It's All Just A Game ... Promise

[Kitty Love]

The young prince, or god, however you'd like to view it, was out and about tonight, his chosen, or perhaps forced, consort at his heels. The darker male staying just far enough back to dodge getting hit by his brothers spiked tail, and he looked none to pleased to be here either.

The white male, however, appeared to be nothing short of ecstatic. however, he hadn't merely planned a simply evening stroll, no, Vashikaebrij wouldn't get away with just walking with him, he wanted to -play-, and the Puppeteer was his favorite punching bag. His other brothers weren't any fun, and picking on girls didn't bring any pleasure what so ever, thus his weakest brother had been chosen.

Lokijivair stopped suddenly, swishing his tail and curling it around his brother's throat, pulling him foreword so Loki would not have to look behind him. A grin, much like that of the Cheshire Cat, spread across his muzzle as he slowly tightened the grip he held with his tail, spikes, which hadn't grown to their full sharpness as of yet, pressed hard against the black males skin. " Care for a game dear brother?"

Vash dug his claws into the grass and soft earth below his paws, his body tensing up momentarily. He hated Loki's games, but he didn't have the nerve to disobey him, which Vash hated even more. He hated being so... weak and he didn't even realize that such games as his brother's would help make him stronger.

The dark males voice was surprisingly deep, and monotone, for one of his age, but was still quite obviously the voice of a bebe. "If you want to play, then we shall Loki." Oh when would Lovar come and visit him? He didn't care if no one else could see him, he was the only friend he had, and the only one that seemed to care.

The tail was released from his throat and he knew what was coming next. Clawed paws soon came after, pawing at him, gently at first, and he returned to bats, which soon turned into two bebes rolling around in the grass, growling and biting at each other, still with the intent of being gentle. However, for Loki, this was never satisfying and soon his growl deepened and Vash backed off a foot or two, swishing his tail.

Loki was then in a pounce position, head low, rear high and muscles tensed. Vash went to run and Loki sprang, hitting his brother hard enough to make them both roll, but, as always, Lokijivair wound up on top. A deep growl was rumbling up from his throat as he held Vashikaebrij down, unretractable claws held at his throat, something he'd learned from watching the adults. Loki grinned down at Vash, swishing about that spiked tail.

[Vyn]

A stalker stood watch in the shadows. A vigilant crusader, soulless eyes focused heavily on the playing brothers. It was just a game now, but each progressing moment became more and more rough. Loki wouldn't be 'just playing' for long.

Vash tumbled, Loki rolling to take the dominant stance, deadly claws, though still small, were pressed to the weaker brother's throat. It was time for Kaejalin to stop lurking and end this game.

Nothing more than a large flash of black and gray was seen darting from the shadows of the copse, his panther-like body streaming over the ground as his eyes fixated on Loki. He would have to be careful, he might be older, nearly adolescent by now, but Loki could impale him without a second thought. He wanted to stay alive, and he wanted to be sure Vash didn't have to take another beating from his Pandemonium brother. For his own sake, and the risk of wounding his younger half brother in some indirect way, Kaejalin would not directly attack Loki.

Instead he slowed his arrival, head held high and blazing eyes fixated on his brother. Jalin had a cause and he wouldn't allow his lower rank to deter him. Not after all the beatings he'd taken from Zoku. He knew his limits, and he planned to push them.

"Loki, Loki, Loki..." His voice was condescending, trying to lure his brother away from the other Puppeteer and onto himself. "Your name is known for its God-like allusions everywhere, and it seems you're still up to the tricks of your former life." Keep talking, he reminded himself, loathing the fact that he could not attack yet. "In old mythology, you turned brothers against each other, and now I see you've taken the task upon yourself." Every fiber of Jalin wanted Loki to just lunge at him, to get him off of Vash so that he could fight without restraint. "If you're so grand, why don't you pick on someone closer to your own rank? Or are you too cowardly to go after a real challenge?"

Of course, Kaejalin was a Puppeteer as well. Just as lowly as Vash. But he had the added help of age and size, for now he was slightly bigger and far more experienced than his little half brother.

