The rumor seemed to have done it's job. Kold was tired of it, of the childish words and giggles that still sounded whenever she approached a group. That, paired with the family issues that had risen with Icarus' outbursts, she really needed a break. And she had noticed Olalla slinking off to some place and, in a brilliant moment of wisdom, decided to follow. Anyone could tell that the Ardent wasn't doing good. Someone had to check up on him.

She lagged behind to catch a couple of fat rodents from the forest floor, and to try and dissuade any thought that she was following Olalla. With the bodies in her jaws, she started to trot. As his scent became stronger, and ever so slightly unbearable, she slowed to a gentle walk, ears flicking and eyes downcast. The rustling of leaves above made her look up. Oh. A parrot. Quaint.

She was hesitant to step in the open, to show herself. But perhaps her scent had already given her away, or the fact that lizards and bugs scuttled away from where she was standing in cover. But eventually she nosed her way into view, gaze traveling up toward his face and becoming that of mild shock at his appearance. He looked... horrible.

Gently dropping the rats before her feet, she blinked. "You look terrible. I mean, you always do, but.. today you look downright horrid." She spoke flatly, then took the bigger of the rats and tossed it toward him.

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Kold flinched as he described the feeling. She felt bad. Just a little. She nodded and took her own rat, going to sit near him. "No problem."

She let out a huff, a plume of smoke leaving her nostrils as she did. "Boy's spending time with my brother." she answered simply, ear flicking. A grin cracked in her face and she looked up at him with the facade of an attitude. "Because the tyrant is ill and if said tyrant dies, I'll drag his soul up from hell. And thats tiring."

With a low chuckle, her grin dropped. "No..
I  just need a break. I've got a lot going on in this rotten head of mine." She nibbled on one of the rat's feet. "and I wanted to make sure you're doing okay."

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"AlwaysDead. I think he's a bit unnerved by the cheetah and her cubs." She corrected him, sparing a glance before she continued to crunch on the rat carcass. She had to swallow her mouthful quickly as to not choke when she laughed. It was a ghosty tune, whimsical and yet a little eerie. "Oh, yes, so very tiring." She chided, then fell silent as she tried to finish up her meal as the other spoke.

Swallowing the last of her meal, save for a few bones and the tail, she smiled slightly at his words. "Pittians have to look after one another, right? And you're leader, which gives you priority." She wouldn't dare mention that he was an object of her concern for a while. Along with several other things..

Settling down into a laying position, angled so that she could get a better look at Olalla, she hushedly sighed. "It's... it has to deal with my brother. And my parents." She could feel the lump forming and she swallowed harshly to keep it down. Composure was key.

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Kold let out a huff, lips lifting in a mild snarl before she relaxed. It wasn't in her right to be mean, even if he was deserving of it for not knowing the difference between a zombie cheetah and a little cat with a missing leg. She instead shifted slightly, grinning when he nudged her. Yes. Priority. For a few reasons, he was her priority. She felt a wing twitch, and her grin faltered.

"No. He's nothing like me. He's better than me." That much she was willing to admit. Just that little bit. But the question about her parents made her face twitch gently, and she shook her head. "They're dead." Was all she wanted to say for a moment, but she glanced at him before continuing. "My mother died when I was young... and dad died because of me."

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She wasn't expecting the compliments. The kind words that, coming from anyone else, wouldn't mean much. Coming from Olalla, the man who had everything she wanted, they meant a whole lot. Her breath came in hollow huffs, though she did whisper a 'thank you'. She shifted again, this time she had unintentionally leaned toward Olalla. That stupid subconscious need for comfort.

"I never bring them up. No one knows aside from myself, Icarus, and you, now." She rumbled, voice hardly above a whisper. She fell silent and listened to him, ear flicking at the mention of the disease called White Rage. She tried her hardest, absolute hardest to not look at him, but she did. What a damn coincidence that he'd look at her as well to ask the question. "I killed him.. out of rage. My first Blooding."

Anger seeped into her for a moment, and she got it out with a few words. "He dropped me here when I was a pup. No words, no assurance, nothing." and her gaze softened, and she looked away.

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