As presumptuous as the Cove continues to remain, Litotes is in good spirits. His nights in Pangea are comfortable: a warm nest of soft moss wrapping the walls of a large cave keeps him still. He spends most of his time familiarizing himself with his Kingdom and with what little life remains. As lonely as it may seem to others, he finds that a lot of his free time is filled with his children, and there is almost no loneliness in watching them grow up.
Crybaby and Hatchetface trail behind, weaving in that strange way they have found. Their too-bright eyes remain on him when he turns to check if they are okay. Daisi curls up back in the cave - she seems brilliant but sad, and Lie wishes he could track down her mother to see if that will lift her spirits. His callousness melts when amongst his offspring, and one can see that in the way he herds the twins before him with a gentle nudge. Despite their strange ways and completely insane mother, he finds they suit him just fine, and patrols spent with them are entertaining.
A scent from the Cove passes quickly over his nostrils. The Archon draws quickly to attention then calls the boys back to his side. Though not exactly hostile, the diplomats of the kingdom are not exactly friendly. Polite, maybe, but welcoming? Absolutely not. Lie does not like them - that much is clear in the cold way he scans the border for the citizen - but for now he does not mind living with them.
It is clear by the white and angelic glow that it is Ilma who arrives. A breeze swings Lie’s thick and tangled mane floating like a scarf in the wind, though his eyes do not offer the same carefree feeling. For now, he remains out of eyesight, pondering why on earth this visit is necessary after two separate discussions have passed. The cremello has made it clear he only wishes to rule Pangea. Why do they continue to press him?
The twins, a little over six months and adorably lanky, peer up with a question in their eyes. Litotes sighs and begins his approach to the kingdom leader. They may remain for the time being, but he will shoo them off when the time comes.
By now, he is certain Ilma has noticed him, tail flicking harshly against his hocks as he walks. “You two, continue down that way,” he orders once within earshot, gesturing a little further along the border. The twins grin up at him and trot off. The Archon has reached the Caretaker.
“Ilma,” he says, not quite stern but not friendly, either. “Is this another interrogation? I figured you three would communicate better.”
@[Ilma]
Crybaby and Hatchetface trail behind, weaving in that strange way they have found. Their too-bright eyes remain on him when he turns to check if they are okay. Daisi curls up back in the cave - she seems brilliant but sad, and Lie wishes he could track down her mother to see if that will lift her spirits. His callousness melts when amongst his offspring, and one can see that in the way he herds the twins before him with a gentle nudge. Despite their strange ways and completely insane mother, he finds they suit him just fine, and patrols spent with them are entertaining.
A scent from the Cove passes quickly over his nostrils. The Archon draws quickly to attention then calls the boys back to his side. Though not exactly hostile, the diplomats of the kingdom are not exactly friendly. Polite, maybe, but welcoming? Absolutely not. Lie does not like them - that much is clear in the cold way he scans the border for the citizen - but for now he does not mind living with them.
It is clear by the white and angelic glow that it is Ilma who arrives. A breeze swings Lie’s thick and tangled mane floating like a scarf in the wind, though his eyes do not offer the same carefree feeling. For now, he remains out of eyesight, pondering why on earth this visit is necessary after two separate discussions have passed. The cremello has made it clear he only wishes to rule Pangea. Why do they continue to press him?
The twins, a little over six months and adorably lanky, peer up with a question in their eyes. Litotes sighs and begins his approach to the kingdom leader. They may remain for the time being, but he will shoo them off when the time comes.
By now, he is certain Ilma has noticed him, tail flicking harshly against his hocks as he walks. “You two, continue down that way,” he orders once within earshot, gesturing a little further along the border. The twins grin up at him and trot off. The Archon has reached the Caretaker.
“Ilma,” he says, not quite stern but not friendly, either. “Is this another interrogation? I figured you three would communicate better.”
@[Ilma]
