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When the Gods toyed in the world of the mortal, nothing good could ever come of it. Toys, pawns and things of amusement; what was the true value of a mortal life to one who was immortal? In a land diverse and thriving, rose four mighty kingdoms. Their powers and cultures, mighty and awe inspiring in their own rights. As two of them warred the Gods looked on with amusement, bets taken, insults slung and in the end disappointment that a peace had been reached.

Kindness. Love. Loyalty.

Foreign concepts to immortal beings, even though they have been given guardianship over them by their mortal worshipers. Generations went by and there was a change on the wind, time was to be different now the world was to be different now. All that was needed....was a catalyst to spark the beginning.


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Peace. It was something that many strive for, but few know the true price of it Times were finally at Peace, there were no more wars and people for the most part got along. The current ruler of Akamu, Maka, was a young Queen thrust onto the throne by the sudden death of her parents. Circumstances were unclear but there were rumors that pointed to two of the other kingdoms. At the moment she could not think about it, or dwell on it, at least for the good of her people she had to ignore it, for now.

Rats to the one side, their secrets and hush hush attitude made Maka more than a little weary. Humans with their...science....were at least honest or seemed to be. Though with how they treated their people, it left a sour taste in her mouth when she did have to visit them. Lastly, there were those magic bastards and their pretense of being peaceful. Maka can remember, fondly, the war stories that her grandfather told her. The stories that her Great-grandfather lived and shared with his children, who passed them on to their own. It was all well and good that they sought to be peaceful now, but it was hard to wash away the blood and pain that Akamu suffered at their hands. Peaceful, friendly and welcoming trade relations had once been the main focus of Akamu.

Now, it was war. Constant preparedness so that never again would they be caught off guard. Honing in on the natural strength and endurance of their people. Mining and stock piling the blue ore all so that they could be ready should and when the Magic Kingdom thought to strike again. It really would only have to be a matter of time, for them to try again. What with Akamu holding the one thing that made them normal. A simple collar, manacle or even an earing would be enough to keep Magic from being able to flow and all of them reduce to nothing but simple ordinary people. It was only with the reign of her parents that the Magic diplomats were no longer forced to wear a collar when they entered the Kingdom limits of Akamu.

Even if she had wished to start that up again, it was in honor of her parents that she kept that rule from being put back into place. Arnia had not been pleased at all when their parents died and despite the death being suspicious, Maka had still not put back the collar enforcement. That had been a rather nasty argument that turned physical quickly. It took Nirav and a few of the guards to pull them apart and even then there were continued incidences when an altercation happened when they ran into one another later in the halls.

Today of all days, Arnia was at least civil about it. It was a festival to honor their patron Gods as well as the Gods as a whole. It was vital that this went off without a hitch and that they could at least appear to be civil with the rest of the world.

“Are all the preparations ready, Nirav?” Maka asked while she checked over herself in the mirror yet again. Hair had been combed out and done up in braids along her heads, colorful beads of red and oranges woven into the mass for added decoration. Red was the theme of the festival and so was the main color of her outfit for today. It was in the typical style of their people, only this time it was embroidered with black threading in the various symbols of her people. Pants were equally as finely made and embroidered, though only around the edges.

“Yes. The invitations were sent out and those who made the effort to send a response have done so,” he said while he scribbled on the tab he had in hand. “Decorations are in place, the dragons are at the ready for the show, the games and events are prepared....” he stated while he read off of his list. “It is all there and ready. Just need to make sure people behave themselves and everyone, hopefully, enjoys themselves,” the porcupine stated with a small sigh.

“Well, it is free food, access to the Kingdom freely without the usual harassment,” that comment being meant for the magic wielding guests that had been invited. “Games and chance to earn some respect from the Akamu, all while enjoying themselves. I can't see why they would not enjoy themselves, unless they are a right ****ing about such things....” she remarked with a slight huff. Once satisfied with her appearance she grabbed up her sword, belted it on and then whistled for her Xiu's. The black beasts eager to accompany their Master as she left the room, their natural coloring of black scales and red fur oddly appropriate for the festival at hand.

“True, but you know how some of them can be and how some of our people can be,” Nirav continued as he walked behind his queen.

“Yes, but that is the point of this thing. To have people just try and relax, pull the sticks out of their asses and have a bit of fun,” she smirked and waved to a servant as they passed them in the halls. “What are the games again?”

“Wrestling, the spear throw, arm wrestling, jousting, the rock climbing event and the riding of the wild dragon...” again the list read off as they walked.

“Excellent! Get to work then in making sure that is all done, I am going to track down my siblings and make sure they are ready. Especially, Arnia, I know she is not too pleased with this whole thing...at all...” Maka grumbled and parted ways with the family steward. The young porcupine who had been groomed since birth to take his place as the right hand of the Akamu ruling family. Just as his forefathers before him and just as his children would do the same come their time.


-At the fountain in RyDauge City-

There on the platform that had been erected for this occasion, Maka addressed the various people who had ventured from their homes and kingdoms to be there.

Flanked by her Xiu and family, along with the elite guards, it was an imposing sight.

“Thank you all for coming today to help us celebrate this most important time of year,” Maka began, her voice strong and clear for all to hear. “We of the Akamu take the time to thank the Gods on this day for all that they have given us. Thank them for their blessings and continued guidance since the founding of our kingdom many years ago,” a pause to allow the word to set in. “It was through the favor of the Gods that we are here and that we have continued to prosper, so it is to them that we give thanks and remember all that they have done for us. Lest they grow displeased and take back the gifts they have bestowed upon us,” another pause as those of the Akamu nodded and murmured their agreement. “Times have not been the best for all of us and there has been a painful past that many of us still remember fresh in our minds,” once again there were murmurs of agreement. “My parents, with the blessing of the Gods began on a path to try and put the past behind us for good and move into a more enlightened time. In their honor I wish to do the same thing, with this festival being the first of many steps toward the dream that they wished to see come to reality,” she gestured to the sky and a team of dragons flew overhead. Fire spewed from their mouths to light up the sky in a show of force and deadly beauty.

“Welcome my friends to the festival of Miroslav!” a cheer went up from the crowd. “Let's give thanks to the Gods and welcome the chance for new beginnings! A new future of hope, peace and prosperity!”

With the speech done, the music started up and the people began to mingle about the various stalls and booths that were set up. Sign-ups for the games and competitions were open, food was being handed out along with the various drinks that were available. It was time for her to mingle with the people and get a feel for how they felt about her people. Even if the thought of being nice to some mages made her skin crawl she would do what she must for the sake of continued peace.

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Kyree had looked up at the dragons from the Queen of the Akamu. Everything about it was fascinating, beautiful, wondrous and inspiring! It was like she always imagined in her secret world in her mind, full of colors lack of death decay and intential grey hair. She took out her book, a sketchbook, and began to sketch various designs for new clothing. Currently she was wearing a mid length skirt that reached her knees and some leather straps that wove around her legs but without any soles. She wore a cute bright frilly blouse with a dark blue navy chemise string strap underneath. The outfit was of bright blue and teal.

