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 Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 10:34 am
It was peaceful.
For the time being anyhow; not that she cared too much, one way or another, really. Peace or not, it didn't mater very much, Kenna reasoned as she stretched herself over a rock, allowing the sun to bathe her form. Now, the question was, did she want to share the little piece of information she'd learnt the other day? To tell or not to tell, that was the question. Hmmmm...
After all, it wasn't every day that one found out their own personal slave was a seer. An accurate seer to boot; the possibilities were endless, however, she'd not spoken word of it to her parents. Why bother? She didn't think it was any of their concern.
"Kenna." Azula said by way of greeting. Though the cubs were in general a rather antisocial bunch, they did tend to spend time with each other over anyone else. Today was little different, and Azula found herself coming to share the same rock with her sister. At least they were still small enough to do so.
The slightly smaller of the two females--that wasn't saying much, really--stretched herself out against her sister's side without a hint of permission. Anyone else might have been slapped, but Azula had little fear of that from her sister. She was more than a little possessive of Kenna, after all, as was the elder girl of her. "The repugnant one has been sent away?" She asked of Zaphod.
The larger cub rolled over just so, allowing space for her sister to spread her form too, over the rock; sunbathing was an exercise Kenna found she enjoyed very much... especially if she was accompanied by her sister. Most of her siblings stayed to themselves, but Azula and Sinbad were different. Kenna had found it pleased her to spend her time with them, and thus, she did.
As she felt Azula's form press against her own bright red one, the larger of the two let out a quiet "Hmmm..." for all answer, indication that she'd been meditation on something or other; most stayed away from her, and dared not ask question over what she thought. The answers usually included gorey scenes and disembowelment for some odd reason. Disturbing images coming from someone so young, "He is not here," she answered, languidly, not all insulted it seemed, "Hopefully he shall not be killed before... things are settled," she snorted softly, "I've got an interest in that one," it was an opening to ask, though most would have avoided it
Azula's ears perked. She looked at her sister, tempted to ask.. but then didn't. While the girl had not yet censored all questions from her everyday speech--indeed, they snuck into her mouth when she was tired or especially frustrated--she had begun to cut back on such things. Rather than ask a question, it was always more interesting to merely.. dance around a point and watch others mull it out for themselves what she had meant, or had been questioning.
So, with a sever practice of self control, Azula looked in the other direction and took a moment to calm her curiosity before replying. "I would have supposed that a slave of his particular size and with such glassy, lifeless eyes would not be so interesting in any fashion."
Indeed; it seemed that even then, Kenna mulled around. In fact, as she lay sunbathing she was meditating over what to do, and how she could make use of what she had learned. What would she gain? What could be done? There were endless possibilities, and she found herself... entertained by them. Usually, out of the two sisters, it was Azula that did the thinking; Kenna was further more used to using physical force, and only sit down to think when confronted with a particularly vexing problem. This was of little importance however, for since both sisters passed most of their time together, it meant one was the strength, while the other was the brains. It suited them.
"He's not easily replaceable," came the drawled reply, a smirk tugging at her slightly scarred maw; hints of fights she'd gotten into, and animals she'd tried to take down while learning to hunt, too big for her form. Though she sported the scars, few of the animals had escaped and most the other cubs, bigger and smaller had learned to stay away when she growled. It was worth it, "I think the perks of having a seer at our service... over shadow the cons of his size and his heritage."
Beside her, the younger of the two attempted to control her reaction. Her blue-green eyes darted to her sister's form, but let her eyes wander over the scars there. She sneered a little, and gave a shiver. It was hard to say why her reaction to scars was what it was.. but she did not like them or the thought of them.
Without responding for the time being, the sister leaned in to lap gently at her sister's scared maw--as if cleaning could wash away the 'sin' of their presence. Eventually she had to give it up as futile. "One must never overlook heritage, no matter the advantages. Perhaps it may be wise to pretend to do so."
"Hmmm..." she pondered the words, "It is of very little consequence in a slave though," she dismissed, "After all, it is not mate material we are talking about, but toy material. He's an efficient hunter, a good decoy... and he comes with the added perk I mentioned," she looked up for a moment, at the sky, leaning in to allow her sister to groom her.
Grooming as something she very much enjoyed. She was so used to having to groom Sinbad, she grew weary, and having Azula groom her in turn was pleasing, "He is... entertaining, for the time being," it was said with such a dark, eerie smirk, that many would have run for the hills; it was widely known, amongst them at least, that being determined 'interesting' by Kenna, was not good for the health.
"certainly, but was he ---" She paused, about to have asked a question and frowned at herself. Stupid. The girl cleared her throat and began again, as if she had never yet spoken. "Entertaining is a certainty. I do not think he was any less so before, for there is little practical use of this in a slave. Assuming, of course, that one realizes what is said does not often reflect has been or will be. Still, the quality in a 'toy' may prove of some value if there is little spreading of fact."
