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04-13-2013, 02:45 AM
 Her smile makes you wonder where she's been He is soft and weak, malleable in a way that Lakota detests. Had Hana sought a place of peace with her kind, stern soul Lakota would have blessed her but never followed her. Surely Eios knew that people changed? That rumors of their mercenary-based herd were not made without a base of some sort? Ktulu's first impression upon him should have alerted him that she would take no lip from him. Was he truly so idiotic that such obvious, vital signs were ignored in favor of blood that clearly did not run in importance that Ktulu didn't even know of him or his mother? When approaching the land of any leader, it was always appropriate to be respectful and aware of their body language lest you insult them or get attacked or kicked from the borders forever. Did that one word, family, truly change so much? Kota cared little for anyone other than her siblings, and even if she loved Hana it was more one born of protection. Alleo had been her partner, her savior. Nobody else would ever come close to Leo, and she did not hold Ktulu's harsh judgement against her in the slightest. Eios was pathetic, and would crumble in moments within the Grey. He was a disability, one that even blood could not overlook. Ktulu was a Chieftess first, and a family member second. It seemed her interference gave Ktulu time to collect herself, for her raging tone soon calmed back into the mask of coolness she always held regally. Kota did the same, though hers had only shattered when she had first met Thayne that fateful day. Lips twitched and pursed to keep from saying more, wishing to let her words free to become the barbs they usually were. The Poisoner was no kindly mare, and her insults were damaging in ways that were nearly physical. Eios needed to grow up, to become a stallion who actually had something to live and stand for. Without that, he would be nothing. Lakota lived only for Ktulu, Ophelia, and the Foothills. She stood only beside them, never behind or ahead, for she would always be there to catch them and aid them onwards with a shoulder and a few gruff words of advice. Stunning he may be, but he would be useless to them if he could not bring total loyalty and dedication to the Grey. Soon enough the feminine pigeon is taking to the air in buffets of wind, and yet Lakota merely narrows deep royal purple eyes against the force of it. Until he has disappeared from her vision, she keeps her gaze locked almost obsessively on his form. Once the speck has vanished, her body at last relaxes. Defensive posture changed, crown raising and stance narrowing slightly. Deep sigh inflated her lithe ribcage, and she flickered her eyes towards Ktulu. For a few moments she watched her impassively, making sure she was truly fine though she had no doubts that the encounter had hardly shaken her. Finally, in the end, Kota couldn't keep it in. A half-grin, half-smirk stretched her dark muzzle and plum irises danced with mischief and a soft glint of teasing to come. "I didn't know you had a female cousin, Ktulu. Tell me, do you gossip over the latest Helovian news with our dearest pigeon?" Smooth, dark chocolate laugh slips from her lips in a surprising soprano. Deep as she may cast her voice when faced with others as an intimidation tactic, Kota is still quite the mare, and her voice cannot escape her gender. Is it wrong for her to tease him? Any noble, honest soul would likely say yes. In her opinion? Eios deserved it for wasting their time and sulking annoyingly like a young arrogant filly denied the colt she crushed on. Maybe he truly was a mare. Face slowly curved back into the passive look she always held, though lips quirked the barest hint at the tips. "I really wish you would let me poison the annoying ones sometimes, Ktulu. You really are depriving me of the best part." Sighing in a faux dramatic fashion, she turned to where Ao was still happily busying himself with Eytan. With the threat gone and away from her Chieftess, long ebony locks swayed at her heels as she watched them tussle and play. Though Kota didn't often tease and play, it was easier with Ktulu, though sarcasm often laced her tone to bring about a smirk or a quirk of lips from the stoic mare. After all, Ktulu got the same reactions from her with the same teasing manner.  |