[tigs]

So... this was the bunch that had come after her. The oldest female of the oldest batch, she was rather experienced in her ways, and had come to see the newlings at their play. It was rather less amusing than she'd anticipated, how typical to pick on one weaker than yourself. She'd done it a few times, but that was simply because she had none better to torment. After ripping her brother to shreds, she decided to repeat this fate onto the other two would be pointless. Perhaps it was that she had some mild respect for them. After all, her Puppet Master brother had inherited their mother's rarity. She mimicked him in the fact that she was also, a Puppet Master to be. She found pride in this, and wove her title in the faces of others, for not many had inherited Jiaro's power like his first litter had. They certainly inherited his sadistic tendencies...

Oh, how asinine, the more dominant male obviously was about to be chewed out by that single-born male... He didn't seem to have a clue. Pity, but she wasn't going to ruin the show, no, she'd play the silent observer, as dark as midnight with only slight markings of her mother's brightness. Jiaro's prize toy, they were as different as night and day, but unlike his other... females, Siyaebi was the gem of his affections. She'd somehow found a spot for love that none would have expected to ever be discovered, and so that love was given to her. How sweet.

Kyvabikuna needed no male to complete her, she was as complete as one could be. If anything, her mates would seek her as protection, power, they would adore her, though she was no seductress. But sometimes, one needed only to have a certail... appeal. If claws at your throat was appealing, that is. Growing impatient, she sighed and re-crossed her paws in front of her. Oh when would the bloodbath begin? She didn't feel like joining, but watching those brats destroy each other was more than entertaining. She'd have no one challenge her power, her dominance. She would be the prize child... or at least, prize daughter. Yes... she'd show him just what he had created... wouldn't Jiaro be surprised?

'Oh kill him, would you...' She mentally hissed, eager to leap in and give her piece of speech. But there was a taint to the air... a familiar presence nearby. She could only guess who might also be lurking in this area, and the night just seemed to become a whole lot more interesting. She shifted her back, the spinal cord clicking into place as if a mechanical extension to her own body. Kyva grinned maliciously in delight as she took in the small speech, a challenge had been issued. Let the games begin.

[Kitty Love]

At the sound of another's voice his ears twitched and fell back against his skull. his gaze shifted over his shoulder, eying the older male, obviously not to impressed. It was, indeed, nice to hear that his name, and his game, was already in circulation, it was nice to see that the power he desired, and felt he whole heartedly deserved, wouldn't be to hard to grasp. He was ambitious, as most of Jiaro's children seemed to be, but he had received so many precious gifts from his parents, but he held them back, he didn't believe himself to have an audience worthy of seeing such things. Unless, of course, that other pair of eyes he felt belonged to a worthy soul.

He grin reverted back to it's former Cheshire state. He knew this males intentions, and wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing it through until he got the pleasure of having an older opponent for his games. "Such words from such a disgraceful beast. I've heard of you, and I must say, I haven't heard anything to impressing." That spiked tail swished about some more. "And I'm not merely picking on him, it's a shame to have such a weak sibling in my presence and how else is he supposed to get strong enough to be worth air he breathes. Of course... I could take that away if you'd like..." He increased the pressure on Vash's throat, short, yet still sharp, claws pressed into the flesh of his siblings throat, not enough to be deadly, but enough to draw a bit of blood. As he increased the pressure, he decreased his brother's air supply, cause him to cough, and then kick at his brother in a pitiful attempt to get him off, his eyes wide, Loki had never taken his games this far!

Loki kept his paw there, staring at Jalin, that Cheshire grin never fading. He knew this game.

[Vyn]

Kaejalin, while a disgrace to his father, was not exactly out of luck. He was a powerful child, his mixed type and pure strength of will assured that. Others were good to make note of such things, but he had also done good at keeping himself to the shadows. Typically he watched but did not retaliate, simply making sure no blood was shed.

Today... Today he'd been foolish.

In no way were he and his half brother friends, but Zokumenoji and Kaejalin sparred frequently. For Kaejalin, it was his abilities given to him by his Figement Type which kept him ahead and for Zokumenoji it was his scatching words. Even now, standing before his younger half brother, watching as those claws pressed downward, Jalin could hear the patchwork's words.

"You try to deny your heritage, but I see it in your movements even if you don't: you let your Annihilation blood get to you. It makes you hot-headed, quick to jump into things that you should not become part of." The words were fractured by a bark of sadistic laughter. "Someday, brother of mine, you'll find yourself in a fight you can't handle. What will you do then?"

