“Oh, stop being so fucking uptight.”

A deep voice rolled out like thunder on a stormy night. Dark eyes glare at the leaderess and protector. The muscular figure went by the side of his General, Hestia. He looked at her almost asking why she came. He knew if she stayed any longer with no help, she would be taken too. The World’s Edge were not taking any more of the Assassins on Tonka’s watch.

“You would think it would be smart to take ones peace when it’s offered. You don’t have to be so grim when tranquility is offered. Just imagine no conflict between us. We would leave you alone and not try to take any of your kind. And that’s a promise, but only if you accept. Trust me, I never break promises.”

Surprisingly, his voice had a touch of kindness in it. Never in his life did he think he would use it on Edge members, but now it was the right time to. The brown painted brute sighed, looking into the eyes of his foes with gentleness. He took a step closer to Hestia, feeling to heat of her body radiate onto his. Orbs like the night sky looked at the ruby gems of Hestia. Has this girl been whacked in the head? Why had she come? I understand her asking for peace, but she could be taken too.

“You win, ok? You fucking win and we fucking lose. We should have never even tried to mess with you in the first place. I regret ever move I have made to try and harm this herd. I am a fool for thinking that we could take this herd on, but I beg you one thing. Never touch my members either, or else I will no longer regret and you will see the true demon that I can be.”


Walking "Talking" Thinking

”I bet you’d be less uptight with some skin missing, or did you forget the feeling when I stomped you into the dirt?”

From the shadows and mists he comes, icy blue eyes flashing dangerously and face as cold as the harshest of winters. The bastard and his wench don’t deserve a snarl or sneer. Massive wings drew up at his sides, standing beside Sage and eyes upon Tonka. He didn’t care about the other female, eyes on his prisoner. ”You have offered us precisely nothing, attempting to promise rights we already have. We deny your tranquility not because we are uptight, you fool. We deny because you are weak, and we are strong. You have nothing to give us, so why strike a deal where you gain all and we gain nothing?” His voice is a cold, chilling roll of thunder, just as deep as Tonka’s as if daring him to say something else. He wasn’t the only big boy on the block, and Kaj was more than ready to show him that- again- if he tried something stupid.

Turning his gaze to Hestia, he scoffed. ”And you. I shall not talk badly of you. You are brave to come alone, perhaps stupid, but for noble reasons. However, my mistress and sister have told you to leave. I suggest you do so. You are sorely outnumbered and out of your depth. Leave before more blood is shed.” Though his voice softened, it was not in kindness, more of a silent purr in the mouth of a deadly feline about to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse.

Of course then Tonka opened his smarmy mouth, and Kaj snarled and lunged towards him, wings flashing high in a threatening gesture, teeth snapping close to his hide. It was a warning, not an actual attack. ”Demon my ass! You weren’t a demon when you lost to me, do not DARE to threaten us when you are MY prisoner, in MY home! You have no power here!” It was a roar of sound, lightning crackling across the sky in his ferocity, louder than he’d ever raised his voice. It was a threat, a challenge, a dare for Tonka to respond negatively. Kaj would shove him back to the dirt like he had last time, no matter the company. You threatened the Edge, you threatened him, and with Sage and Mirage present, Kaj wasn’t about to let the scum below his hooves speak so loosely.

Res had been attempting to get used to these new lands she was to call home. It was so strange, all the mist. She had accepted the offer to join with such enthusiasm she had neglected to fully take in the surroundings of which she was to inhabit. The mist seemed to shroud all of the dangers - but it didn't hide the voices as they lingered through the lands.

Her tiny frame shuffled through the fog, her feet cautiously pressing into the ground with the intent to be as quiet as possible. Her audit was flickering around, trying to take in all the noise that was heading toward her ears. Voices. Quite a few of them to be exact. The millions of scents alerted her she was close to the border, and so she pulled up in the shadows behind the group.

And there it was, the prisoner demanding that we take his offer for an alliance and drop the entire thing of him being prisoner as well as others from his band. Resplendence's eyes narrowed. Never had she encountered someone so utterly rude in her life. And while she wasn't exactly the bravest person in the world - especially when there was a very, very, sharp horn upon his cranium and the mare who seemed to be with him also had wings that could easily injure her (yes, that belief was still forever ingrained in her skull) -she was not about to let this rudeness continue through. Someone should have been raised better than that. Of course, Mirage had asked for them to leave, and a few others had joined in. There was a pegasus lurking in a tree, but they had not gone about the horned-one's comments.

But, before she could exit the shadows to a) hide near Mirage in-case one of them decided to injure her and b) tell him to stop being so rude, Kaj appeared from the shadows with a windfall of anger. A snarl escaped his maw as he flew forward, wings threateningly in the air causing Res to shuffle back a few strides, her entire body tensing. He's not going to hurt me. He's mad at the rude one. No reason to be afraid. Good Gods that is scary... Her mind tumbled around, thoughts unwilling to plaster themselves in place. He was like a storm, not afraid to strike down it's most random victim.

Giving it a few minutes for her belief that he would calm down -which was probably rather unlikely - she finally allowed her tiny frame to emerge from the shadows. "You must have been raised better than that." she spoke, her tone turning into the motherly one she had only used a few times, when she still had her twins and her side and once with Loki when he had completely fallen apart before her. Her words were directed toward the prisoner, though she didn't clarify it with a name for she knew not of one - just that he was a prisoner who we were calling 'you'. She paused for a second to gather the very small amount of wits she carried as her limbs trembled ever so slightly in the mist, uncertain whether Kaj or Mirage would be better suited to cower next to. "I would stop being so rude, especially when the place you are staying has done absolutely nothing to harm you. You could be treated like scum, injured, not allowed to eat - but you are here and you are well. Now calm your words and temper and accept that there is nothing the Assassins can offer this place of caring, family-oriented individuals. Man up, sir. And man up does not mean scream profanities at those who are well above you. Accept defeat courteously and understand that you have lost. I would also not claim that you could release your demons upon us, for it seems you have failed once before..." Finally, her tiny voice with the only authority of a disappointed mother had fallen upon the ears (of course, whether they were deaf or not was not for her to really decide) and she began to shuffle her way to the other side of Kaj, careful to ensure that he was between her and the horned one who showed nothing but anger and rage at the mere idea of being stuck here and not 'winning' in some form.