Crash Landing (Open)

[Kegan]

Gasping and panting, Kegan collapsed on the beach and focused on keeping himself conscious. The swim from Ina'mos to Vor'asa had taken all the strength he had, and the poor wolf was struggling to catch his breath. Half of him still lay submerged in the gently moving ocean, the motion doing nothing to calm him as he lay prone and helpless. Luckily for him, the cliff that connected to the beach was an imposing obstacle, and made it harder for any predators--or even other pups already on the island--to approach him as he lay unprotected.

The swim had been almost impossible for the smaller-than-average Kairos male, and he was honestly amazed he had made it this far. As he began to calm, Kegan thought about who else would be on the island going through the motions they were forced to--at the males at least. He wasn't sure if he would see them all, or any of them, but he thought briefly as well about Liadan; would she, as independent and strong-willed as she was, brave the swim and become a female warrior? She was certainly capable, more so even than he was, but he hadn't heard her speak of it.

Either way, Kegan's one concern now was getting to his feet, which he did so with grunts and groans. Every inch of his body seemed to scream at him, but determination hardened his resolve enough that he was able to stand. Cursing himself for not learning to prepare his muscles, the young male took slow but steady steps toward the looming cliff before him, hoping against hope that it would not be as difficult a climb as it looked.

He was wrong.

The rocks crumbled and wiggled beneath his large paws, and fear gripped him the entire way up the face of the bluff. Several times, the wolf thought he would simply fall back down to the beach, in which case he decided he would simply lay there until something got him. It wasn't worth it, the Agoge, for a wolf who never planned to fight another; why couldn't he simply learn to hunt, or watch pups? It was ridiculous for the males to be expected to fight always, when Kairos already had more warriors than it needed. Who would even dare to attack?

Once he reached the top, Kegan dashed a few paces from the edge and laid down carefully, again panting from the effort he exerted to make it where he was. This place was going to kill him, he just knew it. There would be no relief until he made it home, even if he managed to get an egg, and then he would be expected to train. His father would be ruthless in his attempt to train the new warriors, and the Emperor likely would treat them harshly as well. Was it necessary? Kegan didn't know, and didn't want to find out.

But it was expected of him, and to remain in Kairos, he would need to toughen up. Leaving was not an option; Roka meant too much to him, and how could he make it on his own anyway? He would be killed as easily as a hare. So, with a scowl and a defeated sense of self, the male lifted himself up and trudged on, looking for some shelter and fresh water to quench his immense thirst.

Words || 578
Tags || Open
Notes || Here we are this is gonna be rough for my poor baby

[Liadan]

When Liadan had left her mother than afternoon, it had been with high spirits and unwavering enthusiasm. Their talk had renewed her excitement for the test she was about to undertake, knowing that Roka supported her made her happier than she cared to admit. It wasn’t that she’d needed reassuring that this was the right thing to do, but it felt like a weight had lifted off her shoulder knowing that her mother supported the decision and wished her the best of luck. Roka’s words had spurred her on, particularly the ones that lamented the fact that she’d never been given the same opportunity that Liadan had. At one point in her childhood she’d wanted to do this to prove to her brothers and her father that she could, but now… She cared what her father thought still, but her brothers could stuff it as far as she was concerned. A competitive streak still spurred her on to be better than them, to fight harder and prove she was their equal if not their superior, but she no longer cared about their opinion of her. Liadan didn’t care what anyone thought of her except herself, and her parents.

The Agoge began at the edge of the sea, with her slender grey figure sitting on Ina’mos’ beach, gazing out at her destination. There was no hesitance in her moment, merely reflection and pride. She wanted to savour the last taste of pup-hood she would get. As soon as she took her first steps into the vast churning ocean, she would have begun her journey into adulthood, into becoming the best possible version of herself possible. The prospect of facing adversity and winning was… Exhilarating. Above, the sky was a dark, ominous grey – the clouds were brimming with sleet and rain, but it did nothing to dampen her spirits. It reminded her of the last time she’d seen her father, on this very beach. The memory brought a crooked smirk to her maw, remembering how childish she had been only months ago, and how willing her father had been to grant her those last few shining moments of naivety.