An ear twitched mildly, then something happened as Azula cleared her throat; Kenna chuckled. The sound was dry, almost humourless, as if the cub weren't really used to laughter and it was poorly practiced, however, despite that... there it was. Kenna was actualy sure she could count on the fingers of one paw, the number of times she'd laughed in her entire life.
She was well aware that while she trained her body, Azula trained her mind; one of the practices she'd gotten into was not asking questions. She'd slipped. It was mildly amusing.
"You talk to much," came the snort as she leaned in to drag her tongue over her sister's cheek, "I am not the one you should try to confuse with logic; I agree with you. However..." she paused, "I think I will keep him unbroken for a while longer. He's... pleasing to have. I wonder what the future can say to us."
"I'll concede some amusement at that.. .and thank you for sharing this with me." Azula replied with a stiff formality brought about by mild hurt. Logic was confusing? well.. The tongue on her cheek smoothed over those bruised feelings, however, and the girl relaxed. "one might observe that it is best not to wonder, when simple trial should get a result."
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 1:17 pm
The larger female seemed to almost read her mind; she sniffed slightly, "Hardly confusing usualy, but... it can he a weapon too," she allowed her tongue to drag along her sister's cheek once more, using a paw to bring her face nearer; it was good have someone to groom whom actualy LIKED being groomed.
Kenna felt herself snort at the notion, her mind instantly thinking about Sinbad, "Yes, well..." a pause as she released Azula, "I thought it'd interest you; you've always liked pondering over things a bit more than me. You might find the information... use that I have not yet," it was common knowledge in the den that it was Azula whom seemed further most keen to ponder after all, "Hmm... perhaps, butn wonder gives rise to posiblities, and results that when tested might result in a broken toy. I need him whole for the time being," she lifted her gaze to the sky, a brow arching. She shifted slightly, "The notion of staring at his entrails in hopes it'd reveal me my future crossed my mind, but then I figured if it did not work, it'd result in one Very Dead Slave and father would not appreciate having to go out to fetch another."
On that note, she turned to look at Azula, "Did father say he was going to get a slave for you?"
"Rarely does father broach any subject beyond hunting with his children; even those favoured of him," She replied obliquely. In other words: no, he hadn't... and she was a bit sensitive of the topic. That Kenna had been the first to recieve one was a stroke of jealousy for her younger sister, for it was Azula that had always been keen to turn their father's eyes her way. While she was favoured, slightly, and she knew it, the girl wanted it to be noteable and obvious even to the most dense in their litter. Thus far, that had not happened--it was Kenna who seemed to get the most attention.
Yet, Azula could never bring herself to hate the other girl for it. No, she still loved her sister dearly... even though she'd considered more than once that striking her down might work to her advantage. In the end she wasn't able to commit such treachery, even if she'd thought herself physically able to do it. "Perhaps we shall wait and see, then, and I shall consider its future." She rarely refered to the slaves as people.
"Hmmm..." she fell silent for a moment, pondering what Azula had said, then she rolled her tongue over her fangs and 'tsked' lightly almost as if she didn't quite agree with what her father was doing, yet not quite willing to say so outloud. The sound was there thought for Azula to understand, "He will... in due time. I'm sure," a pause as she twisted her lips into a small, silent snarl, "He is... frustratingly ocupied most of the time."
She knew Azula craved Mwali's attention; had known it since birth, and it was... well, not amusing, but slightly strange, how though she did little to make their father look at her, he did so anyhow. Above all, it was clear to keena the two sisters were the most favoured in the litter, Sinbad following closely after, if only because Mwali seemed to enjoy picking on him.
"Time will tell," it was a said as an answer to both what Azula had spoken last, and the fact she knew, knew that their father would soon give Azula a slave. In fact, the only reason she'd gotten Zap, was, without a doubt, that she had been awake before the other female, that fateful morning. Or perhaps it had to do with being born first.
I didn't matter. Not really.
Azula's only responce was to n** her sister's neck and then settle down beside her on the rock. She didn't feel up to arguing about it... and didn't really want to, either. It was nice to pretend that her sister was right and merely sunbathe besider her. No doubt, it would also come with a bath from the more fastidious of the two--and Azula loved to be bathed.
And Kenna, for once, allowed her eyes to close; she allowed the nips to send small jolts of pleasure down her spine before she drapped her neck over her sister's body and merely... rested. Rest was not something she indulged herself with often, and resting in good company and comfortable silence was, needless to say, highly appreciated.
The words she'd last murmured, echoed in her mind; Time would tell. She was sure of it, and in the comfortable silence, the femaled allowed her sister to hear her purr; it was a soft sound, smooth and gentle. So unlike Kenna herself, that it was almost a miracle the sound was coming from the large, red pelted female's form.
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