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Almost immediately the sunshine faded and Kobato’s smile disappeared completely. For she could hear one more wolf approaching. And the only varg she could imagine it to be… was Kershov. When the King broke into the clearing, Kobato pricked her listeners forward, only paying attention to him. Beautiful earthen eyes followed his movements as he slunk in. A snake in all manners of the word. He did not have eyes for her at first, rather greeting his soldiers with respect. But when he did turn his attention to her, she sat up straighter. The lady could feel her kidnapper tense when she moved partially, laying in a normal position and looking as though she were just there to enjoy the nice summer weather. Yet once the duet’s lookers locked, Kobato did not break the chain—and neither did Kershov. Why princess Kobato! The ess flicked her plumage, allowing it to audibly collid with the terra she was connected with. How wonderful it is to see you again. She watched as the grin spread nastily across his spliced visage. Terrifying. A completely horrible situation to be in. Horrifying. At least… for those who did not know that it was Kershov who was the one in danger. From himself. There was a cut on his heart that he kept hidden with extreme care despite it festering and emitting a miasma that affected everyone around him. He kept it secret with utter perfection. Yet Kobato could still smell the blood as it pursed itself out of its infected carrier.
The fae relaxed, her muscles softening visably. He was only dangerous if you let him get to you. There was no reason for her to be afraid. Instead, a gentle expression spread across her now, painting her eyes with concern and sympathy. Kershov… how is your condition? It was an honest question. And to others it might take the role of her being worried about his health. But she knew Kershov would know exactly what it was linked to. Even in her memory, she could clearly recall the softness of his shoulder and his pain that seeped out of him. Kobato exhaled softly, then, after (and if) she got an answer, she continued on, motioning quietly to his soldiers. Kenshin is mentally unstable. He relies on you but his condition is a weakness for him. And this one, she looked to Grey Wind, apparently the one who had arrived while she was still unconscious. is unnerved about something or other. His motions and words are chipped. Eyelashes touched her cheeks as she moved on to Marx. Did they wonder what she was doing? She was merely showing that she could see the weaknesses in Kershov’s dynasty without even being a part of it. It was not a jab with a spear. It was a simple declaration of her knowledge so far. That she knew how to help. It was an offer. And Marx is… her voice faded and she smiled just slightly. Her sentence was left hanging on emptiness, unfinished. Now she returned her pools back to Kershov. Urging him. Perhaps they are not open to you? Your toys will break if you are not careful with them, Kershov. Again she exhaled, auds flickering back ever so slightly. No doubt he would come back with a hateful statement. Like how would she know anything? She had no right to say such things. Did she want to die? But he already knew the answer to those. Kobato lifted her lookers from the terra and met his again. They were all born in order for them to die. And unlike others, Kobato did not fear death for herself. She feared it for those around her. Ever the thoughtful one, dear Kobato.
What is it that you are looking for with my being here? The only thing I can offer you is kindness. You have been brought someone who will not stop at being compassionate towards you no matter what. They might have been influenced by you, or even broken… Especially Kenshin, who was tense as a rock and obviously surprised at her words that she was spilling from her jowls. But I am not a breakable plaything. I am the doll that will keep coming back. I am exiled from Munashii, no longer an heir. I have no alliance with a pack and therefore cannot be traced to an Alpha or an army. You seem to be interested in healers recently, and though I know nothing about healing physical wounds, I can do my best. It would require effort on your part to kill me. And I doubt you have the time to slit a throat and then do away with the body. Especially if you have really been looking for me for a year. I am not pregnant, so you are not able to pull a pup into the mix. There was not a trace of fear in this child. She had grown into someone who would be very powerful in the future. One who would not allow those she loved to become injured. I am nothing but the little girl who frightened you by showing you kindness.
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Seconds after the fae spoke about frightening the King, Kenshin threw his talons into her shoulder, pushing her further into the ground. Her breathing quickened here, and she grunted as he exerted pressure upon her for her speaking out of line. What a spitfire this one was. Was this truly the creature that Kershov had been looking for? Kenshin suspected as much due to his Master’s reaction to her being there and his words towards her, but the scarred brindle warrior could not imagine why Kershov would want her back if what she said was true. His knives dug into her flesh now, as tiny wells that drew blood from small pockets of flesh. She exhaled and he clenched, making her flinch. The rurouni was against hurting her, but she had gone straight out of line. A very low, almost inaudible growl warned her of what kind of position she was in. Then, swiftly, he moved his pressure from her shoulder blade to the space between each blade, a better grip on her. His talons had scraped her, creating small scratches along her back where his talons had slid across. And yet, she did not break eye contact with Kershov.
Quiet and stoic, Kenshin could not help but inwardly admire the girl for her tenacity. Though foolish, she sure was something… The brute looked up from the Valkyrie to his Master. Amber lanterns asking silently if he would wish for the girl to be punished further, or if Kershov would like her to himself. Either way, Kenshin would obey. For that is what a dog is trained to do. Obey.
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