Kaejalin had only heard the mocking cruelty, his brother had been crouched, ready to attack...It was a fight. Now, looking back, Jalin heard the warning and the advice in those words. He was a fool. But he would have to amend that now.

"Back off of him, Loki...Your fight is with me." Stepped back a pace, Kaejalin unsheathed his claws, glaring at Loki. "So come! I will be Heimdall and you Yourself, and we will recreate Ragnarök!"

The older feline growled deep in his throat, the sound low and cold. He was no longer playing. It had not been his intention to include Vash, but he would remedy that now. Either Loki would release Vash, or Jalin would attack Loki first.


Meanwhile...

Massive paws tread the earth in utter silence, watching the scene unfold as he slid into the shadows beside a small, familiar form. His dark princess, his Kyva. Like himself, she appeared to be here to watch the fight...not interevene. The wind blew back into his face, soft but present nonetheless and the shadows were currently thick enough to conceal his ebony coat. Perfect, he and Kyva would be undetectable.

Others of his bloodlines were stalking nearby. Demons all drawn to the scent of violence lingering on the air. Siblings had a way of contacting each other, even if they were unaware of such feats.

However, of all the children, the bane of Jiaro's children...Kaejalin..., was utterly alone. He would have no allies there to rescue him when the larger Director finally lost his patience, and Jiaro was quite curious to see what would happen. After all, the boy had the talent to go far further than just a Puppeteer, even Jiaro admitted that.

Nevertheless he tilted his attention to his daughter, shifting into his anthro form even as he lifted a hand to his muzzle. One finger pressed to his lips, symbolizing silence. His daughter would be good to listen to his unspoken command. He would not be happy to have his show interrupted, and he knew she would feel the same.

[Kitty Love]

Loki kept a surprisingly cool head, finding this all terribly amusing and just another game. That's all life was, a game, he'd come to that conclusion. he'd sat and watched other running around in the daily grind, Euclides and humans alike, and saw it all to just be like game that, if played right, one could master and swing the results to more favorable terms for victory. He'd noted that the more he did to Vash, the more agitated Jalin became, interesting. He loosened up his grip with his paw, enough to allow his sibling to draw in a rather loud breath, and cough a bit as well. Vash's form relaxed, he was now sure Loki had no intention of taking his life, and thus had no current worries and merely lay there in submission, waiting to be released.

Playing with Vash was all well and good, but he did it so often that the allure of another 'playmate' just drew him in. He stepped down from Vash, keeping his gaze on Jalin, but his ears upon Vash. He heard the mixed type start to shuffle to get to his feet and tensed his muscles in preparation. once his brother had regained his footing, Loki shot his hind legs out in a simple mule kick, coaxing an alarmed squeal from Vash as he lost his footing, quickly gathered himself up again and scurried off, out of range of Loki, but stopping himself before reaching the vegetation. The pull of a fight was just to much for him to resist and he -had- to stay and watch. His mind was pulled in two directions as he remembered what Loki had said, that he were making him strong enough to matter, was it true or was it just another of the Pandemonium's tricks? The half of him that believed it was rooting for Loki, while the half that stood firm in disbelief hoped he got what was coming to him. Vash twiddled his toes in nervous anticipation.

Loki, however, was preparing for a retaliation of his actions from his dear half brother. He'd done what he had to lure the older brute into coming at him and hoped that'd be the final straw.

[Vyn]

Kaejalin's gaze was locked onto Loki, suppressing the nervous anxiety in his chest. He felt pathetic for what he'd gotten himself into, but there was no turning back now. Jalin had too much of his father's pride to turn away now, to back down before it got any worse.

When finally Loki stepped off his brother, Kaejalin gave a mental sigh of relief. Thank Zar he hadn't been the cause of Vash's further wounding. Jalin tensed his muscles, watching Loki for sign of attack, but the attack came from a direction he didn't expect. In fact, it didn't even come at him, but at the other Puppeteer. With a look of surprise and shock upon his ebon' features, Kaejalin watched Vash hit the earth.

A low hiss escaped his muzzle this time, and Jalin lunged forward at last. It was foolish, he told himself this over and over again, but he wouldn't back down. He couldn't back down. There was just no option for such a thing. Once he was close enough to attack he did so, swinging his sharp feline claws upward at Loki's sensitive muzzle.

