Niyol loved his family, all of them. From their aged grandfather all the way down to his sisters he adored each and every member, but nothing was quite as strong as a bond between him and his brother. Perhaps it was because they were born together that made it different, that they spent so much of their short lives together already, so maybe it wasn’t so surprising. Not that it mattered. They were yin and yang in many ways, but also pure chaos embodied when they got their minds set to something or another. Granted, Niyol was a lot of that driving force to that chaos. He simply couldn’t help himself in ways, he for one, liked the attention it brought him to his otherwise large family, even if it wasn’t all entirely positive. Somehow though he had to get the attention of Zelda, his grandfather and parents though. Sure they all gave him love and attention, but where was the harm in being noticed more? It didn’t help that sometimes he felt the adults didn’t take him seriously. Well he would show them quickly enough.

He could do anything, especially when his brother, that’s how he felt. So who better than to cure this boring rainy day than his brother? And of course his brother WAS on some grand adventure! ”WHAT! You were doing something so awesome as hunting BAD GUYS without ME!” He shrieked as if he had been wounded. Really he had, this was a great betrayal of their sibling brotherhood-ness! How could he do that? Of course Niyol believed his sibling face value immediately, out of nativity or trust or both it didn’t really matter.

”I knew it had to be something devious to take that powerful stone away. That was a valuable treasure… they knew it was so they took it for their own use, NEFARIOUS USE. Don’t worry though, Mochi we will hunt them down and get them back! We are the children of some of the greatest trackers and fighters in all the lands they can’t escape us!” Niyol declared very loudly before letting out a little ‘eep’ and ducking his head low and looking around checking to see if anyone had heard them plotting to get out of here. He was planning to leave anyway, but if one of the grown ups found out they were going after pirates? Forget it, they wouldn’t let them move a paw from the spot and they would be whisked right back off to the den and told to wait.

His brother so helpfully mentioned though that they had gone over the borders, there had to be more out there, and it made since that the pirates wouldn’t want to stay near the scene of the crime. ”Well we are going after them then!” He loud whispered, dancing on his muddy paws before taking off several long bounds before stopping and turning around to face his sibling… ”So where are we going?” He asked putting on his large dorky grin his tail waving waiting for his brother to lead the way to wherever this band of pirates had gone.