Her ears perked up and twitched as she watched the sights. Real life dragons! Oh they were so majestic. Her tail was up in her exitement and she let out a little purr. She wished to see as much as she could and felt the need to maximize her independence away from her...family...She hated the thought of what that was...it wasn't a family it was a stranger's place a dark place. But perhaps her brother might be here? She would defiantly try to look for him or any signs of him. Her schimitar to her side she walked, wishing to experience the smells and food this had to offer as well as the amusement, games activities, things she never experienced before!

She felt like a kid in a sweets store, and she loved the bright colors of the furs of these people.


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To say Arnia was displeased about the prospect of the Olahn mages wandering around with no collars was the understatement of the century; She was beyond livid. “These are the people that tried to take down this entire kingdom! Yet, here you are! Bending over like a good ****ing and taking it up the ass just to appear like you give a damn about maintaining peace with them?! Are you out of your mind?!” she’d shouted at Maka in the hallway during one such dispute. “You may as well just lay there and take it while they make a second attempt!”

And, each time after that, she made it a point to try and punch Maka in the snout as her own, improved version of “Bad Dog”. If she couldn’t get a hit off on her nose, she’d go straight for the grapple. Had it not been for having some semblance of a dwindling respect for Maka’s “in-the-moment family jewels”, she’d have held her down and shaved her ass.

But, she had to play nice, like a good girl, while entertaining guests from the other kingdoms. So, she’d play nice. Instead of loosing every insult in the book that she thought of as she thought it, she’d bite her tongue.

Instead, she’d await the inevitable “I told you so” scenario to play out. And that moment would be savored for all it was worth, and rubbed into her face. Hard.

A lot of preparation went into the beforehand, not wanting to take any chances. As much as she was a gloater, a prideful ****ing, this was one thing she’d prefer to be wrong about. If an attack was made on Maka’s life, on any of her family’s lives, any gloating would feel selfish and lowly, nothing at all to gloat about; Not until long after when the sting of the attack had worn off. So, she spent the entire day with the Elite, prepping them on what to expect, on how to remain vigilant, where to take up their posts.

And, any of the ones who dared speak back to her were met with a hard kick or were hit with the hilt of her sword.

Regardless of how many times things like this were drilled into them, it was better to be safe and reiterate, than assume and be worse off for it. If they were going to blame her for being thorough and overprotective of the royal family, the ones whose hands held their pathetic lives, then they didn’t deserve the air they breathed.

After they were dismissed to get ready and collect whatever they needed, Arnia remained behind until the last possible second, accounting for any loopholes or errors in their plans she may have missed the first time. Only when she was secure in what she’d decided and the Elite’s posts did she leave to get ready herself. Her hair, which was normally messy and unkempt, was now…slightly less messy and unkempt. There was effort put in to her fauxhawk and some effort in keeping her skin from looking dirt-covered.

And if it wasn’t appreciated by at least one person, someone would rue the day later.

She met Maka and walked her out, taking up her own post and using the smallest of gestures to make sure the others were keeping sharp as she spoke. Her own eyes remained present in the moment, scanning every face, looking for an outward threat. Of course, after the speech was done, though, she had to now be glued to her side.

…Which meant being close to the things…

…Which meant listening to them spouting bullshit about some bullshit peace ****…

…Which meant she had to resist the urge to indulge in her usual reaction to bullshit and focus on the task at hand.

….Well ****, came a bemused thought. Let the games begin.

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It wasn't easy maneuvering through the crowds that wandered the festival, taking in the moments where those both magically touched and untouched could converse in relative ease. Sul leaned on the makeshift staff he had gleaned and carved from a dead tree some time ago, lifting his head to the air and sighing deeply. Despite the cheery veil the festival was meant to display, he could sense the tension. Those of the Akamu kingdom loathed practitioners of the mystic arts, so to suddenly permit them to walk among the citizenry was unheard of. Although Sul had no clue whether to consider himself a part of either group, he knew he was still an outsider, and was taking a risk by partaking in the festivities of this night.

Well, at least the speech was convincing. Sul pondered silently, pushing onward through the mob.

The unique and delicious scent of local cuisine being prepared caught his attention, as he remembered his reason for even considering to attend this tenuous gathering. Gourmet was his vice, something he allowed himself to partake in as often as possible. Despite his blindness, Sul grew to have a knack for discerning different flavors, able to piece together the components of a dish with a mere taste. Food was one of the few things that brought him joy on his journeys... and helped him forget his lonely path.
Slowly and quietly, Sul made his way to and from the different stalls, sampling the refreshing varieties of Akamu cuisine. Finally, after amassing a sizable platter for his meal, he carefully weaved between the gossiping patrons, occasionally sneaking a bite or two, until he reached an unoccupied bench a good distance away. Sitting down he began to eat, wrapped within his own world of flavor and delicacy.

His thoughts continued to wander however, always seeming to return to his odd placement at this gathering. Sul had a feeling his bizarre appearance would draw more attention than he desired, and further lowered his hood to conceal it. After several minutes of blissful gorging, he sensed someone (or something) tugging lightly at the chains of Za'Shrin, which rested upon his shoulders. After setting down his plate and turning slightly in the stranger's direction, he reached out a hand.

"Hello? Who beckons me?"

As his hand fell upon a small slender shoulder, a shaky voice spoke.

"M-mister... can y-you help me?" The little boy, seemingly a ferret or a similar race, was shaking uncontrollably.

Sul hesitated, "Child... where are your parents? Have you been seperated?"

There was a long pause, followed by the low sounds of sobbing. Sighing softly, Sul stood from his place on the bench and placed a hand on the child's head.

"Th- they walked into all those p-people, I can't f-find them. No one will help me!"

Frowning, Sul took the boy's hand and knelt down beside him.

"Come along little one, you won't find your parents standing here crying, no? I'll help you find them."

Grasping the staff he had left propped against the bench he had been sitting on, he moved forward with the kid in tow, delving once more into the masses of people while an uncomfortable knot grew in his stomach...

I don't like this, but I can't just ignore the boy...

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Why... Was all that Shadow could think about. Why was I sent here...some mission. I soft sigh escaped her albino nezumi lips, her red eyes stared up into the sky filled with boredom and attempting to find something interesting to distract her. Her body was covered head to toe with a black cloth, underneath was her leather armor, just hidden so no one gave her too much attention. She could still hear the voices of her superiors, using some lame blood magic to communicate with her while she was trying to sleep after a particularly difficult assassination.

"You are going to this Festival to observe, nothing more." The magically enhanced voice echoed in her temporary abode.

"Why?" Her bored eyes stared into the darkness, knowing only the voice was there.

"In case something happens, we'll tell you what to do then."


She rolled onto her side, deciding to at least pretend she was listening in on the speech. As the current leader of Akamu finished White Shadow just sighed, bored once more. If this is how they're trying to kill it would be kind of them to do it quickly instead of killing me with boredom of all things. Her eyes began to wonder through the crowd, looking for anything to intrigue her.