[tigs]

The presence she'd been expecting arrived sooner than imagined. Zoku was one of the brothers who she'd not abused, leaving him be for he'd earned his place in being equal to her... for now. It seemed he agitated Kaejalin quite a bit, which amused her as much as the show being put on by Loki. He knew that hurting Vash was getting to the other brother, after all, Jalin made it all too obvious. A flaw that if she were in his place, she would not have made. It was hard to learn from so many silly mistakes, she'd come in hopes of learning some of their tactics, and seen only actions which she deemed to be below her.

But she had to remember- they were just children after all. Another presence, this one unexpected, but even more welcome, appeared beside her in an instant. As soon as she caught glance of the mane, she silently slid up to her legs, shifted to anthro form, and did a short bow at her shapely waist. She may have been built for power, but no daughter of such lovely parentage could be without considerable looks, despite her strength.

She merely smirked and winked as he told her to be silent- there was no problem there. The only time she'd planned on interfering would have been if serious wounds started to become inflicted. She'd not let those idiots make the mistake of killing each other. Jiaro would be most displeased, for though he wasn't a fatherly figure to most by any means (Kyva felt she was an exception, but one never truly knew with her father), he would surely not appreciate his army of children being cut short by any means.

Plus, she was a bit eager to show off her power. She wanted to shift into human form, just for the hell of it, to demonstrate her stolen jewel... and her lovely form which was just starting to show it's true potential. She was a proud thing, but why wouldn't she be? She'd inherited so much worth being proud of. In fact, she shifted into human form right then and there... if nothing else, perhaps she would get to show off to her father. Modest was she not, and in an Euclide society that generally didn't matter. Newborns ran around in bare skin as they toyed with their abilities. She was aware that Zoku had her powers... as he'd stolen some of the jewels as well, but the rest were a mystery so far to her. Which was one of the only reasons she was being cautious at all.

[Kitty Love]

Loki hadn't yet taken his grinning gaze from his older half sibling who made things painfully obvious to anyone who dares study his face. He cared to much about others, that'd get him into trouble one day. But Loki didn't care about this, he was focused on his movements, he wanted to get this started. And his patience was rewarded, Jalin foolishly launched himself head on at him, giving him ever opportunity to prepare a retaliation.

However, Loki lacked the experience and quicker reflexes that came with age, he was, after all, quite a bit younger then his half siblings, well, most of them. Actually, if Jalin had given him guff for picking on a weaker, lower ranked sibling, surely he could do the same about picking on little children. It was, essentially, the same concept. but Loki didn't want to argue with words, no, he wanted a little physical argument that was finally worth his time and as Jalin got closer all thoughts were put aside except ones that were absolutely necessary for this point in time.

He wasn't as fast as he'd like to be, true, but he was smart, perhaps a little to smart for his age so perhaps he had a shot. He hadn't moved yet, however, allowing his opponent to come to him fully and when the claws come up at him, he went down tilting his head enough to the side to dodge the brunt of the attack, but still receiving little grooves across his cheek. This position, however, enabled him to move forward, propelled by his hind legs, head lowered briefly before it was picked up quickly, aiming with his horns for Jalins chest or side, depending on how quick the boy corrected himself.

Vash decided this was all to much for him and he scooted himself back into the bushes, but stopped when he hit something that just didn't belong in the brush. Curious he tilted his head to the side, peering curiously at ... feet? His gaze traveled upward slowly, his empty visionaries widening when they got to the top, finding two faces, one familiar in appearance, the other familiar in scent. His ears tilted back and his breathe caught in his throat. He hadn't known -anyone- was around but he, Loki and Jalin.

[tigs]

Kyvabikuna looked down, none too happily, at the one who'd stumbled into her feet. She glanced once at Jiaro, and then shrugged her shoulders, looking back to the events at hand. He'd deal with the intruder however he felt fit, he'd probably shush the little thing and make his grand entrance. It was sure to be a grand entrance with the idiocy spreading like wildfire before them. Typical males, she chose her attacks carefully, choosing to do mental instead of physical damage when it was possible. That lasted much longer, as she had a tendency to overdo it with physical damage...

