Need a Distraction (Closed)

[carcinoGeneticist]

The coyote hybrid leaned back against one of the walls surrounding the public garden, eyes closed against the harsh rays of sunlight that crept between the branches of the trees. She was in the city after finishing a delivery for Xiven and she had time to herself, the first that she had managed to find since her return to the Court the week before. It had been constant bustling around, days filled with catching up on her duties as Xiven's King, nights filled with the same and - occassionally - a little fun on the side. She sighed, glancing at a white rose flecked with gold stripes - it was a beautiful thing, really, and brought a thought to her mind.

Lior. The feline still hadn't returned from wherever it was that he'd left the children, and her heart ached for him. She was eternally greatful to have Xiven around, as the feline kept her from getting too wrapped up in her worries, but... All the same, she missed him. She had half-hoped to find him in the City, but the house they had shared was completely empty.

In the back of her mind, Apocalypse shifted slightly, beginning to hum a soft song to himself and to Rhiannon. It wasn't long until Rhiannon picked up on the tune as well, humming the harmony to his melody. She was quick to lose herself in the sound of it, yellow eyes sliding shut as she took another deep breath of the floral-scented air, the sound of her humming quickly filling the area. It was a shame no one else would be able to hear the Weapon in her mind, for he had begun to fully sing to his mistress.

If anyone were to stumble on her, she would be completely lost in her own thoughts and, for once, appear to be easily approachable - with that peaceful smile on her muzzle and her eerie slitted eyes closed, she looked perfectly friendly.

((Anyone is welcome here <3 I just... really wanted Rhi to get to meet some more people. Moved to the city so others could get a chance at it, too XD))

[Kitty]

Casanova was out again today, same reason as the other dozen times he'd been shoved out the door to find some place else to terrorize ... he'd managed to get to close to something flammable and set it on fire. Suits, he didn't even know what he'd burned this time! And the worst part? Brokat had firmly told him no when he tried to get the triple breed to come with him ... that boy could be such a grouch when you woke him up! Thus .... he was alone and had managed to find himself in a part of the capitol that smelled deceptively like home. Momma did so love roses, after all.

His fluffy, flame colored tail swayed idly behind him as his little nose twitched, taking in the delightful scent of the flora ... and it made him feel lonely. This was the first day he'd ever been alone, wasn't it? But something caught his attention and caused velvet lined ears to perk forward and all dark thoughts to quickly dissipate ... humming! Someone was humming nearby, and it was a pleasant noise and .... terribly inviting as well. He picked up his pace, eager to find the source of his distraction.

And finally orange eyes landed on to ... somewhat strange looking... canine? He wasn't quite certain ... but she looked friendly, and she had wings! Her wings kind of looked like papa's only .... bigger and much more colorful. The speed and intensity of his tail movements increased and he stepped up to the humming female without a second thought. and a cheerful little yip to boot.

Hi!

[carcinoGeneticist]

"Oh, Rhiannon... You have no idea the things you do to me,[/i]" Apocalypse whispered, his voice sounding like a caress to her cheek. She could almost imagine his fingers stroking across her jawline, strong and forceful but handling her as if she was something to be treasured. She didn't stop humming, but began to grin to herself, playfully ignorning the weapon's words. Now wasn't the time for that kind of thing, as much as she enjoyed it... She could feel him sigh and settle back into his song, picking up the tune where she'd brought it as if he'd never interrupted himself.

When the puppy stumbled upon the woman, however, she let out a quiet yelp of surprise - with her eyes closed and her ears focused on the sound of the music she'd been spinning, she had neither heard nor seen the brightly-colored child until he was nose-to-nose with her. Quickly regaining her composure, the King blinked, looking the youth over. "...Hi yourself,[/b]" she responded as she finally figured out what she was looking at.

A mix of some kind, most likely Morganberry and Lowland... Her father's words about the latter region came to mind, but a swift visual examination revealed no blemishes or rot to scar the rather gorgeous coat of fur. He was young, too, that much was clear, and she wondered dimly if his parents would appear to save her from having to deal with a child. Apocalypse went strangely quiet as her eyes passed over the mark on the boy's chest and that put her out of sorts. The scythe almost always had something to say, this quiet was unnerving, but she shook it off for the time. "And who might you be?[/b]"

[Kitty]

His tail paused for a moment before she finally greeted him, and when she did? Well, it went almost twice as fast as it had been before. Calling the little puppy social was quite the understatement and, so far, he hadn't found a stranger he didn't like. His little toes twitched as well, hinting to the fact that standing still and not tackling the rather lovely hued female in front of him was rather hard. But his mother was most definitely pressing manners and of course the value of personal space, on him and he was determined to behave .... you never really knew when you were being spyed on by a pesky sibling after all.

