A Meeting

[Siopilos]

((OOC: an RP between me and wolf for our cubs ^^))



This day in Khemet's Great Park was not the usual. Above, clouds loomed low and pregnant with the promise of rain any hour now. Wind picked up in steady streams only to have a few disruptions in between.

A gold mass of wings and scales raised his head to the air, inhaling the deep, heady scent of dirt and cool air. The area surrounding was peacefully quiet: not an animal or Sphinx made their way out today, in this later afternoon-almost night.

Which was good as anything, the gold dragon, Zeoyn thought. For under his brilliantly metallic wings, a cub with even rarer wings slept. In his paws wasn't his usual staff or any bauble for his hoard, but the sister to the sleeping boy. She didn't share his wings, with the tiny veins inking them. Both of them glowed though, in a dusty and bioluminescent way. They were practically orphans (though he did know who their parents were... and the existance of their other two siblings)

The great dragon sighed, he wasn't here to think or for a client or to be admired. He was waiting for someone... or someones to show up.

[wolfrysk]

It was quite the unusual little group wandering through the streets this early evening; magician and mourner, cat and cub. The two adult females could not possibly have been more opposite. One, the magician, was Woserit. She was a modestly known female who called on the power of earth and storm, but was a much better known champion of young mothers and cubs who had been abandoned by the males. This seemed to be what she was doing now. The mourner could be easily and immediately identified as Ramla, the one with the soulless red eyes who was actually quite high paid for her unusual looks. Curled up on her back was a tiny cub, peering sleepily around with shocking golden eyes.

Out of the corner of her eye, Woserit caught sight of the golden male who stuck out like a sore thumb against the rapidly darkening sky. She mused to herself how he shimmered and shone beautifully in the dying light. "Here we are, Ramla, please just wait here for a few moments." Woserit nodded to the mourner who took a seat to wait and walked toward the gold male. "Zeoyn." She called to him in that soothing alto voice, closing the rest of the distance between them. "I apologize for the delay." Her brown eyes flicked down to the small bundles near the male and she couldn't help but smile. "I take it this is them?"

[Siopilos]

((OOC: Assume that Desyl is older and not an infant xD))



Zeoyn glanced over towards the figure of a familiar voice. "Woserit." He greeted politely, narrowing his eyes at the mourner after the magician. He didn't know the mourners of this city. Bluntly put, to him they just weren't at all interesting. If they weren't interesting, they probably wouldn't request his skills. Which of course, they never did.

"It is fine, at least you showed up. But I don't remember her," He rumbled unhappily, waking the sleeping cub in his paws. Before she started to ask questions or fidget or demand something that he didn't have time to get, the dragon did something peculiar. He hummed something in his throat to soothe the tired child.

When his sister fell back asleep, Desyl woke up with a lazy yawn. He flexed his still too weak to fly wings and peered under from the arch of a golden umbrella. "Who are you?" He asked, not thinking to keep his manners in check. "Whoever you are, I'm not going with you." Rebellious was he, inching forward but keeping close the old dragon, ever watchful of the cub infront of him and the other female.

"Yes, these are the twins. They're names are rather long, but this is Desyl and the girl is Esh." Zeoyn introduced gently.

[wolfrysk]

Woserit shifted herself slightly to block Zeoyn's gaze from Ramla. "Don't worry about her. I am just helping her find her feet again." Her voice was a purr, gentle and diffusing and coupled with that peaceful brown gaze she hoped to alleviate the dragon's tension over the other female. With a smile, she watched him lull the startled female back to sleep, and thought for a moment to ask him if he was sure that he really wanted to give them up.

But she knew this male... his lifestyle was not conducive to rearing cubs and quite frankly, he liked to grab attention to much to be willing to give it.

Just as she was about to speak, her attention was caught by the small voice. She stifled a smile at his defiant little demeanor, managing to keep her mouth in a mostly neutral position. "Hello. My name is Woserit. Its nice to meet you Desyl." Just as she was about to speak again, she saw a glint of green and gold bounce past her, right toward the young dragon winged cub.

"HEY!" Came a small voice aimed at Desyl. "You be nice!" The female cub who had been on Ramla's back had slid down and bounded over to Woserit's defense. Her tail lashed behind her, and her ears were flattened to her small head. Obviously, she didn't take kindly to Desyl already being so rude.

[Siopilos]

He still didn't really like the mourner around, but he suppose if there was a threat. Well, he amused to himself, he probably was the only notable one here. Zeoyn shifted on his legs and lifted his wings so the other magician could get a better look at the boy under his wing.