Loki seemed to think himself quite grand in his continuous display of confidence, never once frowning or showing any signs of discomfort. She wanted to change that, but it wasn't her place to bother. At her age, she had much more important things to deal with and worry about. Those spikes were certainly an advantage, so if Loki had any complaints he'd be a fool. Despite his opponent being older, he was better equipped, his body basically being a weapon in itself, and was ranked slightly above him. Truly, she thought Jalin a fool for taking on this peculiar cub, but she wasn't the one getting emotional over the spineless whelp at her feet.

Her fingers clicked in time against her side, an obvious indicator that not only was she bored, but she expected someone to change that. She again glanced to Jiaro, except this time with a questioning look on her face. When would he go do his thing? Or at least let her interrupt... Either one was a perfectly acceptable option to her. This fight was just not what she'd been hoping for. Emotion was a poor thing to fight about. But then again, what did she know? Surely not as much as they... Aha, what a laugh.

She placed a bronzed leg next to Vash, almost protectively. But really, she was keeping him in place. She despised seing one so weak being picked on, and abuse was no way to learn when one was still submissive. You had to make them angry to get anywhere, and Loki instilled only fear, not anger. In truth, if he'd been pretending to toughen up the male, he'd been lying. That much was obvious in how he cowered at the scene of a fight. Tsk tsk, was this another mistake she'd have to correct herself?

[silverdust]

Bonds between siblings, bonds of blood however weak and torn, how he wished he could break them. It would be a denial to his heritage to say the promise of blood didn't attract him, especially of blood so familiar to his own. All the better, less of this hellish brood to deal with. He had been hoping that perhaps it would've been of his siblings, the two brothers and the girl finally deciding to tear each other apart as they did him. Yet he knew better. They were too selfishly wrapped in preserving their own lives to ever risk their loss, by each other's anger or by their father's.

Apparently this brood lacked that self-preservation sentiment. Sethekaju watched from the branches, not upon the ground as his siblings and father. He had inherited his mother's coat, as well as some of her slenderness. Climbing was easier to him, and he preferred the vantage point, where he could see all and still remain vaguely hidden. Every now and then he would look away from the fight, toward his sister and father. They knew he was here, probably, though it would be beyond them to even acknowledge his existence. The weakest child of the first brood, the dark god had watched his mutilation and did nothing. And he distinctly remembered Kyvabikuna's bloodstained high, the wicked smile and spark as his vision flashed crimson but never had the mercy to fade to black.

The pain was old and dull now, whatever firey agony caused by his own shame. Of all his siblings he probably hated her the most, just because she was the clearest memory. Having your spine ripped out was not something one forgot. Ever. And look how she flaunted the power of the ruby. His ruby. His eyes narrowed in disgust, not only with his family but himself. How could he be so weak? A son of such great bloodline, in all respects those three rubies were his. Damn it for that stray of emotion, from his mother or his father, that simpering trust that his newborn mind had fabricated. That lie that family would not hurt their own, hah, what a laugh. He had been so naive, now look at him...

His eyes flicked back to the fight. The figment child was the only one he could vaguely identify, and that only because of Jiarokumo's disdain for him. That was one he knew all too well. The child may have the experience, the age, but this 'Loki' seemed to have that heartless arrogance that was passed down like a disease. He would have no problem killing the figment if it interested him enough to do so. Outranked, outclassed, he was alone, utterly alone. Their father's scorn had sealed his fate.

Or maybe perhaps not. Sethekaju had long ago rid himself of any emotional tie he might have fostered with any of his blood, now only an enmity for his direct brood and an empty indifference for the rest of Jiarokumo's bloodline. But he might just help the Figment, keep him alive if it would spite his father. Of course he wouldn't go directly against the god, but if he could keep a thorn in his side, well, he wasn't against the idea. For now, he would watch the fight drag out. Wasn't nearly as drastic enough for him to consider playing 'hero'. Ch, what an irony.

[Vyn]

Seth was not alone in the trees, but his company did not bother to acknowledge him. His eyes were too heavily focused on Loki and Kaejalin's battle below.

Narrowed eyes watched in silence, lapine ears pressed back against his skull in anger. Why now? The Smog part of his personality was in control, non-confrontational. Logical. Zokumenoji knew he Kaejalin would not take his assistance, and that now was not the mow logical time to fight Loki. There were others there, but would they assist?

The patchwork cursed them all beneath his breath, but did not move from his perch in the trees. He hated Kaejalin, didn't he? So why was there concern flashing through his gut to see him make such a foolish mistake?