"Come on...someone, anyone, stir up some trouble please...I don't care if its over a sneeze in your hair just do something." She whispered silently to herself, hoping beyond all hope that someone was kind enough to cause a ruckus for her. I mean for gods' sake, this is prime ground for a war to start in, what with magic users roaming about without any restrictions. Another sigh of utter despair escaped her lips. Right as she was about to hop off the wall she noticed a ferret child walking with someone into the crowd...Oh please be something that kicks things into gear.

Deciding she had enough just laying around on a wall she deftly hopped off, landing without making a sound and made her way towards the duo. She wasn't allowed to cause a commotion so she stayed partially to the shadows, only coming out when she knew no one would even look in her direction. Years of having to blend in the crowd kicking in, it didn't take long until she could walk around openly without having to fret. By this point no one cared who she was or what she was doing. Just a random nezumi having a stroll at a lovely festival, nothing to see here. After a few minutes she was squarely behind the two, watching with a keen eye, and always aware if they even got the slightest hint she was present, melting away if she felt a threat to her being incognito...Let's see what you two are up to...

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Zasha Shall-Iron Claw was never one to be very social. Quiet in fact, you rarely caught her out of her own forge. Even at a time when everyone slept she was hammering on the anvil. For she was constantly creating blades, armors, even sheaths. Some how, Zasha had forced her life to be revolved around her works and weapons. She had certainly not seen herself going to the Festive if it were not for Marcus-Til. He had visited her one night and would not leave until she had promised to come to the Festival. One thing she was certain about Marcus-Til. It had not taken him long to figure out she did not enjoy breaking promises. So he had also made it a very annoying note to remind her of her own promise to go to the Festival of Hope. So there Zasha was, listening to the Queen go on about "Hope" and "Peace!" along with a hint of "Prosperity".... Zasha did not voice her concerns. Though she highly doubted that was what there future was going to involve. Zasha was silent as the others cheered.

She did not really dress up for the occasion. She actually barely bothered to have a mixture of various attractive clothing meant for showing off so called beauty. Zasha had even made this a note to Marcus, but he had just left, then came back at dawn. Bugging her until she payed any attention to him. She had not said a word when he had reveled a pair of clothing that was much like her own. With just the difference of color. Instead of a pair of brown leather leggings, he had given her a pair of leather leggings hitched with an over cover of some attractive velvet red linen. The top was much like what those of wolves would wear. Though it was made from the same material as the Velvet covering for the leggings. She had no doubt that she looked nice. Yet she ignored any complements or fashion tips from the other guests of the Festival. Marcus himself just wore his usual clothing, his usual pair of leggings along with his vest and strange gem necklace.

Zasha was so inclined to ask where Marcus had procured the clothing she had on now as well as his, but he had just shrugged and said something like. "I found thread, I had needle.... took only a few moments to change and mold it to something of beauty and desire." She hardly seen it as something of beauty and desire, but she would humor the leopard. Zasha sighed with relief as the speech was finished and she could just fall into a dark corner or something. Wait for the end of the celebration. In fact, her bright golden eyes were searching for somewhere of comfort now.

Marcus-Til had entered the area of the Festival with his good friend Zasha. Of course he knew that Zasha did not see him as a friend, but more of a useful tool for getting things done at the forge and out of it. As of late he had been traveling the different cities and towns of Akamu and was trying to get the attention of a certain fox inn owner. He figured he had better make friends and soon. Though what he considered trying to get the attention of her was just sitting at a table in the corner and trying to think of how to become friends with others, while staring at her to much a little accidentally. He had really barely guessed he was staring at her. For he was mostly spaced out and trying to think of how he would say hi one day in a friendly manner. When the Queen of Akamu had finished speaking he had seen how Zasha's eyes searched for something. So he grabbed her shoulder and turned her around slowly. "Zasha.... you promised me you would come, if you just-." he searched for the right words. "-If you just ditch it would count as not coming here at all." He said to her.

Zasha rolled her eyes at Marcus. "Look, I know I promised you this, but it does not mean that I am going to become your close friend... okay?" she lightly growled. "You just caught me in a promise that I never wanted to keep in the first place."
A sigh escaped her as she walked away. Knowing she had been to harsh, yet also knowing it would be good for the Leopard to know what she had been thinking.
Marcus just shrugged as Zasha pushed through the crowd. So he just nodded to a few of the other guests, then moved off the the side of the Festivity. Trying to find something to distract him from the feeling of abandonment he received as Zasha admitted her anger to him. The feeling was similar to the one he had when he was younger and he traveled to Akamu in search of his mother.


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Cinder-Fur was, by any optimist’s perception, old for a nezumi. He was about to be on the doorstep of six decades of life in the Mirelands, a feat that was fairly uncommon in and of itself, but much less so for someone who had seen so much conflict. When he’d received news of the festival out in Akamu, he’d hardly given it any real thought. Many things that passed in front of the fire-furred king seemed to be passed over quickly.

But Cinder-Fur had a great mind for these things, and discussion with his son during a visit to inspect The Supreme Wall had brought it back to the forefront. His son, possessing his departed mother’s instinct when it came to provoking thought in Cinder-Fur, asked him if he had ever wished to see the rest of the world in a way that did not involve smoldering, sulfur-scented fields of battle. The Grand-Boss had simply replied that such pleasant ideas were the result of youth.

But when his old bones protested his decision to visit Lost-Isles for inspection during a snowstorm a few days later, he did give the idea careful thought. Taking some time to groom one of his favorite Silk Moths in the thrumming heart of Black-Rock Citadel often afforded him some time to indulge himself in feeling old. Even Dusk-Walker, a cherished friend and retainer in his court, was often instructed to leave the old rat to his thoughts when he entered the moth’s nest.

Why would the fabled Flint-Clawed leader of the nezumi wish to see anything but the Mirelands? Young nezumi often chittered on about the black, murky filth of the swamp, but their elders saw great beauty in it. Cinder-Fur was older than most, and in his eyes the vast regions of the Mirelands were the most splendidly beautiful things he could imagine, even when they were their ugliest. Their grit and harshness made the nezumi what they were, and their leader cherished that.

But just as Cinder-Fur could identify the follies of the young, he could pick out the stubbornness of the old. His decision had taken enough time that sending a response before departing would be unfeasible, but it wasn’t in nezumi style to announce one’s presence before the appropriate time. No one would really expect the Patriarch of the Gunpowder Dynasty to come to some foolish festival in worship of gods nezumi did not care for. At the very least, no reasonable person would, let alone a nezumi.

Just as well, Cinder-Fur didn’t really expect an answer other than a firm glare and scowl when he’d asked Lady White-Fur to accompany him. She responded exactly as he had expected, but it never hurt to try.

