quiet the heavy steps of weary paw steps, head lowered. they were tired and sore, and they had a question in mind for a certain she-cat. breath of weary exhaustion passed over cracked and scaled lips. "fakhira?", they hadn't seen her for a while, well, not that they could have seen her in the first place. being newly healed from their former blindness, the kingpin would rumble quietly, searching her out by the scent of roses. they'd been in the typhoon, alongside wuyi, to share news. and in such, their trip there had been eventful, coming across the same scent and a white pelted molly. strange had been her reaction, indicating that there might be a relation that they had missed. sitting down within the inn's main lobby, they eased their weight onto their hind legs, resting their forepaws on the chilled fireplace, cooling the painful pads. within their jaguar body, they eased down onto their stomach, tail curling at their side with a tired yawn. they wanted to figure this curiosity out.

[member=14715]FAKHIRA CIPHER.[/member]

A soft blink of eyes would meet her, tipping of head. She was gray. The other had been white. They took a moment, running tongue over jaws, "... Do you have family elsewhere? I ran into someone with a similar scent to yours.", they would murmur before giving a soft chortle, "Well, I can certainly see that the two of you are different. The one I came across had a pelt of alabaster, not ash. But I find ash much more to my taste.", they would speak softly, taking the chance to look over their groupmate for the first time.

They could see her reaction, and it was enough to tell the that something was going on between her and this family member of hers. They certainly didn't look alike but the similarity in the scent had been enough to confuse them. She answered that she did have family in The Typhoon. Good, they weren't losing their mind.

Her littermate? A sympathetic glance. Siblings could be a handful, and they knew it. They'd lost their littermates to time and circumstance. Their gaze softened as she looked at her paws. Did the two not get along? Warned them? For the barbed tongue the other carried?

Giving a soft shake of their head they gave a smile, "I'm a dragon, Fakhira. Words of little beings can't hurt me. You don't need to worry about warning me. I've experienced enough war that sharp words just bounce off.", he murmured softly. "Are you going to be alright? I don't know the situation between you two, but your body language tells me that its not a good one.", their voice was soft.

Their gaze fell even softer as they listened to her, she was shaking. It wasn't anything good. Her sister had hurt her. Their gaze grew cold at that statement. "It'll be alright Fakhira. This is your home, and you won't have to leave because of her. If she shows up, we will all defend you.", they murmured gently yet firmly. Reaching a paw to her, wanting to comfort her.

Inhaling, "Even if she comes back, she won't be able to hurt you physically. I'll make sure of that. Even if she thinks she can fight a dragon, I don't think she'll do well against an angry God of War.", they murmured as they let their paw move close to her but giving her distance. "I won't let her touch you. You don't have to be the sacrifice. It's alright to be happy for once. This is your home now, Fakhira, until time decrees its time to move on. But I'll always come when you call. I won't let her hurt you again.", they murmured softly, heart aching in their chest at her tears.

Yeah //

They gave a soft rumble, shifting to their side to allow her to come closer. "You don't need to thank me, Fakhira.", they murmured gently, eyes half closed as she pressed in against them. They didn't mind the contact, and she needed the comfort. Tucking their head in closer, lifting their forearm in an attempt to put around her, their body automatically curling up to make it comfortable. Eyes sliding closed as they hummed a tune softly, tail curling up alongside the duo. They would keep her safe - they promised they would. Moving to gently try to nudge her with their muzzle as if to say it was fine to stay there, breathing a soft huff of warm air. She was fine. In fact they might enjoy this more than they should, being able to lay beside another and provide comfort.