Meeting the Grandchildren [Kitty]

[Vyn]

So, the time had come at last to meet Loki's so called 'children'. From word of mouth alone, he knew there were three and he knew their names. What intrigued him the most, however, was how everyone regarded them. Born without a mother. Freaks. It roused a vast amount of curiousity, Jiaro had to admit, and quite a bit of disgust as well.

What on earth had Loki soiled his great bloodlines with!? Ah, but power was power was it not? If these three were worthy of his approval, they'd receive it. If not... Well, Jiaro hadn't yet decided to do with them if they weren't to his liking.

The other object of curiousity for Jiaro would have to be that Loki appeared to be hiding them. To request such an isolated spot to introduce them to their 'grandfather' was almost annoying. Jiaro preferred the city and the populated places, he thrived on the company of others to decimate and seduce as he saw fit. An aversion of people meant a fear of them and thusly if his son was uncomfortable with people then there ought to be reason. Unless his insanity was acting up, which Jiaro had yet to doubt.

Scoffing slightly, Jiarokumo found the clearing which suited him and with a languid stretch he settled down to wait. They would arrive soon, Loki would know better than to keep his father waiting.

[Kitty Love]

And wait his father would not have to do for Loki had been not far off, waiting. That was one of his many quirks... he never arrived late to a planned meeting, perhaps it was just deeply in ground suspicions, perhaps not. Lokijikuvair hadn't always been the most popular of cats around now had he?

The great white cat, a stark contrast to his obsidian father, rose and stepped from the brush with every ounce of grace a child born from a God and a Marionette should have. His coat and Top Hat were kept pristine, which would have made he seem almost angelic had it not been for all the sharp protrusions that lined his spine and grew from his skull. That ever so familiar smirk was displayed upon his muzzle as well, seeing the male without it would prove quite the rare sight indeed.

A respectful dip of the head was given to Jiarokumo, not only his sire but the only beast worthy of his respect, that smirk only broadening at the sight of him. "I see life continues to treat you well, Jiarokumo."

It wasn't a fear of humans that had brought him here, but a severe dislike of them. They were trivial and low in intelligence and really only good for a meal or the occasional relief of boredom. He wished for no distractions, and it pleased him to see that Jiaro hadn't brought one of his followers with him, even the sight of his own mother would have put a damper on the tricksters mood.

"You have doubt written upon your visage, perhaps even laced with a bit of disgust and inquisitiveness?" And with this his tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, one of those glorious horns gleaming in what light fell upon them. Part of his words were assumption, part were affirmed in his mind and in some odd way he enjoyed the presence of his paternal, but it was also laced with darker desires that the Pandemonium kept locked away and saved for the other Gods.

[Vyn]

As Loki stepped from the concealing cloak of the Copse, Jiarokumo had to silently admire his pristine son. The male definitely made an impression, but that was quite honestly to be expected. After all, what else would one expect from any child of his?

"When has it not?"

The dark lord chuckled with pleasure, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he thought of his harem and his offspring a like. There was much to be satisfied with, but there was still other things to attend to. His contentment with life was well assured for now, but he was no oblivious to the going-ons of other Puppet Masters. There were other powers amassing in 'his city' and he would eventually have to go deal with them each in turn. It was not proper for a Puppet Master of his status to not be acquainted with the fellows of his rank.

The others would wait. His son was now the main point of his focus. His son, that is, and whatever bizarre little offspring were about to be presented to him.

"I've heard much to be doubtful of, Lokijikuvair. As I'm sure you're well aware." The dark lord flicked his tail slightly as he flexed his claws, his eyes locked keenly on his son. Content as he was, the dark lord was impatient and it was becoming quite obviously so. "Do you intend to show me your blasphemous trio now or is there something else on your mind, Loki?"

[Kitty Love]

His expression changed to one of pure innocence, something that looked kind of off on a large pointy cat. Can't a son catch up to his dear old father a moment before getting down to business? He couldn't hold this ruse for long in front of Jiaro and chuckled after a short pause. He grinned in a different manner, tilting his head to the side and peering at the brush.

They're far from blasphemous, being gifted to me from one of the Murdon and I've been working with them myself.... they've got potential which may even extend beyond my own. Others just don't know what they're looking at when they see them, especially my Helbi. His grin broadened and fangs, just as pristine as the rest of him, became visible. He was quite obviously proud of his trio, and rightfully so, well, in his own mind it was rightfully so.

His swished his tufted tail, curling the end a bit and as he thought he didn't have to wait long. The bush rustled, and Fenrirzikaej was the first to appear. He was becoming quite the brute in appearance, not quite a teenager yet an already he was catching up to Loki in size. The chains, which had bound his ankles since infancy, remained at a comfortable tightness, growing as he did it seemed, and his necklace bounced back and forth on his chest as he took steps toward his relatives. He was relaxed, but his ears stood forward in curiosity.

This movement awakened his almost constant companion, who was also gaining a rather impressive size, but then again it was hard to gauge what was impressive or not in a serpent Euclides for Jor was the only one. He lifted his head and peered at Jiaro, beginning to analyze the dark furred male immediately. His forte was analysis and strategy and combined with Fenrir's size and strength they were a formidable duo.

The last to appear was the one whom Loki believed to have the most potential, and the one that others scoffed at the most. Her movements were strange, but steady, and the scent of death clung to her almost sickly grey coat. Her stringy mane lay haphazardly over her face and she was far smaller and more frail looking then her brothers. Out of the three though, her aura was the strangest, and it was cold.

She moved in front of her father and set her eyes upon her grandfather, seeking out his own and looking straight forward, her expression unchanging.

Your request has been granted. And with that Loki uncurled his tail, awaiting his sire's own analysis of the trio.