With a deep breath, Liadan stood. She was done waiting, done thinking. Now was the time to act, to do, to achieve. Fixing the adjacent land of Vor’asa firmly in her sights, Liadan ploughed forward and plunged into the water’s restless, forceful grip.

When the tundra wolf finally reached dry land, it felt like an age had passed.

Her legs, shaky and weak from the long, hard swim against the current, gave out from under her almost as soon as they made contact with dry land. It felt as though her insides were burning, aching in ways she didn’t know they could. Every muscle in her legs stung fiercely, and some spasmed violently once they were relaxed – overcompensating for the arduous trial they had just been put through. Rolling onto her back with what little strength remained in her small body, her eyes fixating on the vast sky. Tiny droplets of water began to overspill from the over-encumbered clouds, painting her face with precipitation. It was difficult to tell how long she lay like that, allowing her body a small measure of rest before she continued up the slope of the beach, but eventually a combination of wind and rain, and lack of movement began to chill her, and she decided it was time to get moving again.

Hauling herself up from the ground was a momentous feat. Her legs were still shaky and stiff from so much strenuous activity followed by a period of complete stagnancy, but once she began to move about once more, the stiffness lessened. Advancing up the slope of the beach was tricky – the fine grains of sand meant that each large step forward was also a small step back, her paws sliding backwards in the finely grained particles. But this was nothing compared to the looming cliff face that greeted her, a steeper climb than she had ever encountered, or even thought possible to navigate. It was a necessary evil, though, because the only way around it would take more time and energy than she wanted to expend. This way was better – more painful, but shorter and quicker, giving her more time to recover.

If she’d thought the sand had been slippery, the lose rocks and wet grass were another matter entirely. Muscles made sore from the swim now ached twice over, the new pain layering over the old. She wondered how many new injuries she could stack upon her current pains, and whether or not she would truly last out here on her own. All thoughts of glory and honour had fled from her mind, replacing solely with the drive to survive. Soon, she knew, others would arrive, if they hadn’t already, including her father Sabaoth. They would be able to train her into a warrior, but not if she couldn’t even make it to the top of one small hill. With this in mind, she gritted her teeth in determination, releasing a growl and pushing her body as far as possible for the last few steps, until finally she conquered the slope and crested onto flat land once more.

The relief was less overwhelming than when she’d landed. Already her body was acclimatising to the laboriousness of this challenge, and now she felt able to continue onward without stopping.

Over the next few hours, Liadan familiarised herself with her immediate surroundings: discovering a small cove further down the coast, and venturing a little further into the dunes that seemed to dominate the northern portion of the land. On her travels she’d encountered a small family of gophers, and when she returned to the coast once again with a plump rodent hanging from her mouth, she saw a familiar sight hauling himself over the cliff.

Kegan.

Supressing a roll of her eyes, Liadan made her way toward him. Of her brothers, Kegan had been the least tolerable as a pup, but as she grew she found that she preferred his calm manner to Rhys’ competitive streak and Taranis’s disturbing presence. It still didn’t mean she liked him, his existence was simply less irritating than the others’, which was not a particularly grand compliment as they were unfathomably irritating.

Once she’d trotted close enough that he would’ve spotted her, unless he were completely dense, which was a possibility, she stopped, placed her kill on the ground before her, and called out to him. “I was wondering if you were going to show up.” Being the first of her siblings to reach the Agoge gave her a childish sense of smugness that was evident in her voice. Noting that he looked as worn out as she had, she wondered whether or not he was as hungry as she’d been. The gopher that lay at her feet was her second catch. The first had been a baby – slower but less filling than an adult, but her appetite was partly sated. “You wouldn’t happen to be hungry, would you?” she inquired, tilting her head, the ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

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Word count: 1196 
Notes: BOOP
Tags: Kegan

[Kegan]

To Kegan, the island was huge; it was a completely different environment from Ina'mos, and he knew very little about it. As he stepped further away from the cliff, he wondered how hard it would be even to find basic things--water and food. While he was able to hunt back home, his success rate was fairly low, and he was unsure of what type of prey there would be here. Hopefully the same as at home, for he clearly didn't know how to hunt that which he had never encountered.

