The rogue land had become a second home for Shyon, but she knew that she couldn't stay forever. Eventually her dear sweet brother would miss her. They had stayed in contact using messenger birds, but it wasn't really the same. He had told her that one of his sons had joined his pride and that the same son had a litter of hybrid cubs. It was all very strange how much their little family could grow in such a short amount of time.

She was competently lost in thought and didn't hear the approaching foot steps. A moment later, she found herself being tackled onto the ground. When she looked to see who her aggressor was, she saw silver eyes looking down at her and a wicked smile.

Of course one of Majanga's brats would have to show up while she was visiting him.

Shyon pushed the purple lioness off her and brushed her salmon coat off. Ezrasia was one of two of Majanga's offspring that she had met. The lioness was the sole survivor of a litter of 8 cubs. Her 7 siblings had all died under mysterious circumstance. Mjanga raised her and her half-brother for a little while, but eventually passed them to Shyon to watch. She only dealt with them for a little bit though. Once they became adolescents she gave them back to Majanga. He told her that he had sent them on a special assignment. To see which of the two of them were the strongest and who would become the rightful heir to the sith.

She knew that Majanga had lied to them, that he hoped they would just end up killing each other. There was no 'heir' to the Sith.

“It has been some time Ezrasia.” Shyon responded narrowing her eyes. “Have you gone to see your father yet?”

“That is where I was headed actually. Then I saw my favorite aunt. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to visit with you and catch up.” Ezrasia responded with a large toothy smile. “It was been too long since we saw each other last. I believe last time you saw me was when you were training Azarias and I. If I remember correctly you called us weasel snouted, dim-witted mongrels who couldn't even follow the simplest instructions.”

Shyon couldn't help but let out a laugh. She had forgotten all about that insult. “Of course I did. You two were the biggest pain I have even encountered.” She paused for a moment. If Ezrasia was alive that would mean Azarias was dead, assuming that Ezrasia followed orders. Shyon knew that killing was apart of the sith way, but she never thought they would end up killing each other. “How are you doing? After what happened between you and Azarias?”

The younger lioness shrugged. “Lets just say my Lord father will be disappointed. Azarias and I fought for a little bit, but decided that the title of heir wasn't worth either of our lives.” She responded. “Azarias got distracted on our way back to the pride. Saw a cute leopardess.” Ezrasia rolled her eyes at the thought. It was strange that her brother would allow himself to be in the company of lower felines, but she wasn't about to try to stop him from having fun.

“How is my father doing?” She asked, wanting to change the subject away from her and her brother. There would be more opportunities to talk about that when she saw Majanga. Right now would be her only chance to talk about her father and the pride to prepare her before she arrived. It had been some time since she had seen the pride. She imagined that the pride would have grown in size, at least assuming Majanga plan was going according to plan.

Shyon was still a little shock. She did not enjoy Ezrasia or her brother, but she was glad that they were both alive. She just hoped that it wouldn't cause more conflict within the family. Ezrasia did not know about Izrail. Knowing her niece, she wouldn't be surprised if Ezrasia attacked Izrail on site. Majanaga was known to play favorites and even though Izrail was a complete embarrassment for the sith lord, Izrail had become the favorite son, purely because Izrail reminded Majanga of his mother.

“Your father is doing well. During your absence, the pride moved though.” She explained. It was a decision Majanga had made for the greater good of the pride. There numbers were getting too high for the little piece of land the Jedi had offered them. She knew her brother still wanted to reclaim the jedi land for the sith, but she agreed with moving the pride for the time being. “I will show you the way. It is not that far from the original pride.”

She stared ahead at the path ahead of them. “Before we get there though, you need to know that one of your half-brothers have shown up and is now apart of the pride.” She glanced over at Ezrasia and saw the lioness lock up, her face tensing up.

“So another one of Lord Majanga's bastards show up. I am sure he won't be the last one to try and weasel his way into become father's heir.” Her eyes narrowed as she talked. “But I will make sure only the most worthy inherits the will of the sith. I will gladly kill any who are not up to the task.”

Shyon could have predicted Ezrasia's reaction. There was no one in their family quite as blood thirsty as Ezrasia, not even Majanga. She was actually surprised that Ezrasia hadn't killed Azarias in order to secure her spot within the pride as a potential leader. “His name is Izrail. You have nothing to worry about. He has no interest in being the next leader, nor would Majanga want Izrail to be his heir.”

“Izrail.” Ezrasia hissed the name. “What trials did he go through? If he is not fit to be a leader what purpose does he have for the Sith?”

“He is still training, to become a better fighter. Lord Majanga has been using him to recruit new members.” Shyon didn't dare mention Izrail being the father of hybrids. She knew Ezrasia would not approve of that. “You will have to talk to your father to learn more about Izrai. I can tell you now that he will banish you if you even think of harming Izrail or anyone else who is apart of our family.”

Ezrasia growled then let out a harsh laugh. “I would never dream of harming our family. It is all I have left in this world. After all I couldn't even kill my dearest brother even while under orders to kill him. Family will always be the most important thing in my life.”

Shyon nodded her head. The hatred in Ezrasia voice loud and clear. She would have to keep an eye on her niece while they were in the pride. The last thing she wanted was a war within the pride between family.

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