her. Why was he so bitter? She knew they were not so different- although it was obvious others thought they were as different as night and day. Surely there were some gods who even looked down upon the devotion she invested in the other male. Even when he said things like that- she always hoped. He had in some ways become the ultimate test of her ideology.
But, she wasn't one to become distraught. Or at least ever show it. She cracked a smile towards Hakan's comment about Phib's smell, and the male simply rolled his bright red eyes.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 6:44 am
He listened to her silently, not quite understanding what she meant. He knew that there was peace in some places because that was the balance in things. He and his family lived in relative peace and he would never drag them into his war. It wasn't his stlye to force anyone he cared about to follow his path. In fact he would be dead set against anything of the sort.
"I could never forget what I was fighting for. I fight for my family, for my friends, for my mas--" He cut himself off there, realising he could not speak of Mrost in front of Kamal. He hoped the male hadn't cuaght on to the fact that he was keeping secrets from him, but it wasn't done out of spite.
It was done out of love.
His ears flicked over to Phib's direction and he nodded. He was annoyed to admit it but he actually agreed with what the large male said. Things didn't work out peacefully in this world. Bloodshed was always needed.
"Anyways...sorry if we offended you or anything." He might not be a pacifist but he could still appreciate that she was beautiful and that she was indeed a fine lioness. "Just trying to stick up for ourselves. We're not the type to let others push us around."
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 7:09 am
Kamal was clever, but not perhaps so clever to ever suspect something suspicious going on with his brother. The other male’s fumbling rolled off his ears as nothing, although he did pleasantly sway his tail. Hakan had a better way with words then Kamal did, and he was more intent on listening to how his brother was backing up their behavior, and storing it to memory for later. Not that he was taken to explaining himself. But if he did- he’d remember. Smugly, he shifted his weight upon a golden paw, and eyed the green male again. Phib didn’t seem to notice.
Améh had picked up the slight slip of tongue, but the knowledge that Mrost was appearing more readily to mortals was hardly new news. She supposed to some extent Mrost must work as closely to mortal kind as she did- although she couldn’t say she appreciated the result of such a connection. She made note to remember this one though.
But if she was saddened, she certainly wasn’t offended. “No no;” The lady smiled, rising to her feet and approaching Hakan. “I’m not offended. I suppose you must do what you think is right, yes? Brothers are good together.” She was rather impressed by that. “And, I don’t doubt it was well caused.”
To that Phib shook his head slowly. There was no way he could win out in this, was there? He was large enough to tower over her somewhat, and from the top of her he peered down. Améh glanced up through the odd blue eyes, and grinned almost mischievously. “He usually does.”
“Does he?” Phib remarked steadily. With a face like his, it was hard to tell if he was being serious or not. But she didn’t seem nervous, and broke the look.
“Sometimes, I am thinking. But I think it is best for us not to be randomly fighting. Not good for the health, you know.”
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