Before he could get far, a familiar sight came into view, causing him to jump slightly despite her distance. Liadan, of course, had beaten him here; she did everything first, after all, and was the most competitive of his siblings. He smiled at first, and then frowned--he hadn't even considered the possibility of her being here. The Agoge was required of males, but females were not forced to participate. Had she wanted to all along? It would be a good way for her to prove herself, which she constantly wanted to do. The more he thought about it, the clearer the reasoning became. How could he have expected anything less out of her?

When she spoke to him, it was in her typical mocking tone, and his frown remained where it was. Lia mocked him constantly, whereas his brothers simply ignored him, and the young wolf felt beaten down by her every time she opened her mouth. It seemed uncalled for, since Kegan never did anything to hurt her, but it was just the way his sister was. At least she was predictable. "I'm required to be here," he replied loudly, turning his frown into a scowl as he attempted to channel anger into his words. Lia would certainly make fun of his attempt, but it was better she mock him for feigned anger than his usual apathetic sadness. "But you aren't. Did you come just to make fun of me? Or are you going through with the whole thing?"

Shortly after he stopped speaking, Kegan noticed the dead creature at Liadan's feet and immediately his mouth began to water, though it did little to counteract the thirst from his long swim. To his great surprise, she offered the meal to him--albeit in a round-about way that could easily be turned around. Likely she would make some joke ("Should have caught yourself something then!"), but the male could not resist a free meal if she really was offering. "I am hungry, actually... but I'm more thirsty. Where's the water around here? Water you can drink, I mean," he added quickly, scowling at the unspoken jest Lia was sure to spout.

Words || 468
Tags || Liadan
Notes || Aww look at the bonding. Such precious.

[Liadan]

Kegan’s reply was nothing unexpected. It was perhaps a little less pathetic than usual, so maybe the Agoge was toughening him up already. If he could even be toughened up, that was. Liadan hadn’t expected to see him at all, and from the sound of it he wasn’t particularly happy about being here. Kegan was as nesh as they came, and she’d assumed he would remain curled up at mother’s side – pathetically coddled until the day he died, or until the day he was thrown out of Kairos.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Ke. I have better things to do than make fun of your weaknesses all day,” she said, her lips curling up in distaste. “I’d need longer than a day to get through them all, anyway.” Liadan wasn’t sure why she kept berating her brother when it was clear he couldn’t get much more miserable than he already was, but something about his attitude wound her up. Liadan’s gender and size meant that she would have to fight twice as hard as her brothers in order to survive and be recognised as a worthy warrior, whereas Kegan had it all handed to him on a plate, and yet was ignorant as to how lucky he was. “Besides, you don’t have to be here. You could have just left,” she continued. A part of her wished that he would’ve left, but she knew it would break Roka’s heart. Why she cared so much, Liadan hadn’t a clue.

At his admission of hunger, a small chuckle left Liadan’s maw. Of course he was hungry. Craning her neck, she wrapped her jaws around the rodent’s flank and tore into it eagerly, the coppery scent of blood filling the air. Holding it down with a paw, she tore away a chunk of its flesh and lifted her head once more to look Kegan in the eye as she devoured it. “That is a shame,” she commented, after she’d swallowed the meat and let him finish speaking. “Don’t look at me, brother, I’m not your fucking mother,” she growled. There was no way she was going to look after her useless brother as well as herself. If he couldn’t handle the Agoge he’d either have to leave, or die. That was the risk Liadan had taken, the risk they all had to take.

“Besides,” she added, as she reached down to shake another piece of meat from the gopher, and continuing with a mouth full of rodent. “I ha’en’t foun’ any wa’er ye’," she managed, before swallowing the mouthful. Talking of water was beginning to make her mouth dry out, and she lost her appetite almost immediately, her body refusing to eat until she sated its thirst. “Here,” she said, picking up what was left of the gopher between her teeth and tossing it to her brother, where it landed limply with a thud. “I’m full anyway. But you won’t survive out here for long if you can’t hunt for yourself,” she warned, more kindly than she’d anticipated. “Once father arrives he might show you, but who knows how long it’ll be until he gets here.”

She cast her gaze toward the sea, as though the mere mention of him would cause their father to emerge from the waters in all his scarred glory. The water was still, though, so she turned her attention back to Kegan. “Are you coming with me to find water, or are you going to hang around here like a lost whelp?” she demanded, her tone unkind to detract the fact that she was offering him help and contradicting her previous statement. Liadan may not be his mother, but Roka would kill her if she didn’t at least make sure he was fed and watered. After that, though, they would go their separate ways.