---

Kaejalin realized his error a second too late, seems he'd been doing a lot of that today. However, for once his Figment type would come into proper use. The press of bull horns wasn't much, but Kaejalin knew they'd cut when he kicked upward, twisting in midair to avoid the full extent of damage the horns could do.

However, the deep cut along his side was nothing he could ignore and as he landed smoothly upon the ground, a mere few feet from Loki, he toppled over into the dirt. A groan left his muzzle, but he forced himself to his feet, splaying his claws as he tried to brace himself.

'Fool,' he muttered amidst his own thoughts, he'd been beat before he began.

---

Jiarokumo watched in pride as his eldest daughter slid into her human form, exceptionally pleased to see the way she managed the powers he gave her. With a detached gaze, he scanned her young figure, imaging how she would fill out as time went on. Definitely pleasing.

He turned his eyes away after a moment, focusing on the battle once again. Jiaro did not need to have his eyes wandering his daughter, nor to have his thoughts sliding into such a direction. It was folly, and it'd dilute his bloodlines, so he focused on the right. Ignoring the young Puppeteer as he stumbled into his sister, the smells lingering in the trees above. His thoughts were on Kaejalin and Loki.

Kaejalin, who would die if no one intervened. Even if the Puppet did, Loki would simply go through him. Even twist his strings to force him after Kaejalin. Hero or not, he would only be more of a danger to the brutalized Puppeteer, for he would not lash out against one he had defended for so long.

Kyva was watching him, waiting, and he knew what she wanted. This fight was foolish and had gone on long enough. She was right. It was time to stop them.

Fluidly, his anthro form melted away into his true Lion base. His massive size being of more use to him now, than the anthro's maneuverability. He had intimidation on his side in this form: massive and full of power, his children were still small enough to be squished under paw. Abruptly he let out a deafening roar, a sound more inspiring of intimidation than even his massive size, and leaped forward, standing boldly between his two sons.

The entrance was dramatic. Yes. He had meant it to be that way. He wanted to command respect, he wanted them to know he wasn't playing games with them.

"Loki." His voice was dark and rough, but charmingly smooth at the same time, fully in possession of it's African roots. "It is time to back. down." His head swiveled sharply toward Kaejalin, teeth bared in disdain. "Kaejalin. Leave." Jiaro's eyes narrowed onto Jalin but he said nothing more. The boy had allies in the shadows, allies he didn't even know he had. They would come to him eventually, when the rest of the onlookers could not see them.

---

Kaejalin's determined steps faltered instantly upon the sound of the roar. Oh Zar, no. Jiaro had come, and he would assist his Pandemonium son in tearing him to shreds. He was doomed. The massive form landed between them, glaring daggers and amusement, but he did not attack. No, he did something even more shocking.

Was he...defending him?

Kaejalin didn't stand to question it, instead he flowed smoothly toward the shadows. He would not defy his father, even though he made it his goal to defy his brothers.

[tigs]

Smirking with pride as she caught Jiaro's approving eyes, she flicked her hair with an egotistic flair and shifted her weight onto the opposite hip. It seems a crowd was being drawn, full of less than appealing company. One of these childre in particular had a reason to hate her, though he was as old as she, he would forever be a child in her eyes. A defenseless child. One whose spine she wore. Even in her human form it was draped along her back like a cape. How sick. How twisted. How very Kyva.

Finally it seemed someone breathed life into the mighty form of her father, who seemed as aggrivated as she. A death prediction had been placed on Jalin long ago by her own mind, and now she was slightly saddened to see his idiocy would not teach him a very final lesson. But, perhaps a lingering life lesson was worth the lack of Kyva's own personal entertainment. Besides, Jiaro had a reason for everything he did- he would not save this youngling for the sake of saving him. He certainly hadn't saved her brother, not so long ago...

She felt eyes on her, and the fur of the one who was still captive behind one leg. He was free to move now that Jiaro had interfered, but she doubted he would be ready yet, especially not with him making such a show.

The roar brought a shiver up her spine, but one of immense enjoyment. To have such power, such command! Oh she adored the sounds of it, she wanted to be in his place, doing exactly that. The lovely ebony hat seemed to glow in the darkness... that hat that she would wear someday. It would suit her well, and she'd be lovely in it. A terrorizing lovely, whose smile you are sure to never forget. All her thoughts were drifting to that eerie set of eyes. Irritated, she let out a loud hiss, just to announce that not only was she annoyed, but she was not in the mood for him to make any... mistakes. However, she did proudly stretch as she smirked, showing off that yes, she was making lovely use of his jewels...

