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Posted on March 1, 2014 at 05:27:55 AM by Heyel
 Maybe the girl was dropped on her head as a small pup, I can hardly say, the child seeming to not only take delight in her own ridiculous name, but seem utterly content to murder my own with her lazy tongue. Heyel, I will admit, is neither common nor frequently used and yet, either way, it is hardly difficult to pronounce and yet I am entirely sure the girl is doing it on purpose, one eye lifting in mild amusement before my features folded into a ready grimace. My head tilted slightly, turning back to look at Moth with evident disdain, waiting for her to discipline her out of control youngster. Hmm, I could almost swear she was mad at me, what on earth had I done? The silly girl was the one who couldn’t talk. What happened to respecting ones elders? Then again, elder or not- I hardly saw the need to be referred to as old, violet eyes narrowing in annoyance before one paw abruptly lifted to cuff the girl over the ear, aiming to slap the side of her head- hardly an attack and yet really…..she deserved it. I smirked lightly now, attention still upon Zella-Teltzin-whatever, snorting softly. I suppose I can manage Zelly if I have to, sounds childish if you ask me, although I suppose she is something of a child. “I think you can manage Heyel if you actually try, now can’t you.” Or maybe I can knock it into her brain again if it failed the first time, eyes glancing sidelong at Moth, assessing her mood, hardly desiring to be crash tackled to the floor by an irritated Mother. My attention moved then to the boy, Dexter- barely having a chance to acknowledge the puppy before Moth spoke up once more, eyes rolling lightly before I snorted again at her choice of words. “I’d hardly call it beaten up darling, besides, I never lost and why don’t you tell your children all about your drug-fuelled past, hmmm?” Excellent topic for children I am sure, tail flicking as I chuckled with humour, air hissing between my teeth in satisfaction. I never really did get over Moth having attempted to unrightfully sedate me to the point I may or may not have believed she had magical fur. Hmm. Take that. My scowl only deepened however at Dexters agreeing with his sister, seeing fit to call me…something I am hardly going to bother pronouncing before eyeing the boy warily. I’d said his name right and yet apparently he too is determined to lead a vendetta against me. Wonderful. Whatever he said can hardly be good, even Moth taking a moment to scowl as I huffed slightly once more, head angling back towards this boy of hers. Iztacch…what? Maybe he’s an Iztacch-whatever. Hell, maybe he’s a damn huehue or whatever ridiculous word that is. What sort of language is this anyway? It would hardly surprise me if Coza saw fit to make it up, maybe Moth had drugged him too, maybe they were all high. “Well perhaps, Dexter, you would prefer the name inaequales oculi- that suits you, I believe.” What? He does have Uneven Eyes, hardly my problem. I snorted once more, tail flicking, the smooth tones of my own language ringing easily atop my tongue before I simply grinned and lent easily away, turning back to Moth once more, wondering indeed how long she planned to keep these…things in our company. Honestly, my children were never this badly behaved I am sure. It’s almost as if Moth thinks I’m funny. “There aren’t any more of them are there?” The Assassin King |
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- ~:.Earth and Sky.:~ - By Zeltzin March 10, 2014 at 01:22:14 AM
Mischief Unmanaged - By Moth & Dexter March 11, 2014 at 01:01:03 AM
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