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Lucina remained silent as she stood with her parents, holding their hands tightly as she saw the other family approaching. A small smile flickered across her face as she saw the child with them, and she shifted slightly. There were often people that came to see her parents, but this was one of the few times that there was a child with them.

Of course, she knew why they were there: The child that was with the other family was meant to marry her someday, so it only made sense that they met when they were young. Lucina had been a little bit suspicious of it at first, but upon seeing the other child, she supposed that she could give it a shot.

dat writing. Srsly. great characterization, descriptions, all that.

Holy crap that mood whiplash between Panne and Kovac.

This lady knows how to really make you love-hate an antagonist.

Also super awesome woman who, from what I know, is incredibly kind-hearted

10. … to yours pinning my muse against a wall

To say that Gaius was surprised when Kovac, suddenly and roughly, threw him against the wall, pinning him against the hard surface, would be, well. a surprise on its own.

After the time he’d spent with the other man, he’d learned to expect the unexpected and this was hardly any different.

That didn’t mean that he was able to stop the way his breath hitched as his head hit the wall with a painful 'thud' that made him wince and squeeze his eyes shut in reflex, or the way his body instinctively tensed, fingers curling inwards and nails digging into his palms in a faint reminder to himself to not fight back. It would do him no good. Kovac was bigger, faster and stronger than he was and he’d learned what the other man could be capable of the first time they’d met, after all.

Gaius slowly opened his eyes, gaze already set in a defiant and cold glare - though it faltered the moment it met the captain’s own eyes, far too close and far too heated and it made the redhead twitch, almost jerking backwards in discomfort. The wall against his back and the body pressed against his own - intimidating, large and warm - prevented him from moving, though, and he swallowed, thickly, the intent in those golden eyes making a flush spread across the thief’s face before he could even try to stop it.

Gods damn it.

ooc:// THERE GOES HIS EGO.

     A light sigh left the canine's mouth, as the worn pads that covered his paws scrapped against the pavement. Beating down their support until there must have been nothing left with his seemingly constant pacing, yet it didn't seem to distract him from his thoughts. Nor did the eyes of the soldiers watching him, even as their concerned mutters about how well a beast would be able to aid them with their work sounded against his ears. But, the Maiden herself had sent him, was the comment that appeared to end their conversation on the subject.

       A loud cough grabbed the attention of his sensitive ears, as he turned quickly to locate its source. Ears flatting against his head, as his gaze met that of the captain's. He didn't much care for the job that had been asked of him, as he feared he wouldn't be of much use to the soldiers, but he was not one to disobey a command from the woman that he owed his brothers lives to. But stocking a ship was hardly something he felt he could do much with.

        The man waved his hand, moving towards the docked ship, and the boxes scattered about on the ground before it. The motion all Sakhr needed to know that the crew needed his aid, slinking after the man, as the other motioned for him to push one of the carts to the loading station; too heavy for any of the men to push themselves. His massive body moving to stand beside the bland object, sniffing at it to determine what was inside before carefully taking the ropes wrapped tightly around the box within his jaw. Giving it a tug to ensure that he wouldn't slice them open with his sharp fangs before yanking it across the ground to bring it to its destination.

"Mummy!"

She wasn't waking up. He was scared. So very, very scared. Natne frantically shook his mother's arm with all the strength he could muster, a task rather daunting for a three-year old. She was bleeding like he did when he tripped on the tree root playing... but it was like seven tree roots worth of it. She wouldn't look at him, no many how many times he screamed for her.

Sobbing and choking on the smoke of the burning sanctuary, Natne realized this was doing nothing. "Daddy!" he screamed instead, stumbling away from his mother to try to find his father. He had run off somewhere with his glow rock, but the young taguel couldn't bear the sight of his mother like that. Perhaps luckily for him, his father raced back into their residence before the toddler could leave.

His next scream for help was cut off as the large taguel snatched up son and unresponsive wife in opposite arms, racing further into the hole. "Natne, I need you to listen to me!" he ordered as the bedroom was breached. "You stay here with Mummy, and you stay silent, can you do that? It's just like hide and seek, just like we play in the woods. It'll be fun!"

"B-But Mum--" he tried to strangle out through tears and choking.

"Mummy's just sleeping!" his father assured, stroking his head and ripping away the carpet they slept on. Powerful, clawed legs tore up the earth beneath it, shoving it against the walls and creating a large hole. "As soon as the game's over, Daddy will come back, kiss her, and wake her up like in the stories, alright Natne? But first you have to hide with her and be quiet."

The youth didn't like this game as much as he had before, but gave a teary nod of understanding. Just as he did, his father pushed him into the hole, his mother following after a quick embrace. "Hide under Mummy," he instructed. "I'll be back, I promise, Natne, I promise."