Desyl dug his paws into the scaled arm of his current guardian, not pleased at all about the sudden wind up her wings. They wobbled and nearly knocked him over before he could get them down and tight against his back. When he glanced back up to Woserit, Desyl was about to reply when something cut in. The shrill voice came from some bundle of gold and green, about his height and probably his age. He winced a bit; took a step back. "Be nice? She isn't even hurt or crying or... or anything!" He retorted back.

Zeoyn chuckled, obviously enjoying the banter. After a moment, her looked over at Woserit and motioned her to the side. "A word?" He left Desyl to his own devices all the while keeping Esh seated comfortably. "You should know that their parents have some interesting... traits." The old dragon quirked an eye, as if she might find this as interesting.

"Yes well, you well know how we dragons tend to be..." He began.

[wolfrysk]

"Azeneth, behave." Woserit chided then turned with Zeoyn, listening to his words intently. "Yes, go on." While she found the thought of these traits interesting, her peaceful expression hardly changed. Woserit was much too grounded to be moved by the small things, much like the earth she called on.

Azeneth snorted at Desyl, a frown crossing her face. "Well... no. But you might!" With that she charged at the little male, but stopped short of actually pouncing onto him, instead skidding to where her nose bumped into his. "You're soooo rude!"

[Siopilos]

((OOC: Hmm, I don't know if I'd like to call it an arranged marriage right away, but I'm certainly feeling like the two can jab at each other first... and see where it goes. But marriage or so would definitely be down towards the line in the future ))

Zeoyn smirked, an all too amused expression in his eyes. "We dragons are rather possessive of our belongings..." Just as amused, he became equally serious when he looked over at the cubs. He really should get it over with. Because everything and anything he had left to do wasn't going to finish it self.

"Of course, I'm positive that they'll carry some of those tendencies. Their mother is a vampire. I'm not quite certain if these two have that trait, but if they do, you'll most likely end up finding to have a bit more on your hands than you'd like. They're young as of now, so they can eat bits of food. I'd give it a month before you start noticing... rather pale clientele?"

The old gold paused to contemplate matters for a minute, "Father is a an assassin and mother is a warrior of sorts I've never seen in my years. I wouldn't be surprised if they get into fights or seem head strong."

Speaking of head strong....

Desyl huffed his chest out. He leaned onto the tips of his paws to take a step forward in the direction of Azenath. "But I won't. And... and if she cries, well people need to be more strong. Like me. And my sister." He shot the other cub what he hoped was an intimidating glare. "Rude? Who's the rude one for getting in my way?" The young dragon didn't know what to feel. Half of him felt like this was pointless (he really could do other things, like, find a snack maybe) but the other side wouldn't bow down to some girl who thought he should learn better manners. Who needed them anyways? If he DID need them, he was pretty sure some adult would've told him so already.

[wolfrysk]

(yupyup. that's perfectly fine. it probably wouldn't have happened for a while yet anyways <3)

Woserit continued to listen intently, tail flicking idly behind her. So, perhaps vampiric offspring of an assassin and a warrior. And to top it all off, dragons. Interesting indeed, but nothing that she wouldn't be able to handle. He had however made a good point that dragons were possessive of their belongings. It seemed that the little male counted Zeoyn as such. "I will be able to handle them. However," She paused, offering him a tiny smile, "if its not too much trouble, perhaps you will remain present in their lives? While I can teach them many things, I am no dragon."

She knew him, knew this might be a lot to ask of someone like him, but it truly would have been a good thing for the cubs, especially little Desyl, to have that kind of figure in his life.

Azeneth puffed out her own chest, narrowing her eyes a bit. "Didn't your mommy teach you to be nice to ladies?" Well, who was she to talk? Her mother didn't do anything at all. Just sat there in a daze, like she was doing now. "And I'm not rude. I was protecting the nice lady! You should learn to protect ladies!"

[Siopilos]

Zeoyn blinked at Woserit's suggestion. It was a slow and assessing one, where he placed effort into an impassive stare. What ran through his mind was anything but, as he wondered what she was thinking, or how did cubs fit into his life. Heck, how was he even supposed to raise and influence half-pints?

He decided that best for all would to be to refuse Woserit's offer when she mentioned that she was no dragon. He smirked at this. Obviously it hit his ego and pride just a tad bit to make him agree. "I'll see what I can do," was all he had to reply to that.