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Word count: 664
Notes: Sorry that she's a huge butt
Tags: Kegan

[Kegan]

As usual, Kegan was not surprised by the bite of his sisters words; she, like Taranis and Rhys, thought he was essentially a waste of space, and he tended to agree with them some days. He was the smallest of the boys, and though he dwarfed Liadan, she more than made up for it in ferocity. Kegan, on the other hand, was meek and followed the direction of his parents exactly, too terrified to venture off before they explicitly allowed. Even now, he felt as though he were doing something wrong, being so far from home, which was why he allowed his siblings to berate him so. He deserved it, truly, and would beat himself up about his faults if they did not.

"Yeah, I could have left. And had one of Kairos' assassins come and retrieve me. That definitely would have ended well," he muttered back, willing to sass her but not at such a volume that she might believe him. Despite his size advantage, Liadan was much better at sparring than he was, and the male did not want to risk riling her up to the point where she decided to physically overpower him. The embarrassment meant nothing; it was the way she so proudly boasted about her conquest of him that hurt.

All Kegan wanted in the world was approval; he lived to make others happy, mostly Roka, but it extended to the rest of the wolves he had met in Kairos. When it came to his siblings, though, it was impossible to please them. Kegan tried to be tough, he tried to be helpful, he tried to ignore them. But no matter what he did, nothing was good enough for Liadan, and by extension the other two--thought the two boys mostly ignored him to have their own fun. Lia was the only one he could not gain the approval of regardless of what he tried, and it was taxing on the young male.

When she ripped part of her meal apart and began to devour it in front of him, the familiar ache of hunger coupled with depression sunk into him, though he kept it carefully hidden from her gaze. Liadan knew exactly what would bother him, and she prodded as often as she could. There was no reason he should express to her what hurt more. Though it surprised him when she tossed the remainder of the meal his way, he was weary; she had eaten much of it, this was true, but that didn't mean she hadn't somehow tainted the remainder. "I know how to hunt," he said sharply, surprising himself with the force he put behind the words. "Excuse me for being tired from the swim."

Anger very rarely built up in the meek male, but he found that here on Vor'asa, away from his mother, he had no one to lean against, and perhaps channeling his anger instead of suppressing it would be an advantage, especially with his sister; she would either respect him for it, or she would get bored of it and leave him alone at last. Either way, it might be worth giving a try. Before he responded, Kegan began striding forward, taking long steps that he knew would force Liadan to jog to keep up--for the first time since he could remember, the male was glad to be so much larger than his sister. "You're the one who isn't moving, Lia. Let's go," he said in a bored tone, surprising himself with his own bravery, minimal though it was.

Words || 609
Tags || Liadan
Notes || FINALLY ugh

[Olympus]

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He had been watching them, from the moment they had arrived on the Vor'asa. He knew the swim was exhausting as a youth, especially ones their size, but he also knew that it was not impossible. In fact, they had both made it from the Ina'mos with their lives, but it was clear that one had endured better than the other. Nevertheless, both young wolves climbed their way up the cliffs and to the greater expanse of the Vor'asa. It was difficult for the hulking black form to find a properly concealed place to observe them, but as the female wolf opened her mouth to speak, he could not help but lick his chops. Her words left a terrible taste in his mouth, and right then and there he made his decision. He allowed her to continuing her arrogance for the time being, but not without making a slow advance on her position.

The youth of Kairos simply had to realize what they were getting themselves into. He had gotten next to no help when he went through the Agoge, and though Sabaoth had been there to talk with him, he had been on his own in a dangerous and deadly place. It would be no different for these young wolves, but they also had a Centurion here as well this year. Finally, as the male wolf trotted off as if he had won the idiotic little competition the two of them were having, he pounced at the little female. The enormous black figure was no match for the much smaller female, but she still had the opportunity to dodge him. Then again, she would have had to be paying attention to something other than her brother for that to happen, which was incredibly doubtful.