Ah the patchwork was nearby too. She secretly hoped he'd stumble upon her hideout, because of all her siblings, he was one of the only ones to earn any shred of respect. They had another brother who was scarcely seen, but from his enigmatic state, she remained neutral on her judgement. The weakling had been tested and he's lost, she'd sparred with Zoku many times, and he'd proven himself in a much more positive way. Well... not sparred so much as her being in a bad mood and needing to attack something.

It was over, and the foolish child slunk away dejectedly. But there was a sort of bewilderment in his gaze, and she fully understood why. She was as puzzled as he.

[silverdust]

And there was father dearest, always to make the entrance. What less to expect of a god? The roar made him catch the tree tighter as it ripped through the leaves, but other than that no shiver or reaction. Of course he feared the god's power, as much as it disgusted him to admit, but as long as it wasn't directed at him, he had no reason to fear that threat of violence. He was undead for gods' sake, what the hell more could they do to him? Besides take some more body parts, but pain was something he was used to.

Oh, Kyva was hissing at him, scary. In fact he should be scared, shit scared. After all, she was probably daddy's favorite and she was wearing his spinal cord. And evil little bitch was showing it off too. But her petty threat was nothing to him, not anymore, and he was feeling particularly reckless tonight. Perhaps the Annihilation part of him was starting to shine through, his mother's cool, cold side restricting it far too much, along with his own loathing. He smirked at her hiss and bragging stretch before flickering for an instant into his own human form long enough to flick her off. Her theft of the ruby hadn't stolen that form, no matter how broken it had become. Of course the move was rash and childish and if anything would lower him even further in her eyes. But her opinion of him had ceased to matter when he felt his bone pulled from flesh. This was for his own indulgence.

He turned his back on her then, jumping deftly down from the tree with what might have been a contemptuous flick of the tail, surprisingly graceful even for his grotesque form. He landed in the shadows that Kaejalin had retreated to, still keeping somewhat of an eye on his father and the Pandemonium child. He could faintly pick up another one of his direct siblings. Zoku, oh, just wonderful. He was pretty sure he wore the other good half of his bones, as well as his ruby in plain sight. But he hadn't bothered to acknowledge him, so he didn't bother to pinpoint the other's location. He was interested in the Figment, he wondered how close they were as far as outcasts went.

He waited for the other to slip into the full veil of darkness before speaking to him. The boy seemed to have been through enough, from his vantage he couldn't see the exact extent of the wound. His eyes traced the depth of the gash, narrowing in familiarity for the pain it must cause. It was enough for him to be polite.

"Hello," he greeted simply, eyes still wandering in a sort of sadistic examination of the damage. He bit back any snide remark about not getting into things you couldn't handle, after all, he was heading down that path himself.

[Kitty Love]

Vash was a little put off that his father didn't even acknowledge his existence, but comforted at the almost protective hold his sister had upon him and his form relaxed noticeably. He was far to trusting for his own good.

Loki knew he'd gotten Jalin, he'd felt one of his horns rake flesh and it broadened that grin he seemed to always wear. He had an unfamiliar feeling run over him, a feeling that sent a shiver down his spine in a delightful way, he wanted to hurt him more. He'd yet to get an opportunity like this and, as Jalin was making his landing, Loki was turning, lowering his head and getting ready for a charge., that spiked tail swishing about wildly in excitement.

He lowered he front end slightly, muscles tensing as he prepared to make his finishing move, or at least a move that would incapacitate his fallen foe enough to make finishing him relatively easy, when the earth shook slightly under his paws, throwing his concentration. His gaze never left Jalin though, until a pair of familiar clawed paws landed in his line of vision, drawing it up to the face of his father.

At this same roar Vash hid behind Kyva, being careful not to cut her frail human skin with his spikes as he did. He found comfort in her strength, even if she didn't care about him.

At Jiaro's words his ears twisted back and he even ventured to give Jiaro a glare and a soft growl, making it clear that he wasn't agreeable to his command. However, he didn't want the wrath of his father placed upon him, thus he sat back upon his haunches like a good boy, ears back and tail flickering about behind him all the while.