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Kiuaji Posts: 40

Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 9 HP: 61.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Matanye :: African Crowned Eagle :: None Nova

02-10-2016, 04:01 PM

The serpent had lingered in the bamboo forest after Matanye had hatched, things had been rather dull as of late, and the addition to his life had presented troubles and entertainment which horrified the Sleuth. Matanye however, was little interested in her bonded's mental crisis and had settled into the motions of companionhood like duck to water. A vision of white flitting among the emerald grasses and bamboo shoots, those white feathers would soon shed to reveal rich copper feathers as she grew into the avian queen she was destined to be.

For now, she was content to glide around the grove, free of worries and future endeavors, searching out small rodents to pick clean and then return. How quickly she had come out of the shell and become confident and imposing despite her small stature. Matanye inevitably, would always come back to him, land upon his horns, and the flood of mild warmth and her soft clicks would reach to him. Lightly questioning, checking in on him before she would begin to clean her feathers, satisfied that he did not deserve a peck for any negative thought he may have spared to his new charge.

One moment she was pecking him for his thoughts, and the next she was displaying a degree of care and concern for him, what an odd little madam — her name would suit her well when she grew.

He had never been destined to have any great part in a creatures life that depended on his own until adulthood, children were far fetched and entertaining stories to be told at get togethers. Ah, Kiuaji, when will you have children of your own? I do so wish to see their handsome faces and fair features they would sing over the other voices, and he had responded with no words spared that children were the farthest thing you would around him. The Serpents views on children had only hardened into diamond coated stone when Faxr had died.

He had seen that loss, and the grief, he would not submit himself to the pain it had inflicted upon Tembovu.

Kiuaji and his feathered companion had only travelled a short distance from her hatching site, finding themselves another rocky outcrop to lounge upon. The suns rays filtered through the emerald stems and basked him in their warming glow, what little it had to give in the harshness of frostfall's first breaths. They were making the most of it before they would head home, and find a place to carve out a nook for themselves for the rest of the bitter season.

Upon the outcrop he laid, like a lithe courtesan of lush oasis', golden tassels catching in the winter wind and trailing like vines across the mossy earth. His white bird nestled comfortably on the curl of his impressive horns, silent and ever watching, the pair had spotted the familiar face of the gilded mistress and Kiuaji's eyes hardened while his lips had pursed to a thin line. Matanye had felt the tendrils of displeasure creep into her own mind as well as the first hints of the game coming back to life and had shuffled on her perch. Her rich amber orbs sharpening themselves to better look at the woman who had clearly offended her Kiuaji.

He had thought it would be awhile before they crossed paths again, and while it had been some time, it was still soon on the grand spectrum the poisoner often worked on.

What was she doing so far from her winter home? It clung to her like a blanket, and he ached to say something but refrained. Better to see what she was doing first, rather than interrupt her and never know. He was disappointed, when she only pawed at the ground seemingly occupied by thoughts he did not know — and didn't care to know, to an extent.

"Rexanna, my dear, it has been awhile, no?" The silence is broken by a faux hum of pleasant surprise, looking down from his perch to the golden thief. Matanye trilled her own welcome to the mare, the small crest upon her head raised proudly from her feathered skull, she's curious to examine her, but refrained because Kiuaji's mind is telling her to sit still for the moment, and for once she complies. Head tilted to the side, his tail flickered gently, choosing over his next words with a smile that was one part serpent and the other part overbearing sweetness to the point it tasted bitter on the tongue. "You look positively troubled, moved to tears almost. Something not going very well?" There's a momentary pause, before he continued on, "what brings you out of your wintery palace?"

"talk talk talk"

Some hearts are a desert you can die wandering in

Credits: Image by Littlewillow-Art @ DA

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