01-17-2020, 04:34 PM
i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck
with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest
Normally, the proxy wouldn't have approved of any fighting between clanmates. It went against the entire point of Tanglewood, and pretty clearly fell under the whole "no hurting clanmates" rule that Leroy had been looking to enforce more strongly as of late. However, Aurum had certainly seen this far how Snarl treated Vathmos, and he couldn't say that he wasn't a little annoyed by it as well. He was beginning to think of Snarl as a friend, but Vathmos was a friend as well, and he really didn't appreciate the insulting way the other hyena spoke to her. So, if both parties agreed to some sort of fight or spar... well, he would probably allow it, provided it didn't end in death. When Vathmos spoke, Aurum felt a soft chuckle leave him, his eyes seeming to get a bit of a far away look as he nodded, "Trust me, I'm aware of how hyenas work together to survive. Back when I lived with my pride, we lived near a tribe of hyenas in the area. Usually we managed to avoid conflict, but whenever there was anything... well, let's just say there was never just one hyena coming." He could still remember them losing a few lionesses to a pack of hyenas when the worst of the fighting had broken out. That had been a dark day. At her second statement, however, Aurum felt confused. A faint frown tugged at his muzzle before he tilted his head to one side, his words slightly hesitant, "Didn't want you...? That's ridiculous. Vathmos, you're one of the best warriors I've ever seen. You hunt well, fight very well... why wouldn't they want you?" Despite having more of an understanding of hyena culture than most, that didn't mean Aurum knew everything. And he certainly didn't know what the markings on Vathmos meant. For the most part, he thought they were just scars, acquired from random battles.
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