So when the sun shining over the festival grounds was momentarily muddied by the silent, gentle wings of Cinder-Fur’s entourage arriving at the festival, and more notably, no one ought to have been more surprised than any nezumi in attendance: silk-moths of that fine a quality could surely only belong to one rat, and the silver-spackled shine of his red fur in the sunlight only would’ve confirmed the impossibly unlikely.

Cinder-Fur had come to Akamu.

Some distance behind the moths a larger airship lumbered into view, metal dull in the sunlight, and idling off at the edge of the city. The moths circled the city’s upper-district before fluttering silently down to the ground. Cinder fur hopped down from his mount, patting the moth gently as his entourage followed suit. The Grand Boss flicked his gaze over to Dusk-Walker as some guards approached, looking bewildered and somewhat furious. Earth-Splitter seemed to eat the daylight itself, refusing to reflect the light overhead.

One guard, a younger fellow, politely but firmly asked the party of nezumi for some identification, Cinder-Fur chuckled and reached up to thump the blade of his great axe. “Is that how you great foreign leaders here in Akamu? Ah, well, I guess I don’t get out very much. Traveling credentials, though? Well, there’s the moths, my fur, and Earth-Splitter. You might ask any nezumi and they would immediately identify me.” The elder nezumi explained mirthfully. The elder rat drew the guards’ attention to the retainer of exquisite examples from the Great Clans, all watching them intently. Cinder-Fur waved them down gently. “This is my retainer. I’d leave some here to watch the moths while I have a look around, if you don’t mind. Sorry about the landing, but they’re fairly delicate things, and I figured this was as protected a place as any to keep them.” Cinder-Fur explained. “Now then, I don’t think I’d be wrong in assuming your young ruler is in town, would I? If you’d be kind enough to escort us to meet them, that would be helpful. It won’t do to leave an old ninja roaming around your city unattended, would it?” he added, looking off at the airship perched off in the distance. “We need a place for that to drop some things off, too. Gifts for the festival, of course. A nezumi specialty we rarely get to show off outside The Supreme Wall.”

Cinder-Fur stared for a moment at the bewildered looking guards before ushering them along with his hands. “Well? Go on then, lead on.” He instructed, motioning for Dusk-Walker to follow him and the rest of his retainer to guard the moths.


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It was hard for Kyree to NOT miss the spectacle of the important Rat nobleman with the silk moths arriving. Silk moths were beautiful to be sure! It's a shame that a small percentage of the silk moth population had to be killed in their cocoon state to make the silk that goes into fabrics. Not to mention what the silk worms ate would determine the quality of the silk and whether or not they were stuck together to make Dupion silk or separated for different silk. Care was taken to be sure and these moths looked well cared for. And the guards looked on edge, ready to start a fight. Kyree frowned at the sight, sure the moths were magnificent, arguably the most magnificent thing about the sceptical...but what looked like an army was brought here. While Kyree didn't agree with people judging and labelling people as enemies just how they were born as she did judge on their actions and to a lesser extent first impressions.

The colorful kitty watched from a good distance away. The Nezumi's entourage looked ominous almost as if they were there to start a fight. Many didn't trust them, perhaps this was one of the reasons why. Still not all Nezumi seemed eager for a fight but the judgement was there all the same. Kyree loved their silks and loved buying them though they were usually expensive. Shrewd as their merchants usually were, the quality was almost always worth it. Kyree hoped that this foreboding display wasn't a display of yet another war to come. Do cultures care not for their people that they'll start wars only for their people and their families to die? In physical strength cultures could be strong...but to go to war was...in her mind...a mental weakness and lack of willpower.

This was a festival of Peace, surely an airship and aggressive guards weren't needed. Guards were needed yes but these seemed eager to start a fight and ruin the peace. Kyree liked this place, Akamu, and would enjoy coming again. However if the Nezumi started something she wondered if the blame would be twisted and placed on the mages which in turn would arise tensions and cause an all out world war. What was the point of war other than grief, despair, pride? Kyree shook her head and then averted her eyes from the rich rat only to turn and see another rat in the crowd, this one albino. The albino seemed like she was intent on something, and as natural to a cat's curiosity, Kyree decided to follow for a bit. The white rat seemed to be following a human man holding onto a ferret child. Humans in lands other than their own tend to be rare but a bit more common if they are of mage blood in Olahn. This one...he looked blind.

One thing Kyree couldn't figure out as to why would the rat be following them? And why was a ferret child with a human? Was out-of-species adoption practised? Regardless, Kyree decided to put the thought of Rich Rat with entourage to the back of her head now. There was really no one she could voice her concerns to anyhow without some kind of negative repercussions...even from those she feel she helped. Agression, Agitation... did the citizens of this planet wish an all out total annihilation of everyone to be happy? Peace...true peace was friendship and accepting of others. This hopefully was the beginning of true peace and Kyree wished for it to remain that way. Even if rich and powerful idiots didn't agree with her views. No matter how smart a ruler was or a noble...the moment they start a war with someone else proves they have succumbed to their own darkness in their hearts and wish their own families to suffer the same as their enemies. You hit someone...why are you surprised they hit back? Weakness. The people of the kingdom were its greatest strength, but with such a leader could be its greatest weakness. Friendships had to be made, and Kyree wished to follow this human and ferret child, hoping there would be no drama as she watched the white rat out of mild curiosity.


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The uneasiness growing within him as each second passed, Sul clutched the small hand of the ferret boy, pushing onward through the pedestrian mob. The child, no longer crying, began to call for his parents in hopes of their urgent arrival, but his faint and quivering shouts were drowned by the din of the people around. Continuing their strange journey, Sul discerned a minor gust in the air that sent slight shivers up the bared skin of his forearms, unaware of the creatures that passed overhead and their Nezumi passengers. Without warning, the ferret boy stopped, his head low and tears down to the tip of his little nose. Though he attempted to make no noise, Sul could feel the tremors of his body through the pads on the child's hand and fingers. Letting out a slow breath, he knelt down beside the boy and placed another hand on his fur covered head, rubbing it gently.

"Come on little cub, be strong." he whispered, "I know your parents must be around here somewhere."

A small empty circle formed around them as most of the crowd that noticed the blind man and ferret child distanced themselves from the odd pair, whispering in hushed undertones. Sul, while unable to see the attention drawn to him, could hear the lowered voices of the festival patrons. He lowered his head, smiling awkwardly.

"Really..." He mouthed quietly, "I'm hopeless aren't I?"

The boy looked at him confused, tugging his shoulder.
"Mister, are you okay?"
With a sudden exclamation, Sul hefted the kid into the air and sat him upon his shoulders, the ferret's tiny legs straddling his neck. This shocked the child, who looked down at the man with a stunned expression.

"Yohah! Let us go find your family!" he stated in a cheery, confident voice, "You will have to be my eyes and my ears, okay little one?"
Nodding excitedly, the boy clung to Sul's head, his fallen tears seemingly forgotten.
"So what is your name?" Sul asked, ignoring the parting crowd that eyed the duo warily. The child's head bobbed as he strode ahead, blissfully ignorant of the pursuers that remained some distance behind.
"B-bienni... sir..."

