Mut:Once again it was time for Mutes to depart Li's side and attend to his own duties. Squall would take over the watch so there was nothing to dwell on.
The evening sun shown brilliantly on the small oasis pool. It would be the ideal place to find an adveturer in need of his guidence. Or at least relax for a bit. Either way Mutes was not worried about the outcome.
The plants around the waters clung to the tall rock formations around the pools while the trees waved about in the refreshing breeze. Mutes didn't expect to be alone here... Which was why he wore his mortal mask.
Rama:
As Mut had expected, he wasn't alone in the small oasis. Rama had found the place not long ago, it was ideal for getting some time in, not to mention some private grooming in. He didn't like detailing himself in the public eye. He had to emerge, already perfect and ready to welcome the world into his eager and willing arms. If he was seen in a less than perfect state by anyone...well word could get out! They'd think less of him, and he'd not recieve the adoration he so rightly deserved.
The god froze, however, a few steps from his grooming pool. The water was still and the light of the oasis was dim enough to give him a decent reflection. But he wasn't alone. Oh the rotton luck!
He lifted his eyes, sneering slightly. It wasn't a mortal either...
"Who's there? Go away. I'm terribly busy."
Mut:
Mutes ignored the egotistical god's request completely as he approached the oasis. He didn't believe that there was any clam to this spot for one. For two, he had heared about this self absorbed god and his 'shinanaigans'. He moved around the god and approached the opposite side of the pool where he could refresh himself with a cool drink.
Rama:
Rama sat himself down and lifted his chin, deep blue eyes narrowing as the large male approached without a word and began helping himself to a drink of -his- water. Great, now it was tainted. Ick...he'd have to share water with someone else! Heavens knew what he'd been eating! Or worse- what he'd been licking!
And what was with the hat? Who wore hats!? It totally messed up the mane, fluffing it out or matting it down. There was just no winning.
"Uh, hello? Earth to brute?"
Mut:
Mutes finished his drink before lifting his head, showing off his full height, and glaring at the other god. His brow furrowed.
"What?..." He spoke coldly.
Rama:
"I just asked you to leave." Rama repeated, making no attempt to remove the sharpness in his tone. He didn't like associating with the other gods. For one, they thought themselves to be so great. For two, his last encounter with a certain goddess had been less than pleasant. Average indeed! He'd have a short word or two with her on their next encounter. IF, in fact, he decided to give her the pleasure.
"This is my private oasis you see. I need to groom myself and I -was- thinking about getting a drink before you tainted it."
Mut:
"And I chose not to oblidge your request." Mutes spoke plainly than sniffed at the air. "...This is obviously not your territory, Nor is this your water. If you are too fearful to drink from this pool becasue of my 'taint' than death take you." Mutes pupil-less white eyes glared at Rama's blue. The more this god opened his flapping maw the more Mutes decided this was no more than a cowardly p***k.
Rama:
"I beg your pardon! How rude." Rama took a step back, not because he was afraid, oh no, but the male's obvious lack of respect had him in complete disbelief. Did he even know who he had the honor of standing before?! Of course not, hence the disrespect. That was it- it had to be.
"Psh. Gods can't die from not drinking, idiot. That's why we're gods." He rolled his eyes and retook the step he'd lost a moment ago. "Just what are you doing here? Other than making perfectly clean water dirty and shedding all over the place?"
Mut:
Mutes kept his gaze locked on Rama. "I did not say from thirst now did I?"
He took a few steps toward the miffed god boldly. The second question went, again, completely ignored. His busyness was his own and this brat was not going to get the pleasure of even a response. That seemed to get under his skin, which was amusing.
Rama:
What... did he mean by that?! Was that a threat? A -threat-!? Rama laughed nervously, perhaps to fill the silence, or perhaps the other male would see him as bold enough to laugh in the face of such a threat.
He'd never been threatened in his life! The nerve. Of course, then again he'd never fought in his life. As large and magnificent as as he was, he lacked the brutish build that his rival boasted. "Aren't you...the cocky one!" He laughed again, forcing some confidence into his tone. "You come to my oasis and threaten the great Rama! How dare you!"
Mut:
Mutes frown deepened at the nervous laugh. He was asking for such a beating, the uneasiness this one portrayed was unmistakable. Perhaps it would be in everyone's best interest if he were to knock him down a notch or two...
"I see no greatness before me. Only a coward..." Mutes spoke coldly as he again loomed toward this Rama.
His opponent's body language didn't suggest there would be a fight, but if Mutes was proven wrong he would be ready regardless. Anyone with such an ego would be torn to receive a blow to the face, the most insulting wound anyone can give the prideful.
Rama:
"Coward!?" Rama took a bold step forward. Outwardly, he was thrown into his shoulders, chest held out while his tail curled proudly behind him. It was one of many practiced stances that he had stored away. In fact, he had one for about every situation. There were select few that needed improving upon. Of course, he never dreamed in a million years that anyone would actually insult him! Not when there were others laying about that were so much more deserving of scorn than he was.
"I'll have you know there are none more bold than I! None more powerful or beautiful! Do not resort to insults becuase you are jealous."
Mut:
"I am not convinced." Mutes flexed his claws as he proceed. His opponent had a decent stance, but was he going to follow through with the visual threat?
Rama:
Oh no... he wasn't buying his bluff. His perfect, calculated bluff! He couldn't fight! Fighting meant his fur would be ruffled up, his skin broken, blood everywhere! BLOOD! Not to mention the pain. He'd stubbed his toe once, that had been horrible. To get clawed up by another god would be miserable. He'd never recover!
The god glanced either way. There was only him and this other male... one witness wasn't bad was it? Was it? Nope. Not if it meant he didn't get mauled.
"Your hat's tacky!" He threw out before turning and bolting in the other direction, tail tucked and wings fanned out. He had to get away!
Mut:
Mutes' eye twitched. The coward even dared to insult his hat?! It wasn't tacky in the least. Mutes huffed as he watched the lion escape. He wasn't even worth the effort. "coward."
That one had better hope they do not meet again...
