[PRP] Pre-War Worries [ Mest x Lazarus ]

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The following is an AIM RP log between xxx Yuki Bear xxx's Mest and Ryuukishin's Lazarus.

 

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Heavy hooves pressed and dug at the damp dirt as golden eyes surveyed the surrounding area for the hundredth time. Mest snorted. He didn't like this place. There was something in the air that made his instincts roar to keep one eye on his loved ones and another on the horizon. There had been whispers, sure, of some big and evil Kalona herd, but Mest wasn't quick to believe the words from his victims' throats. A lot would make up stories to worry him into leaving them alive. No such luck for them, however.

He looked over to his small one. His Lazarus. Mest snorted again. He should really be enjoying their alone time with Nellie having wandered off to who knows where. Eyes flicking to the treeline one last time, he started walking to his lover with a smirk on his face and a swagger in his step.

"You okay?" he asked, nudging his side gently. Kalonas were a sore subject with Laz, and Mest didn't like that.

 

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Ryuukishin

Lazarus’s head was held low, his gaze even lower. He seemed firmly focused on the sprouts of grass that peppered the land with green tufts, but his eyes were thoughtful and unseeing.

Word had come of a great kalona herd that threatened the Kawani lands. Of course, they hadn’t seen any real proof, but the idea was enough. Kalonas always seemed to serve as a source of trouble for him. They were the demons of his youth, the monsters that took his parents and chased him from his home. They were the cause of his bloodlust, and the prejudices against him. They were the purists who hated him for something he could not control. And, even closer, Nellie was one, too.

At first, he’d been grateful for her presence. She’d trained him without prompting, made him stronger than he used to be, and took a load off his shoulders by taking responsibility over him. But now, he felt she was taking too much. He was not blind to her possessive stares, her wrathful jealousies. She wanted to take Mest from him, and though he was confident Mest would not leave him, he couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t chase him off instead. She was cunning, that one. Who knew what lengths she’d go through to have his Mest for herself?

Mest snorted, and for a moment, the thoughts were pushed into the back of his mind. His legs were tucked primly beneath him and he shifted his weight to the side, inviting his lover to lay with him.

“Mmph,” he mumbled, hiding his face in the stallion’s dark mane. He tugged a few strands teasingly before draping himself over Mest’s shoulders.

“Could be better. The rumors... I don’t like what we’re hearing.”

 

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Mest hummed at the contact and snuggled into his lover, his eyes still drifting over to the tree line.

"I don't like them either," he murmured. "I feel... uneasy," He didn't quite know how to put it into words. They were odd... tingling sensations. Prickling at the tip of his spine when someone was watching him, a twitch in his knee to tell him to dodge when someone was ambushing him. He knew he was already a fearsome warrior before he hit his head and tagged along with Laz - these instincts and feelings had to be honed from birth. His instincts hadn't proved him wrong yet on the missions Nellene sent them on, and that's what worried him. His body was telling him something bad was on it's way.

"We can leave," he said, seriously. He'd have no problem dropping everything and leaving if it meant his loved ones were safe. "Or it may be nothing -" Doubtful. He paused, frowning, before cuddling closer to Laz. "You know I'll protect you right? From anything. Anyone."

 

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Ryuukishin

Lazarus nodded his assent, his eyes drifting once more to the side. It wasn’t an outright fear he felt – he was part kalona, after all. He’d experienced the bloodlust, the aggression, the pride. He was wary, of course, but at least those he could understand.

No, it was a subtler thing, like shadows that seemed to move in the corner of one’s vision. He’d find himself with fangs drawn and scales flared for no reason at all, as if to prepare himself for some invisible thing he could not see or hear or feel, only sense. It worried him – even more so when he realized he wasn’t alone.

“We could,” he said, but his voice was doubtful. Now that the opportunity had been offered, he clung to the idea of Nellene as if it were his lifeline. Sure she was dangerous, but she’d helped so much already, hadn’t she?

“But we still owe her,” he said sadly. He knew he was being a coward and he was ashamed, but it made him love Mest all the more for sticking with him despite that. With the stallion around... well, he wasn’t brave, but he could be braver.

He sighed. He hadn’t removed his head from Mest’s back, and he could feel his lover’s gentle breathing, buoying him up like the tide. Mest’s strength seemed so vast and limitless, he didn’t doubt the stallion’s words for a second.

“I know you will.”