The God of the Cursed was not happy, and it was very evident on his face. The sea foam green lion padded along, head down, ears back, and face VERY sour. He had a leech, and it wasn't about to let go. Violet eyes glanced back, as a growl emanated from his throat. The lioness was becoming... ANNOYING. VERY annoying.
The dusty-brown lioness kept up with the god, chattering a mile a minute. "So I had to ask my brother, 'Where did the prince go? I thought he'd come back if anything happened to the king!' And my brother said maybe the prince was dead! But you know, I have a feeling he's NOT. Everybody acts as though cubs know nothing, but we can be observant!" She paused in her banter. "Well, when I was a cub, I thought that!" She then stopped, head snapping left. "Hey, who's that?!' Dark ears lifted - Maybe it was another follower come to find them!
The god couldn't help but stop, turning to look at whatever it was the lioness was looking at. "Hell if I know, it's been a while since I met anybody blue or black..." Without being an immortal, anyway.