But she seemed nice enough, and it kept the expression on his face as bright as his coat and... oh! Formalities, he always forgot those somewhere along the way and he was quite happy she reminded him. He rocked back, plopping himself down on his rump in that rather awkward looking way puppies did, and turned his full attention up and to her face, a grin on his muzzle the whole time.

Casanova! Who're you?

[carcinoGeneticist]

Rhiannon couldn't help but smile warmly at the young boy. He reminded her, in a way, of her own children. She could only hope that when they grew, they could be as friendly as this cheerful little pup was! Her leaf-shaped nose wiggled slightly as he introduced herself, and she bit back the urge to chuckle at his exuberance. "Casanova, it is a pleasure to meet you.[/b]" Cordially, she extended a paw to him, eyebrows raised. Before she had become a mother herself this situation would have bewildered and frightened her - children were not her type of thing, but this one seemed to be so sweet... It was the least she could do to show him her friendly side.

"My name is Rhiannon.[/b]" she dropped her title, finding that in a situation like this, outside of the courts, it likely wouldn't serve much of a purpose. In fact, it would likely go right over the little pup's head, so she would save herself the trouble of explaining her relationship with Xiven. "Tell me, what brings you here on a day like today?[/b]"

In the back of her mind, she could feel Apocalypse begin to think once again, and she blinked in a surprised manner as he cleared his throat. "I would like to meet the boy too, Rhiannon, love..." the weapon murmured softly. "He seems like... quite the outstanding lad. Will you let me at least say hi?[/i]" Rhiannon had no idea why the scythe had gone quiet for so long, but she didn't want to just summon him without warning and risk startling the little canine.

"Casanova, I have a friend who wants to meet you,[/b]" she explained softly, giving him a small smile and a wag of her tail. She could feel Apocalypse flexing cheerfully in the back of her mind. It had been some time since he'd been free to feel the air on him... It made sense he'd want to be with her now. "Is that okay with you?[/b]"

[Kitty]

The woman seemed to have rather good manners and made him feel like he was missing .... quite a lot and not saying all the right things but at the same time she didn't seem to mind that he couldn't remember everything he was being taught quite yet. She was even smiling at him, so he couldn't be doing that bad of a job, right? And .... oh, a paw? Why was she holding out her... oh! He lifted his little paw and placed it on hers and tried to give her the best paw shake he could manage whilst still keeping his balance.

Rhiannon? That's an awfully pretty name.

At her question his tail momentarily ceased it's movements altogether and just the slightest hint of a pout crossed his muzzle. But he couldn't keep that wiggly appendage still for long and soon enough it was lightly thumping the ground again as he shifted his body enough to fully display one of his flame wings. When he was sure she'd noticed it, he'd give it a little flap or two for good measure, causing little licks of flame to dance off of it.

I haven't quite learned how to stay away from table cloths and stuff ... and ... well, I smelt the roses. Momma has an awful lot of roses ... do you like them too?

He readjusted himself into a more comfortable sitting position and completely missed her raising her brows in confusion, but when she told him she had a friend who would like to meet him, well, that tail of his began to thump the ground all the more. He loved people in any size, shape or form and if she was going to present him another to talk to, well .... why should he question where this friend would be coming from? He couldn't help but give an excited little yip at the very thought. He shook his head in a melodramatic fashion and then looked back up at her with a smile.

I would love to meet your friend!

[carcinoGeneticist]

Rhiannon didn't say anything in reply to his comment about her name being pretty, but she did smile slightly to herself. This boy had serious charm... She didn't know either of his parents, but if she did, she would be amused to see that he had, in fact, picked his charm up from one - if not, in a weird way - both of them. She gave his paw a good firm shake, then set her own down again. Apocalypse twitched slightly in the back of her mind, but she gave it little thought - the scythe was a very strange individual, highly possessive, and didn't seem to approve of her not using her title. That was all she could guess the issue was, at least.