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As White Shadow continued to follow the strange pair of human and ferret child she began to feel a disturbance in the air. Not a strong one at first, but only grew in strength until its source arrive. A Nezumi entourage. The albino nearly stopped in her tracks at the sudden revelation that Cinder-Fur was here. She had heard such rumors that he would possibly be coming, but she had simply thought them rumors. For him to actually be here brought slight happiness to her heart. She had always admired her ruler's capability and understanding of his citizens...and could never bring herself to blame him for her troubled youth. She at first wanted to, but as her time in the Mire Shadows wore on she realized that Cinder-Fur couldn't keep up with everything, and was trying his best, so blaming him for her isolated incident, no matter how common it truly was, was foolhardy.

While she was distracted she forgot about the other disturbance nearby. A new figure was following her, something that would've surprised her since she was sure that she was keeping herself under a low profile. But instead, for just a moment, she forgot where she was and took in the wonder of Cinder-Fur's arrival. But just as quickly as it began it went away and the powerful feeling of being followed raced through her entire body. Who in their right mind would even care to follow me? Was it another assassin? No...this person has no training of that calibre. She thought to herself, slowly analyzing her mysterious follower without even moving to see. It is a she...and she's not very good at hiding her own presence, but I congratulate her on her observation skills...

While she was still considering what she should do, she almost didn't notice the human and ferret stop. Barely catching it, she blended into the crowd once more, as a small scene began to unfold. So he is blind... She observed as she now took the time to get a better look at the human before her. As she continued to observe the feeling of being followed persisted and annoyed her to no end. I'll have to deal with her...but I can't make a scene like that pair...too much attention. With that she melted away, disappearing into the crowd, becoming a face among hundreds, all but invisible to even the careful eye.

She followed the sense of the follower...and it turned out to be a cat. Why is she following me I wonder. She noticed the scimitar and suspected that whoever she was, she wasn't a fool and so Shadow couldn't fear her into talking. But she had to know. So quietly she made her way over to the cat person, not trying so hard to hide herself, knowing that most likely this stranger had still followed her movements in the crowd. It wasn't long until she appeared at the stranger's side, far enough away to not attract attention, but close enough so she would possibly hear her.

Out of instinct one of her hands drifted beneath her clothing, brushing against her crossbow attached across her chest, just in case this strange cat-lady tried anything. Her level of trust was about as high as the commonness of her fur color. Well, let's get this over with. With that she took a small breath and spoke without looking to the person in question. "You've been following me for a while now...if I may ask, why?" While she spoke, her eyes kept on the spectacle of the man and ferret child, still interested by what they were doing.

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"Hello, it is a pleasure to meet you too." Kyree responded. She flexed and tilted her body slightly, not in a way to be a threat but in a small amount of dance. A dance that she usually performed with her schimitar in her hand. "You know for someone so beautiful on the outside, you sure hide it away. I see in my head a look that would look so much more flattering on you and would aid in you blending in more. A nice burgandy long sleeved loose weave sheer fine soft linen blouse or better yet Rayon with a beautiful black corsett with silver trim and metal bits. For leggings I see a mixture of knee cute shorts and a nice straight A-Line skirt with Nezumi Frog Clasp." Kyree addressed.

Kyree smiled at the albino rat before continuing "Please, let us enjoy the evening and allow me to make you something that is more befitting for this event. After all, a pretty lady should dress pretty and I do think you will be most happy with my designs." Kyree then looked at the interesting crossbow harness, yet she didn't flinch despite knowing that this suspicious rat lady was quite dangerous. "I'm sorry you're in pain, at least for tonight here try to be happy. In fact I can embroider that harness for you, make it truly unique if you preferred. You might tell me that the Nezumi have master crafts, many of you like to...how you say...garnish. Yet even then I'm fond of outside stories. I see you're interested in the Human-ferret kit duo. Instead of standing here itching for a fight, let us go together hmm? This is a festival of peace and hope, please let's cast any differences we may or may not feel about each other for this night. I'll admit my curiosity is piqued about the duo, and even though you may deny it you're quite curious about it yourself now hmmm?"

Kyree's movements demonstrated she could be quite quick toe to toe in close combat, yet a crossbow was designed for range and not that. "Would you care to be my frienemy for the evening, miss?" She asked, her sapphire eyes looking into the white rat's ruby eyes.


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As the cat spoke White Shadow simply groaned at the exaggeration of the importance of looking nice at parties. Though the she had to admit, the outfit she described was interesting, Shadow's practical side screamed that it was pointless, and would only limit her capability to fight properly if she needed to by the orders of the Mire-Shadows. It was when the female spoke of pain that White Shadow turned her attention away from the human and ferret child pair. One of her brows arched, not in confusion persay but more in awe that this cat was able to see something so hidden that easily. Just how did she... She became lost in thought, caught off guard by such a comment.

When the comment about the ferret and human was brought to the forefront of the conversation, White Shadow shook her head of her previous thoughts, now looking back at the duo mentioned. "Hmm...Yes I am interested in the pair you mentioned." For some unknown reason to her, she felt oddly comfortable around this complete stranger. Was it the fact that she saw through her so easily...that was the only logical explanation Shadow could think of.

When the cat brought up walking together for the remainder of the party, White Shadow simply shook her head before shrugging. It would allow her to go mostly unnoticed with greater ease...and the outfit she suggested would also help in this, but if less extravagant. In her mind it was already made up, but then she noticed the subtle combat related hints...I see...she's no stranger to combat either, but she does lack experience, at least my level of it. A slight smile spread on her lips, with a slight wink following. "Sure, not like I had much else to do." As she said this she tapped her nose slightly, signifying the sharpened claws and some visible scars hidden partially beneath her fur, signifying that though the crossbow showed a ranged combatant, she was not against melee combat if need be.

Part of her always enjoyed when fellow fighters "flirted" their capabilities. It was in a way, a dance. A very slow and intricate dance that no one but the two participants could see and enjoy. In some ways it was passionate in nature, like two lovers embracing after too long being apart, only these two lovers were prepared to kill. It was by this point that she was caught off guard by the piercing sapphire eyes now staring into or blood red orbs. When people say, the "eyes are the windows to the soul" it is not entirely accurate. What would be more accurate is that they are windows into someone's past. Every love, pain, and deep sadness could be revealed to the trained eye with a simple look. White Shadow saw all this through those deep blue eyes...and, she felt sympathy. "Frienemies...how about acquaintances? No need to make it already sound hostile." Her mind raced, she was confused. Why was she suddenly feeling open towards this completely random cat. Was she cracking after so long? She would find out later, she was still here for the Mire-Shadows, that didn't mean she couldn't at least try enjoy it.

