Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2012 16:34:47 GMT -8
"I don't want to be on the wrong side of any mother."
"Neither would I," she agreed knowing just how frightful that situation was and she had felt what it was like. Perhaps not the same things a mother felt but she was protective of her sister's son and would lay her life down for him without question if the need arose. Kunama had done many things, not all of them she was proud of but Konak was just an innocent and Kunama would protect innocents with her life and honour, in this life or the next.
"Unlikely."
Her head cocked at this curiously or perhaps with intrigue before her maw opened, "Only death is certain, the rest is unwritten," she said softly but she said nothing else after feeling his mind was concrete on a fixed time. She had not known him long and thus could not entirely gauge how he thought and what made him think the way he did.
"There is little point in worrying, death does wait for you to be ready. If I might just happen to be injured at that moment, then so be it."
She scratched again, her black eyes looking absently in another direction though her skull gave no indication of this. Since her eyeballs were complete onyx balls with only the natural light glinting of the moist surface, it was always hard for others to discern where Kunama was looking or what emotions she was feeling without help from other appendages and muscles. "Death and I are old friends... I have come very close many times. It seems the Gods have other plans," she replied softly.
She had dreamed of it many times where she died on the battle ground, her fur soaked with the blood of the fallen and a scream of glory before she died from another's honourable blow. They were but soldiers of war and in her dreams, she never seemed to have a high rank to her plates. In reality, Kunama was not a coward. She never ran from anything. Only death or tactical retreat would turn her away. Course, her stubbornness and determination made her cross swords with the death-maker several times and she was aware that, especially in Alteria, her practice had saved her life.
She nodded as he replied to her concerns and caught his gaze, curiosity nibbling on the back burners of her mind before she even registered him returning her question in kind.
"Apart from a glass of V'nera and a raw steak, not really. Thank you," she replied softly before her ear dropped and picked up again, "V'nera is an alcoholic beverage from my world. Rather potent," she smiled with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
TAG ; Ruune
"Neither would I," she agreed knowing just how frightful that situation was and she had felt what it was like. Perhaps not the same things a mother felt but she was protective of her sister's son and would lay her life down for him without question if the need arose. Kunama had done many things, not all of them she was proud of but Konak was just an innocent and Kunama would protect innocents with her life and honour, in this life or the next.
"Unlikely."
Her head cocked at this curiously or perhaps with intrigue before her maw opened, "Only death is certain, the rest is unwritten," she said softly but she said nothing else after feeling his mind was concrete on a fixed time. She had not known him long and thus could not entirely gauge how he thought and what made him think the way he did.
"There is little point in worrying, death does wait for you to be ready. If I might just happen to be injured at that moment, then so be it."
She scratched again, her black eyes looking absently in another direction though her skull gave no indication of this. Since her eyeballs were complete onyx balls with only the natural light glinting of the moist surface, it was always hard for others to discern where Kunama was looking or what emotions she was feeling without help from other appendages and muscles. "Death and I are old friends... I have come very close many times. It seems the Gods have other plans," she replied softly.
She had dreamed of it many times where she died on the battle ground, her fur soaked with the blood of the fallen and a scream of glory before she died from another's honourable blow. They were but soldiers of war and in her dreams, she never seemed to have a high rank to her plates. In reality, Kunama was not a coward. She never ran from anything. Only death or tactical retreat would turn her away. Course, her stubbornness and determination made her cross swords with the death-maker several times and she was aware that, especially in Alteria, her practice had saved her life.
She nodded as he replied to her concerns and caught his gaze, curiosity nibbling on the back burners of her mind before she even registered him returning her question in kind.
"Apart from a glass of V'nera and a raw steak, not really. Thank you," she replied softly before her ear dropped and picked up again, "V'nera is an alcoholic beverage from my world. Rather potent," she smiled with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
TAG ; Ruune