As he stretched out those strange flaming appendages Rhiannon cocked a brow, observing them quietly. They really were quite the strange addition, but next to the boy's coloration they matched perfectly. "Those are beautiful, Casanova.[/b]" she said in a very serious voice. "Don't forget that. Even though they might be trouble to take care of, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it just fine as soon as you're a little bit older.[/b]" Her words rang true, and then she chuckled softly. "I do like roses. I grew up in the Hearts court, so they remind me of home.[/b]"

When the little canine answered to the affirmative, Rhiannon nodded to him. The scythe was wriggling around in the back of her head with excitement, and when she reached up to touch her Heart marking, he sprang forth easily. It was an extremely large scythe, gleaming in the sunset, and the woman looked down on it with a strange fondness, lightly running one of her feet across the flat of the blade. "Careful, love, don't wanna get me too riled up,[/i]" the scythe whispered to her. She raised her head, grinning at Casanova, pride shining through in her expression. "This is my friend, Apocalypse. You can call him Pale if you want.[/b]"

[Kitty]

He cocked his head to the side as she complimented him on his wings, ears perked forward and orange eyes fixed on her, a sure sign he was listening. He'd heard his wings were pretty before, but that usually opinion usually changed when he got to close to something flammable. But she seemed so very sincere about her compliment, and he'd try very hard to remember that. However, a compliment was a compliment, and he loved them, and thus the smile on his maw grew. And .... oh! She was from a court? He'd heard a little about those before, especially the Heart court because of his mother's rather ... feminine obsession.

I've heard the roses there are the prettiest around.

He jumped when the scythe sprang from her marking and, being in a sitting position, he managed to fall flat on his back with a small noise of surprise. However, when he rolled over onto his side and eyed the weapon with widened orange eyes his entire expression screamed that he was seriously impressed with that little trick and he didn't even know he voiced this opinion either.

That .... was cool.

He got back up onto his paws and stood up on his tippy toes, investigating the weapon from a distance. His tail was still, but it was held up and somewhat curled, ears forward and his little wet nose was wiggling. He thought it was a little odd that she gave a seemingly inanimate object a name and such, but he'd humor her .... and his tail would start to sway again.

Hello Apoco.... Apoc.... Pale.

He stumbled over the longer version of the scythe's name and because of that he gave them both a sheepish little grin and twisted his paw on the ground a bit at well, ears dropped and trying very hard to look adorable so maybe his little inability to make out the name would be... forgotten.

[carcinoGeneticist]

"They really are quite beautiful...[/b]" the woman murmured as she continued to stroke the scythe, careful of its gleaming blade but clearly enjoying the contact with it. "I spent my whole childhood around them but I still haven't grown tired of spending time with them. Perhaps some day you could take a trip to see them - I'm sure you'd be quite pleased by it. I could even vouch for you as my guest.[/b]"

At her words, the scythe twitched slightly. "I wouldn't. A young Club in the Heart's court wouldn't last a minute.[/i]"

The mix stared down at the weapon, then shook her head slightly. "I'm sure that if I vouched for him there wouldn't be a problem.[/b]" she shrugged, and the weapon said nothing, just lay passively in her paws.

"Pale is my best friend... He talks to me,[/b]" she explained, smiling happily. Growing up in the court of Hearts, everyone had understood exactly what was going on between the woman and the scythe, and it had never once crossed her mind that someone might think of her as completely insane for having a weapon that spoke to her. This was going to be a new and delightful experience.

[Kitty]

At her offer of being able to visit the roses he'd heard so much about his expression of intrigue intensified along with the thumping of his tail against the ground. That was ... an amazing offer and .... wouldn't it make momma jealous to hear that he'd gotten it? Although ... he probably wouldn't believe him, would he? His siblings definitely wouldn't but .... oh well. He'd certainly have to take her up on that sometime!

That sounds like a lot of fun, thank you Rhiannon!

His tail ceased it's thumping and his head slowly tilted to the side as she began to ... talk to herself? He peered at the scythe inquisitively before shifting his gaze back up to her ... and then her next statement had him tilting his head to the other side, confusion clearly written over his features as a brow arched as well. He was officially torn ... weapons were inanimate objects, yes? .... how could one talk? then again ... she did pull it out of her chest and he didn't know anyone else who could do that ...