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"Acquaintances, I rather like that word!" Kyree exclaimed happily. The ruby eyed rat lady had the same eyes as Kater, angry...hurt...stressing to be the best to prove oneself to everyone. Kyree didn't like those eyes, they were so sad and full of pain. Kyree would of had those eyes too had she not pretended to be happy when she was really sad. Now she has grown the ability to hide her pain with a smile unless someone really...really hurt her, like her father or that horrid mage Maipa the Drull-Wit. "My name is Kyree, Kyree of Bright Colors, a seamstress/fashion designer first and sword dancer second. "

By sword dancer she of course meant with scimitar and being able to lithe dance with it while fighting, a sort of grace. She did not set out to assassinate people but she could hold her own moderately as she practised every single day. She hoped to practice more with it, more than what she was born with. Perhaps she could finally have a sparring partner and learn so much more. The human and ferret kit seemed on the verge of being ostracised for being an odd couple rather than being helped. People who did this, segregating others, that just made more problems for them in the long run than being nice in the short run. Someone who is constantly bullied and not shown any positive nor have any dreams or will powerful grows to be a menace to society a criminal of some sort. The kit seemed still at an impressionable age from what Kyree had noticed. And when you work in the field of Fashion design, you had to pay attention to detail. What a person is like and what they would like to wear around them how their body worked with certain colors and styles of pattern and of course the right fabric for the right occasion.

As she turned to offer walking side by side with the rate, Kyree asked "What is your name miss?" She hoped that in walking the both of them could catch up with the human and ferret boy, who by now was riding on the human's shoulder.


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It felt good, at least to some degree to be there among the people and not just her own. To see the Akamu and those from the other Kingdoms interacting and being together, it felt good to some degree. The humans were always a fun sight, if only for how strange and odd they looked. They lacked the fur, claws, fangs and everything else that would make them seem normal. As she moved through the crowd, most parted to allow her through, the Queen was well known among her people as was her sister. The human sibling was known for how serious she took her job and with Mages being allowed within the city walls, she had worked the guards into high alert.

However, even with that known Maka wore a smile and made it a point to reach out to her people. Hugs were exchanges, hands shakes and murmured words of blessings to invoke the protection and guidance of their patron Gods. It was friendly, warm and most of allowed her people to know that she cared about them.

As she paused at the arm-wrestling contest, intent to join the next round, when shadows fell on the crowd from overhead. A gaze cast skyward and the sight of the great moths drew a smirk to her lips, “They do know how to make an entrance,” she said softly to no one in particular. The Moths disappeared from view and a few moments later a group of guards made their way through the people to her.

“My Queen,” the captain addressed her with bowed head, arm crossed over his chest and his fist atop his heart.

“Captain, what do I owe this formality?”

“An entourage from the Nezumi has arrived,” the captain spoke and glanced over his own shoulder to the group that was being lead over. He had apparently ran ahead to inform Maka in advance.

“Of course. Thank you, Captain.” A nod to dismiss him was given then she looked to the group as they neared. “My lord Cinder-Fur,” she spoke when he was stopped before her, a half bow of respect given to him. “So glad that you could make it! I was not sure you would make it and no word was sent from your Kingdom, or I would have made sure you were properly greeted,” her voice was friendly and inviting as she greeted the elder leader. “You remember my sister, Arnia” an introduction given with a gesture to the female beside her. “Can I interest you in some refreshment? A drink or something to eat?” she gestured to the vendors who were busy handing out their products.

Vaguely she remembered that she might have met the older Nezumi when her parents visited the Mire-Lands for a political occasion. Trade relations and talk, if she remembered correctly, though she likely was mistaken as that age she had far less of an attention span for such things. It was at this moment that she realized she might have seemed a bit too eager be accommodating, to the other Kingdom ruler. As if there was extra weight to prove to herself and the others that she could do the job despite her age.

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A small smile played on White Shadows lips. There was something about this Kyree that she liked, but she couldn't put her claw on it. That was until she looked into those eyes again. Sapphire... She had to quickly look away, now gazing at the odd duo seeming to be surrounded now as more and more people were confused by the random pairing before them. It was a strange sight for sure but that didn't mean they had to be frowned upon. Shadow herself found it simply interesting, and wanted to see what they would do, not ridicule their actions.

Now looking back at Kyree, the cat lady, she was once again lost in her eyes. Blinking a few times to stop ogling at them she decided to focus in the general area of her face and try to ignore those deep blue eyes. That's when she realized, she was being asked her name. Should I tell her my real name? She wasn't too sure, she hadn't really had to communicate with others beyond partners on a job, so telling her name to others was strange to her. Blinking once she decided there was no harm as long as she didn't mention her occupation too specifically.

"My name is White Shadow, mercenary." Not entirely true, but the concept is what she was aiming for. Even though saying she was an assassin wasn't too specific either (that didn't mean she was a Mire-Shadows exactly), she would still rather be safe than sorry. "Not the most 'peaceful' of occupations but it pays the bills, and I enjoy the challenge." Was all she said to clarify her job.

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Ristina messinata could indulge herself with festivities of the city. The inn was in need of tending and people were often in and out of the inn bringing with them nasty attidudes or happy people who would never be quite. She was never one for celebrations because the inn always got crowded cause of them. Her left hand was currently wiping down the counter with an intent to keep it clean.

The crowds passed in and left just as quickly. There were only 3 rooms left and those rooms had been reserved by guests of another kingdom. So people were now leaving as quickly as they came muttering words about how great their queen is. She loved the queen as a leader but not enough to fawn over the wolf. Nor had she ever met the queen.

A window sign was on the door with the words open for a food and drinks only. No more rooms avaliable. It was a common courtasy to let passer-byers know what they can get. Her outfit was a made of soft red linen that she had bought with money from her short time in the army. Though she was on reserve still so a small paycheck came her way every once in a while. A little thank you for your services in a way.

Her regular leapord was not here. This surprised her as the man seemed to take a liking to the inn. It could not have been her he was here for or so she reasoned. Zasha had to be the one he was fawning after. The dress was in style because the festive colors. People sat in the inn eating and drinking.

A pair from seperate kingdoms sat chatting about politics. The surprise here was that the wolf was able to hold his tongue. Once the conversation was over the wolf walked past her leaving an extra tip on the table.

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Marcus Til had no real reason for wanting this to be the best night he had spent in Akamu. As far as he remembered... he had come to Akamu following his mother and trying to find her when she had seemingly disappeared from one moment to the next as he went up a trail. He rounded a turned, then not to much longer he had gotten lost. Or, as he liked to think of it Went the right way, but missed something. Although Marcus did miss something, it was not as simple as that, he had went down the completely wrong way that his mother had left to. Now, with Zasha escaping into the crowd. It had felt just like that again, maybe he had missed something this time to. He would not dwell on it though. If Zasha wanted to not be his friend. He would not force her.

