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The sun had just begun it's decent from the height of it's path when Zelcion had approached his brother, Tythoss, and brought him off away from the others. He led Tythoss down a narrow winding path through the jungle into a small clearing just barely big enough for four kalona to stand abreast or two to face each other. It wasn't an ideal location with all the vines hanging down from the boughs of the moss covered trees but it was private. From his observations they were alone save for a sleepy ocelot dozing off high in the branches. It would do unless Tythoss found some fault in it.

Zelcion crossed to the far side of the clearing and backed himself up so the he stood with all but his forelegs, chest, and head on the outside of the clearing. There would be less complaints about how cramped everything was if he made some space. "I imagine you're wondering why I brought you all the way out here." He said managing to sound almost as condescending as Lord Hellmaster. "Well, that is because I have a beautiful..." His words trailed off as he noticed something light settling on one side of the path that they had taken. Yseult had followed after them. Zelcion smirked. She was such a good and loyal servant. It was a shame that she was no mazoku.

Clearing his throat the light maned kalona continued, "I have a beautiful plan. One that is all but guaranteed to make Lord Beastmaster proud. I thought you might like to share in my glory and help."

Xellra was suspicious. He hated his brothers almost more than he hated kirin. They were always whispering to each other and smirking at him. Sometimes they hid their derision but mostly they did not. They were the pure kalona mazoku. He was half. It was never something he had thought about until they had driven it into his mind. Now, he dealt with it every day. Many soquili would give their lives to protect their family members. Xellra was not one of them.

They were up to something today and he wanted to know what. He sneaked through the jungle after them, hooves falling as lightly as he could make them. Though he would never admit it, it was his kirin blood that probably allowed him to be a little more graceful and quiet than Tythoss. He didn't think they noticed him as he followed. He kept his distance and even let them fall out of sight from time to time before catching back up again. When they stopped he did too. He lurked in the bushes, barely able to even see them under the dense mat of greenery. He wasn't going to be able to hear anything from this distance. He needed to get close somehow...

"Herds... is that it?" Tythoss wasn't impressed just yet. The concept had merit but he could already spot gaping flaws of logic. It was unlike Zelcion to leave those things out. Tythoss had to wonder if he had really thought this idea through. "And how exactly are the two of us..." He glanced back at Yseult and amended his statement. "How are the three of us going to destroy an entire herd?"

They could take out a family 'herd' of three or four soquili. That wouldn't be too hard. But a full sized herd? They'd have to pick off one member at a time for years to even make a dent in some of the largest ones. Zelcion had to have some sort of trick or else it was a complete bust. "Are we going to give them the plague, or what?" He liked that idea. Disease could destroy large swaths of soquili far better than the most vigorous murdering spree could.

Zelcion chuckled. Perhaps he could taunt his brother just a little bit. The situation did call for it. "You're thinking too simply, Tythoss. We don't need to decimate an entire herd to keep them from striking. That would be a waste of energy." He gave his brother a small grin. The idea of bringing disease to them was a fascinating aspect but it wasn't what he had in mind. A snap off to one side caught his attention and he turned to look, seeing nothing he turned back. "There is a saying I have heard before, 'cut of the head and the body will flounder.' We don't need to kill all of them, we only need to remove their driving force. We get rid of the leaders and they will panic and destroy themselves."

He waited in anticipation for Tythoss's response. It wasn't likely that his brother would be heaping praise upon him but it could be just as satisfying, if not more, to watch him try to come up with a clever response. If he wanted praise he would just get it from Yseult later one way or another.

Furious, Xellra bared his teeth at the sudden intrusion. It was her, the little whelp that hung off Zelcion's tail all day. He hadn't come here to fight but wasn't going to run away from one with his tail between his legs. It had been his own fault for not being quiet enough, but he hated her and her sharp ears for it nonetheless.

"Maybe you should get moving instead," he growled back to her. "Your wings are damaged enough as they are. It would be a shame if they had more holes ripped in them, don't you think?" How he would love to maim her and leave her flightless. Neither Zelcion nor Tythoss could fly. She really ought to match with her master.

Yseult didn't so much as blink at the threat. "I imagine some day down the line I'll earn myself more. Why you think you'd be taking any part in tearing them is beyond me." She smirked. In a lot of ways, Zelcion had been rubbing off on her. Of course, she had never been above goading an enemy. An angry opponent was a stupid opponent, but the flavor of her jabs was changing.

She didn't allow time for anymore banter, it wasn't going to get them anywhere. Almost without warning she snapped her wings forward to strike at Xellra almost like an angry goose. She took special care to pull them back as quickly as she brought them in to avoid any bites that she could. Yseult wasn't aiming to cause damage, just to beat him off.

Xellra's face and shoulders stung from where Yseult's wings had struck him. More than that, he was furious at the insults being lobbed at him by Zelcion. Even when he expected this sort of treatment he still couldn't keep it from getting under his skin. If he wasn't certain that his father and grandmother would be displeased with him he would have rushed Zelcion right there and tried to tear his smirking head off.

"What, are you feeling shy?" he quipped back, though still obviously seething. "Next time I won't bother you when you're having your cuddle time with Tythoss, don't worry."