Ary Keeyara
Moto'zita stared out at the swirling sands, her eyes narrowly focused on the horrizon. But, this was a calm moment for the cub. The pulsing of the hot sun against the gold landscape was comforting, in it's own way. And, for once, she was alone. At least for now. The child seemed to have a great loathing for company and didn't handle it too well. But being without a sibling in sight left her relaxed, or as relaxed as one with such firey blood could be.
A scorpion skuttled before her, it's tail held curled behind it. She took a moment to watch it, her claws flexing against the shifting sand beneath her. She wondered how it would feel, having it's tail ripped from its body? A smile twisted her maw and she reached out for it.
A scorpion skuttled before her, it's tail held curled behind it. She took a moment to watch it, her claws flexing against the shifting sand beneath her. She wondered how it would feel, having it's tail ripped from its body? A smile twisted her maw and she reached out for it.
Tahja Estes
"Don't underestimate your oponent just because he's smaller than you."
Just as mysteriously as the voice appeared, so did Azula step into view from behind her wayward cub. The others were resting in the cool of the den for now, after having been forced to remain in the sun for a while. Their mother,. as close to heartless as they came, insisted on conditioning the cubs in the strictest ways possible. It would make them stronger for a time when they might need it, for if they could survive in the heat of the Firekin lands, Azula knew they could persevere anywhere.
Her eyes narrowed under the black mask as she rounded the young female, steps slow, calculated by second nature to keep her balance on the shifting "ground" of sand. "You'll leave nothing but a pile of skin and bones to tell the story to passers by, if you aren't more cautious. I've taught you better than to be careless, Zita."
There was no love lost between Azula and her cubs, though she was certainly not without that bit of pride, particularly looking upon her oldest son and daughter, the first already having the mindset and discipline needed, and the second only needing the discipline.
Just as mysteriously as the voice appeared, so did Azula step into view from behind her wayward cub. The others were resting in the cool of the den for now, after having been forced to remain in the sun for a while. Their mother,. as close to heartless as they came, insisted on conditioning the cubs in the strictest ways possible. It would make them stronger for a time when they might need it, for if they could survive in the heat of the Firekin lands, Azula knew they could persevere anywhere.
Her eyes narrowed under the black mask as she rounded the young female, steps slow, calculated by second nature to keep her balance on the shifting "ground" of sand. "You'll leave nothing but a pile of skin and bones to tell the story to passers by, if you aren't more cautious. I've taught you better than to be careless, Zita."
There was no love lost between Azula and her cubs, though she was certainly not without that bit of pride, particularly looking upon her oldest son and daughter, the first already having the mindset and discipline needed, and the second only needing the discipline.