Olympus had originally decided to come to the Agoge to have some fun terrorizing the newest Kairos recruits, but before he had left, Typhon had made a decision that would change his life. He had been promoted to Centurion, and now he had come to this place with a responsibility as well. Not that he could not have his fun, there was just more of a purpose behind it now. He would ensure that each and every wolf that completed the Agoge was completely worthy of Kairos, no matter what. There was no failure in his mind - as there never had been - and he would ensure that there was no failures on the Vor'asa. Even Kegan, the weak little male that trotted ahead of his sister now, would return to the Ina'mos a worthy and experienced warrior of Kairos.

Words: 436
Tags: Kegan, Liadan
Muse: Medium
Notes: n/a

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[Liadan]

Kegan’s sharp words surprised the young tundra wolf, her eyes widening a fraction of an inch as he spoke. Normally he sulked quietly at her goading, barely reacting at all when she mocked him. He’d never seemed like the type to react to such things, but it was clear that the situation – the swim, combined with hunger and thirst, combined with being forced into a situation that he was unhappy with – had pushed him to the very limit of his patience. It elicited a humourless chuckle from Liadan’s maw, a sneer tightening her lips. “You don’t think I was tired?” she retorted, but most the heat had dissipated from her voice. Although she was irked by his presence, she was thankful that she had not run into Rhys or Taranis yet. Perhaps Kegan could even be a useful ally, at least in deterring predators. As far as she was aware there was no rule against working together, but she’d prefer to complete it alone if only for her pride. Nobody would take her seriously if they thought her brother had helped her, even if it were the other way around. Nobody would believe her.

Still, Kegan’s aggression was preferable over unbearable docility, so when he began striding away from her, adamant that she was the one slowing them down, she merely began jogging after him, until the two were level. It was a difficult pace for the smaller wolf, but she refused to appear weak or slow, especially in front of her brother. For a few strides they were silent, as Liadan began to consider where they might find water, and Kegan considered who knew what – probably how much he missed the comfort of the dens on Ina’mos. But then, she heard a noise behind her. Before her ear even had time to swivel and catch it, a large, warm weight landed on her back, pinning her to the ground. Icy fear ripped through her, a feral snarl reverberating around her cranium before she even had a chance to react. Lithe as she was, Liadan was free from the grasp within seconds, but not before she aimed a powerful kick at the assailant, bucking like an unruly stallion. Pivoting and stumbling backwards toward her brother, Liadan ended up facing the intruder, her emerald eyes ablaze with indignation. With a snap, her jaws closed shut in front of his face; a warning.

The attacker was a black wolf, similar to her brothers in size, with flecks of silver and piercing blue eyes.

Liadan despised him.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” she spat, her heart pounding furiously against her chest. Subconsciously she had moved closer to her brother, and now she stood in front of him defensively, though she was too preoccupied to notice or care. She was still tensed, ready to fight, but her pulse began to slow when she realised there was no life-threatening danger. “You’re not here to train us, are you?” she demanded, looking him up and down, her nose crinkling. “You look like you barely climbed out from your mother’s womb, stranger.” The fact that he was clearly older than her – though barely – and the fact that he dwarfed her in size did nothing to diminish the sincerity behind her words. Had she known him, Liadan might have thought differently of the situation, but his arrogance spurred her own.

“Try that again,” she growled, taking a step back to steady herself. If he wanted to attack her again, she would be ready this time.

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Word count: 590
Notes: lol she pissed awf
Tags: Kegan Olympus  

[Kegan]

Kegan was not surprised when Liadan rushed to catch up to him, matching his pace with feigned ease despite how much she had to work to keep her legs going the same speed. A smug little smile made its home on his muzzle, carefully hidden from her view under the guise of his head turning to observe their surroundings. It was a beautiful territory, Vor'asa, but there was so much cover--danger could be lurking behind any of the numerous bushes and rocks that littered the landscape, in many forms. There were predators, other wolves, perhaps even mentors who would come out of nowhere and--

With a dramatic, high-pitched squeal, Kegan wheeled himself around and backed away from whatever it was that had attacked Liadan, taking both of the young wolves by surprise. Widened brown eyes full of terror watched as his sister struggled to get out from underneath the dark beast, apparently a wolf roughly their father's size--marking him as, hopefully, an ally, though it did not appear they were off to a good start so far. Lia's small form easily extricated herself from beneath the beast, though Kegan had never heard the sounds that broke free of his mouth; such fierce snarls had not been used in their everyday play, not even when Taranis and Rhys had truly put their all into the scuffle. Had he not been utterly terrified, the brute may have been impressed by his sister displaying the opposite.

