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04-10-2013, 06:51 PM
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Ah, there was her answer. Eios looked as if he held only a single drop of Ktulu's blood, but Lakota did not have any cousins she knew of and didn't know if they should look similar to each other. Ktulu's reprimanding of him cuts as cleanly as the horn that stands regally upon her crown, and just as cold as the Steppe. Family may be everything to the both of them, but Lakota knew that family members that had not been with you every step of the way through hard trials would never be as close to your heart as those who had. Who was she to judge? Lakota was just as cold and unforgiving to those outside her little misfit family as Ktulu was, and wouldn't have it any other way. The feminine stallion- seriously, why was he pretty like a mare, that made no sense- seemed visibly dejected by Ktulu's harsh mannerisms, but Lakota's vibrant plum eyes had found her Chieftess as her words breached her thoughts. It was clearly directed to her, and with a quick glance the Poisoner caught the curling of her lips. Snorting out a laugh her own dark maw curled in quite the same manner. "Far too well, Ktulu." Both as a close member to Ktulu and feeling the exact same way about most people, it was their own private joke at Eios' expense. Perhaps the mares were too alike, but Lakota reveled in the similarities as it gave them an understanding that not many shared with the dark roan mare. Inner musings came to an end as a bundle of growing chocolate came swiping at her tail with a happy growl of greeting. Without taking her wary gaze off the newcomer, Lakota flicked her tail at the youth indulgently. Bond quivered slightly as her mind was split in two, one of them focusing on what Ao was doing. Eytan had lumbered over to the young cub, who made soft barking and growling noises that were tinier than that of a growing kitten. Aodaun adored Eytan, and looked up at him with warm chocolate irises. Though he was young and not nearly as big or intelligent as Eytan's age gifted him, the cub made up for it in enthusiasm. Oblivious to why Eytan was nudging him away from the trio, the bundle of snowy fur fumbled over his own large paws and nudged playfully at the older bear. Tumbling with him, trying to entice him into playing. Once Lakota had assured that Ao was successfully entertained and safe, she let out a soft snort once more at the dramatic words Eios muttered. It was pathetic to her, and made it sound like he was trying to make Ktulu feel guilty for her natural mannerisms. Surely Eios knew this was a mercenary herd? He would not be welcomed warmly even if he was a complete stranger. Lakota didn't care what others thought of her and so she did nothing to hide the noise she had made. Should he end up becoming offended she would just run him off. This was her home, her land, and her borders. It was hard-won and she wouldn't let him take another step into their land without Ktulu's say. Already he was tainting her family simply by placing his hooves upon their soil. No stallion- or mare, Lakota didn't discriminate especially with two mares for leaders- should ever be so soft and weak. It was disgusting and disgraceful. Kindness went to great lengths, but at least know how to fight, spy, or heal before waltzing into the Grey of all places and expecting a warm and caring welcome. Though it was not necessarily her place to speak, she couldn't help the quip that found its way to her lips in defense of her Chieftess. Almost instinctively she took a step forward and angled herself slightly to the right. Her words and body reacted immediately, shielding Ktulu. "Wanted or otherwise was not the question. This is a herd meant for battle, we do not extend warm welcomes to any possible risks. Had my very blood sister been a threat to this herd, she would never set a hoof inside its borders." Lakota never, ever raised her voice. The only exception was when she had screamed at Ariadne that she would kill her, thinking Ktulu dead and not having been knocked out. Instead, her voice was a sibilant hiss that was cold and dangerous. There was no real threat in her tone, merely a sharp warning that shit would get serious really fast if he dared to make Ktulu feel as if she were lesser for being who she was. Protective instincts reared their head and a glint passed through her eyes. It was the only part of her visage that changed, remaining regal and aloof otherwise. Hardly noticeable to someone who didn't know her, but it was a hint of the fury that could be unleashed should he harm her Chieftess verbally or physically. Should Eios choose the latter, he would not walk away alive unless he left her behind dead.  |
