He had earned his keep.
He had given his strength to their causes. He had earned his. And because of it, he could breathe easy knowing his movements were not always being watched by some eye from the old ways. But it was the resurgence of outsiders, those far apart from Firekin blood, that had allowed him more comfort than he had ever experienced before. Now-a-day, he felt truly at home.
“Alright.” Mwanyambi called out over the sands, the mid-day heat bearing down upon his back. It was a fire he had come to know and love, as well as wholeheartedly respect. Across the way there was a large, brilliantly red, lion who had arguably initiated Mwanyambi's previous thoughts. He stood hunched over the sands on all four limbs, defensively whipping his tail from left to right. It was Washa, and he looked as winded as his training partner. Both heaved great breaths to cool and calm the systems, which had just been wrecked for training purposes. From the looks of it, Washa had suffered the brunt of the attack. He was large indeed but that made him less agile. The darker firekin had speed and flexibility on his side.
“That’s good for today.” Mwanyambi followed up, bowing his head. Washa seemed content enough with the suggestion and offered a low, rumbling chuckle before returning the bow. Then, the two parted ways without another word. Washa moving as if to seek refuge in the medical wards while Mwanyambi headed towards the barracks.
His eyes were often kept high, scanning over the faces who marched past him, offering pleasantries and grunts alike to the other members of his pride. Today, however, he let his gaze fall some so that thoughts could flood in more freely. A smile pulled at the edges of his lips.
He was a soldier for the Firekin pride… the Firekin army. He had earned this.
Pandorus Sphinx
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