Marcus was not one to bug people. Much like Zasha, he lived a secluded life. Even though unlike her he actually tried to meet people and hang out with them. Even say hi quiet a bit. They were the ones whom just replied in kind then left him to his search of something he did not quiet know he was searching for himself. After a while, he noticed that he was not surrounded by people. Then he realized where he was. Somehow, he had managed to make his way to the Inn. He shrugged as he made his way inside. Then looked upon the Inn keeper. He gazed upon the dress, marveling at the red. He had never really thought of the Fox as one to follow the Festivity. But then again she did live here and must feel as though she should follow the request of the theme being red. He himself was wearing his usual clothing. One thing that Zasha had missed though. Was a red material tied around his upper right arm. He had nothing red to really wear and he, unlike what he did for Zasha, found it allot harder to find something that fit him so well and looked nice at the same time. Marcus realized he must have been looking for to long, so he just quickly nodded to her and moved off to his usual place in the Inn. A lowly table in the corner. It was not the most popular spot in the establishment. So maybe that was why he sat there.
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Zasha ferreted her way through the crowd until she managed to be in a controlled zone. She finally felt as though she could breath. Zasha looked around and noticed someone having troubles not gawking at a cats eyes. Still, even that was not odd enough for her to calm down. There was just to many people. Most of the residents in Akamu were raised by the cities and by everyone in the cities. A split duty you might say. Though it was not the same for Zasha, she was raised mostly by her mother and a blacksmith. She was to scared at the time to consider letting other people in to her life. So, instead of mingling like Marcus asked, she walked off to the side and let her back fall against a wall. She slid down it and moved into a sitting position. Her head leaning back.

Zasha sure hoped that Marcus would celebrate quicker so that they could leave. She may not have listened to him about mingling and hurt his feelings, but she knew if she just left abruptly, it would make him lose trust in her. Well, it was not like Zasha actually wanted him to trust her. It was just that she did not want him to be upset. She really was not good at the emotional stuff. It would be best to just wait here and attempt to avoid all contact as possible. She closed her eyes trying to imagine her forge. She would only be here a little while... she told herself. I will get back to my ordinary self whence Marcus is done here, then I can catch up on my forging.... she opened her eyes. Then crossed her arm over her knee.


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Having scanned most of the faces in the crowd that swarmed around the central fountain, and with the noise seeming to escalate to a deafening roar, Bienni's little ears began to droop once more, and Sul could sense the ferret child's motivation draining rapidly. He decided to start getting the attention of strangers at random to find out if the parents had passed through before them, but most ignored him, waved him off, or replied with a curt no. He knew humans were looked down on, and that they were considered "inferior" by some of the larger races in particular, but his patience was growing short...

Surely there is someone here with the decency to at least pay mind to a lost child... he pondered to himself. As much as he enjoyed keeping the boy company in order to raise his spirits, Bienni needed to be with his parents, enjoying the festival as any child should. After being shrugged off for the twentieth time, or at least what felt like it, Sul began to wonder if humans really were as overlooked as they seemed. Finally, as several minutes passed by with little success, the unlikely pair breached the far end of the mob, the fresh, body-less air sweeping across their faces and reinvigorating them, if only a little. Suddenly, Sul felt the boy's body jump from his shoulders sligtly, as he pulled back to keep him from falling.

"Hey hey!" he scolded calmly, "You'll hurt yourself taking off like that!"

Ignoring his words as any healthy young child would do, Bienni eagerly bounced upon Sul's shoulders, pointing forward in cheerful ignorance of the man's blindness.

"Maybe they went in there!" the child said impatiently, "Let's go look!"

Moving forward, Sul followed the direction of the boy as he urged him toward a small inn just outside the fountain square. They entered only to face another smaller crowd, which seemed to encircle a pair of troublemaking customers with shallow tempers. A few of the tenants were attempting to keep them apart, but the aggression continued as the fiery patrons tried to push the peacekeepers aside. Ignoring the tumult, Sul moved forward, carving a small path among the audience. It could be noted that Sul was fairly large, towering over most other humans and many of the beast races, with a defined muscularity that seemed inverse of his considerate and gentle nature. He understood his peculiar bear-like build, but did everything in his power to ignore it, hoping that his actions would instead speak for his true nature. As he cleared through with Bienni perched upon his shoulders, Sul found himself dead between the debating fools that had drawn so much attention.

The ferret boy poked his cheek in slight alarm, as every pair of eyes in the room fell on Sul, who stood motionless. Even the bickering of the men on each side of him ceased as they gazed at his large form.

"The front d-desk is over there... m-mister." Bienni stuttered timidly as he pointed to one side, his gaze flicking about the lobby.

Once more, finding the unwanted attention fixated upon himself, due in no small part to his own blind blundering, a sigh escaped Sul.
Well, now that I'm already here and in the limelight...
He rotated his covered head to each side, as if acknowledging the silenced men he couldn't see, then spoke.

"You know," He stated in an even voice with slightly annoyed undertones, "it is quite disappointing to witness you both disrespecting the Queen in such a manner. She went out of her way to hold this festival, based on the peace and prosperity many so urgently desire, and all you seem to care about is your own selfish squabble..."

Lifting a startled Bienni from his shoulders, Sul lowered him to the ground and allowed the child to lead him rightward, throwing a sideways comment as he passed one of the perpetrators, a wolf.

"I would be most ashamed if I had knowingly spat in the face of my respectable leader with such childish conduct."

As Sul passed through the rest of the gathering, his patience sapped, the pair approached the lobby counter, behind which a young white fox with light yellow markings stood. Placing his hands on the counter, Sul smiled.

"Hello miss... I have a question to ask." He spoke gently, so as not to intimidate or alarm her. He had already drawn to much attention as it were, "The child I am with is lost, and his parents are nowhere to be found... Is there any chance you have seen a mustelid couple pass through here?"

Sul gestured to Bienni, who stood on his tip-toes and lifted his muzzle above the edge of the counter, gazing shyly at the lady fox with wide eyes.


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Cinder-Fur grinned toothily, the silver-spackled fur of his snout wrinkling somewhat with the motion. “I do remember your parents bringing a few little pups around.” He explained. “But you have certainly grown since.”

The rat did not bow, but did move in a bit closer to the queen and mutter cheerfully. “Our cultures have not been in contact for a while, so there’s a bit of a divide on this. In the Mirelands, we don’t bow to those we respect- actually, if a nezumi bows to you at all, it’s done mockingly. But for politeness sake, I’ll make way for your custom.” He explained before stepping back, folding his hands, and lightly bowing. “I’ll give you a nice bit of catch-up on our culture, should you have time to talk, of course.” He continued, looking around. Though the rat was old and spry, sometimes he did like to get off of his feet for a moment. Spying a chair, he stepped over to it. “Old bones and all that.” He chuckled, sitting down- there was benefit to seeming older than he was, too, of course.

“I hardly expect you to entertain me, Queen Maka. You must be quite busy, but I didn’t think it proper to come to town and not make myself known.” He explained. He nodded lightly to the Princess. “You both might’ve been around my daughters’ age back when I would’ve seen you. They’ve wanted to travel- perhaps I’ll send them out this way, husbands permitting.” He mused for a moment. The Fire-Furred King rolled his shoulders slightly and perked up.