As Lia squared herself off, she did so directly in front of Kegan, a fact that the young male both loved and hated; she may not have done it on purpose, but from the viewpoint of the dark stranger, it would appear that she, in her miniscule glory, was attempting to protect him. Indignant, yet still trembling visibly, the male brushed against Lia's shoulder as he set his own feet even with hers, though his head and shoulders were significantly higher. The first step to confidence was to pretend, and the more he feigned bravery, the easier it would become later on. "What's wrong with you?" he demanded, his voice still that of an adolescent and, thus, not nearly as threatening as he had hoped.

When Lidan lipped off more, asking if the dark wolf was here to train them, Kegan froze up, regretting his own small outburst. Though they had been told the basic outline for the Agoge, it had not been revealed to them who would be around to help train, or what that training would entail. If this dark wolf was their superior--and how could he not be, large and obviously skilled as he was?--then talking back to him might not be the best course of action. As a result, Kegan nudged his sister in the shoulder when he felt his ability to move return, now more fearful of punishment than he had been initially.

"Lia, he could get us into big trouble with the Emperor," he muttered quietly, though his voice was laced with fear and his eyes never once left the hulking form of the dark creature before them. "You better be careful." His words finished, the male lifted his head back to its original position, then lowered it again, though only slightly. He was fully ready to submit to this wolf, if that were what he expected, but he would wait until it was determined what type of trouble, if any, they were already in.

Words || 590
Tags || Olympus , Liadan
Notes || Oh jeez Kegan you BABY

[Olympus]

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It came as no surprise to the dark male when the female snarled and twisted, though he had to admit that he was rather disappointed with the lack of actual attack. She was more concerned with kicking and twisting away from him than she was doing any damage, and he shook his head with a small sigh. The young wolves of Kairos had a lot to learn, and from the blatant disrespect that she showed only moments later, it was clear they were much further gone than he had expected. Of course, she had no idea who he was, but it was clear that he was a member of Kairos and larger than her. Her rank was simply that of a youth, therefore just about any wolf within the pack older than her that was female or had completed the Agoge was of higher rank and therefore demanded her respect. At first, he wanted to snarl at her and pin her to the ground, but it would simply be a waste of time and energy to teach her the lesson that she deserved.

"Lia, he could get us into big trouble with the Emperor," To this, the black male could not help but laugh. In fact, his chin tilted slightly backwards and he let out a deep laugh at their expense. "It is not Typhon that you should be worried about here." He said, finally taking a breath and lowering his chin to look down at them both. "I am not here to get you in trouble, though if Typhon was here, you definitely would deserve it. It's a wonder that you two haven't been eaten already." He said, sighing heavily and shaking his head. "I am Olympus, Centurion of Kairos. But you should know that, or at least know who I am." He said, pushing himself up to his full height once more and shaking the dust from his fur. Clearly these pups had a lot to learn, but he had no intention of teaching it all to them right now. Perhaps the first lesson would be respect, but clearly they were too busy with their heads up their asses to even realize who they were speaking to.

Then again, Kegan had shown at least some promise. When it came to respect, anyways. Then again, that had only been through fear. He had no real respect for his superiors. Fear would only get this pup so far, but true respect was given because of loyalty and honor, not because a wolf was bigger than him and could get him in trouble. He frowned and shook his head again, deciding that he was severely disappointed in both wolves. Sure, they were offspring to Sabaoth, his own mentor, but that did not mean that they could simply dance through life on their father's reputation. "I suggest that you both pay more attention to your surroundings instead of just mocking one another. The Vor'asa was not chosen for the Agoge because it is full of rainbows and sunshine. There are many creatures here that would not hesitate a second to eat you whole." He said, shaking his head once more and finally turning to the side. "I have other youth to attend to. Perhaps next time I see you both you will be more careful with your senses, especially your tongue, Liadan." He said, narrowing his eyes at her for a moment before turning away. Although his ears remained listening carefully to see if one of them was bold enough to physically retaliate, he had no intention of sticking around to listen to them any longer.

Liadan, Kegan - Oly is such an ass, I know

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