Desyl rolled his eyes at this girl. Really, she shouldn't have said such things since she herself wasn't much of a nice lady. Probably wouldn't be for the next 200 years, he thought. Okay, he conceded that maybe he was being a bit immature about the whole deal but he wasn't about to back down. Oh no, in fact, he had a LOT more to say, "My mom doesn't care about silly things like manners. She's out being strong and a warrior."

In the golden dragon's arms, Esh squirmed, roused from her sleep. What was all this bickering about? Honestly, she needed a break from her brother's tirades. She didn't know who was older out of the two, but most days she felt like it was her. The cub tried wriggling out of Zeoyn's hold though he didn't exactly let her go. Twisting around, she tried rubbing her eyes and yawned.

"Ladies need protecting? Not if you're strong and powerful." said Esh, nosing curiously at the other two cubs. "But you're right. My brother is an idiot sometimes. He thinks he's always got things under control or something like that."

[wolfrysk]

"Gracious as ever, Zeoyn." Woserit bowed her head to him light, the smile drifting up to her eyes. Ahh dragons, so proud, buff their ego just a bit, and they were easily handled. Not that "handling" was what she wanted to do with him at all, but the cubs would need his influence as their father and mother were apparently nowhere to be found. "How did they come into your care anyways?" The thought had just suddenly struck her. Had their father brought them to the fellow dragon?

Azeneth was about to retort when Esh spoke up. Frowning, she puffed out her chest a bit. "Well... no we don't need protecting! But... but who wants a weak male that couldn't protect a girl?!" It made sense to her at the very least. "And yeah, your brother is an idiot. You seem nice though. What's your name again?"

[Siopilos]

((OOC: Holy moly this is a long post... I guess it's cause Zeoyn likes to hear the sound of his own voice xD;)

Esh giggled at the other girl's comment about weak boys. "Yeah, you're right," she conceded in between breaths, "and sometimes being younger than me doesn't come with perks. He thinks he's king of the world." It was beyond warm in the arms of her golden guardian, but Esh wanted to get a better look at this other cub her little brother was facing off. She wriggled out of Zeoyn's hold, who reluctantly (at least, she thought so after a second or two) let set her down so she could pad over to the others.

"Oh me? I'm Esh and you must be..." Esh furrowed her brows in a inquisitive look. "Nice" didn't really describe her, she thought. No, this little cub was very proud and had a manipulative streak when she wanted something. Esh wasn't loud or obnoxious yet she wasn't shy either. But, it wasn't as if she was going to tell someone that anytime soon.

Desyl only regards Esh silently when she came to snuggle herself at his side. She might be older, but just a bit smaller than he was. "And who wants a girl who can't do anything but sit and be pretty?" His gaze landed back on Azenath in a saccharine sort of way, "But you'd know all about that, huh, little girl?" That got him a sharp jab in the side from Esh.

"Is that your mom over there?" she asked, changing subjects in order to shut Desyl up.

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Zeoyn observed the bantering cubs with half amusement, half irritation. They really should keep it down. If they didn't, he'd just have to go over there and- "How?" Well damn, how did they end up in his care again? It probably wasn't important if he forgot about it. And he always remembered all the important tid bits of information. Glancing curiously down at Woserit, he chanced to think she wouldn't take the kids if he didn't share that particular story.

"You see," Zeoyn cleared his throat, "their mother isn't at all a problem. I don't really... know her all that well. But their father, yes, he had something I wanted." He pondered that thought, shuffling his wings at the on coming wind. "It wasn't necessarily his to begin with. More like the... object... belonged to someone he had assassinated before and just kept." The gold dragon narrowed his eyes a fraction. "Certainly wasn't his to keep! Things of spells and magic don't belong in such a mundane possession. Any how... I had sent someone to fetch it for me when he wouldn't budge."

The dragon sniffled, remembering that a little all to well. Such an insult to have lesser things try and take what was his. "Oh well, the next day or so I found the boy... strewn across the entrance of my home." He sighed dramatically, looking heaven ward. "I guess if you want something done, do it yourself. When I arrived, I grabbed... a little more than I... needed. They were sleeping... and I was feeling rather revengeful..." Zeoyn trailed off, knowing Woserit was probably following...

"Their father probably hasn't noticed though. It's been a few months." he offered with a smirk. Obviously he was feeling proud about hit, huffing out his chest a little more and feeling quite devious. Oh, there was much more to this tale but he hardly thought Woserit would like him any better if he told her. So he just gave her a wink.