“But yes, I probably would’ve sent notice ahead if I’d decided to come a bit quicker. Nezumi are stubborn; your kind must at least know that, hmm? Still, we came bearing gifts. Brought something of a show for later, out on the airship- though I hear you all tend to have dragons around, and they really ought to be out of the sky before I give the go ahead for that.” Cinder-Fur chuckled, taking to his feet again and walking up to one of the guards and motioning for a box- handed to them by part of his entourage when they’d landed- before turning around with it.

“What was I on about before? Right right, the bowing thing. Yes, if you’re dealing with folk from the swamp, and you respect them, do not bow. If they respect your power, they will not bow in return- it shows enough respect that a nezumi at least indicates that he’d rather keep his eyes on you than lower his gaze.” Cinder-Fur explained. “A nezumi bows to inferiors- but that’s all just a faux-pas, nothing major. I do remember your parents, though- I gave them a gift much like this during their visit, though our stocks were smaller, then. Coffers thinner. War and plague do that.” Cinder continued.

The older rat cracked open the unassuming little box to show a small ream of white silk, about as thick as a strong bicep. “Enough for a dress, perhaps. I’m not familiar with fashion in general, much less your local fare.” He chuckled. “But… I suppose it’s worth getting out to see things for a while. If you’ve got plans for the day, Queen Maka, don’t let me slow you down. I can make my way around the streets well enough, I assure you. Otherwise- well, you might’ve been able to tell that an old rat does like to talk.”


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All the closeness had Arnia…circumspect, at best. She understood what this festival meant for their people, and for the relations among the other kingdoms as a whole. That this was a show of good faith, bringing to the forefront that they could, in fact, come together for something positive.

That didn’t, however, change her mind set on anything that was pre-existing. Maka having to be so close to everyone, hugging, greeting them in the way she did…the sour taste in her mouth was almost enough to make her nose curl in disgust. But, she knew better. She knew that just the smallest gesture could be the difference between all-out war and a maintained peace. No matter what she felt for their kind, their people, and the lingering bad blood, she’d bite her tongue, smiling and nodding when needed.

Thankfully, that wasn’t too often.

As she was just the sister, a human princess among wolves, she wasn’t paid as much mind. Her job was to keep the rest of the elite in line and make sure no disruptions would cause any unnecessary disturbance. Her job was to make sure that no attempt was made on Maka’s life like that of her parents’.

So, while she played buddy-buddy with every person who begged her attention, Arnia was…thinking. An occasional nod to act like she was following whatever asinine conversation was being held, but in reality she was well beyond the conversation.

While speaking to one of her own kingdom, Maka playing catch up, Arnia had to fight the urge to eye roll. …Oh you have children? That’s cute. No. One. Cares, came a bemused thought. What’d you do? Hump for nine months, push this ****ing out of your crotch? Can they fight? No? Useless. They **** and **** all over themselves for the rest of their life until I have to beat the ****ing out of them and make them into something more. If I can do it. I’m not a ****ing miracle worker.

Each conversation was more dull than the last, everything in her screaming to find some action. She wanted a fight, a brawl, someone to arrest. Anything to liven up this “party”. What sort of festival has no fighting? she asked herself before an idea came to mind. …I wonder how many I could take out before Maka caught on and tried to stop me…? The bastard behind me doesn’t seem too hard…Could easily punch him in the face… she thought, using her peripheral to hazard a glance toward the others. That one looks like a screamer so a knife to the thigh might not be the right route…but if she turned around to admonish me, I’d throat punch her! We’re family, so it’s not so bad, right? If she couldn’t take it, she shouldn’t have dished it out for years, came her reasoning as they shifted to new people to converse with.

Moving onward to another couple, this one including a middle-aged woman, a human, who didn’t look of any particular importance, she had to fight hard not to turn her nose up at the voice. It was so nasally, congested. “I have a cold,” she’d told Maka as though it mattered. A cold? Arnia thought incredulously. How…in the actual ****…did you manage…to get a cold here? Did you lay, tits down, on an ice block and say “take me now, cold! I want you to wreak havoc on my nasal passages and make me sound like a pre-pubescent male whose balls have yet to drop!”? Where the hell did you get that much ice?! And who the **** married you, you pathetic piece o-

Just then, a moth caught her attention, eyes leaving the sorry state of the woman before her to follow its movement. Not trusting herself to remain professional in her vernacular, she instead caught Maka’s eye and gestured toward it discretely. THE NEZUMI! YES! THEY START ****, RIGHT?! ACTION! Her inner thoughts immediately picked up, a sort of child-like giddy settling in. Had it not been for the captain running up to them to introduce them, she’d have yanked Maka toward them, if only to see something go down.

The captain came running ahead, and she had to contain her excitement, waiting for some report of something, anything, anything that gave her an excuse to hit people. But…it was merely to announce their presence, her jaw tightening as she felt incredibly disheartened. All her hopes dashed in a split second.

Remaining as kind as she could, she looked over Cinder, remembering who he was but not particularly caring one way or the other who he was to any degree whatsoever. Instead, any thoughts she had turned to him and Maka’s exchange.

…Old…he smells old… she thought while her peripheral roved over him. I feel bad for any of the wolves with their heightened smell and ****. If it’s that bad for me, I’d imagine everyone to the borders of Akamu could smell him…Why hasn’t he been put out to pasture yet? A quick glance at the entourage milling about. Put him out of his misery. Quick. Lob off the head, and bury him way down where no one could smell him. Simple. …Burning would smell too badly, so we’ll skip that and go straight to the burial. Hell, I’d do that now if Maka wouldn’t clock me. A pause as she perked a brow, looking like she was paying attention and offered him a nod. Yes, a nod, like I’m paying attention…aaaaaaaand back to my original train of thought.

A train of thought that shifted to Maka. Dear god, could you be more desperate to be accommodating? she thought with disgust, fighting the urge to curl her lip in that physical show of the aforementioned disgust. Want to offer him your room to stay in? Your Kingdom? Your vagina? May as well offer that up to; lay on your back legs wide open and wait for him to do the deed. Another pause as she considered it. Or on your knees…whatever. You’re offering yourself up like the ****ing you were being about the Olahn. What next? Going to let the Mages collar the rest of us? Weak, pathetic, ****ing. If I were him, I’d take you for all you were worth.

Nodding as though she were paying attention, she eyed the gift and again, resisted the urge to roll her eyes. …Because we use silk all the time. You know…let’s get all fancy and made up to go into war. That’s what we’ll do. **** the armor. Give me a silk dress to shake my ass in and become the pussified leader they assume I am. God, Maka, you need a good beating to get this **** together.

But none of this was portrayed outwardly. No, she was the pillar of her job, of what was expected. The guardian, the princess, ever attentive with the lightest of smiles on her face while keeping tabs on the rest of the guard and her sister; A sister she wanted to cold clock in the jaw and beg, and plead (she wasn’t above either) for some action. Anything to liven this dull festival up.

Or at least some eye candy. Anyone that looked like they could handle a night with her would do just fine.

Literally anything. She’d give her left tit for action right then.

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