Post by Njord on Dec 27, 2015 23:54:18 GMT
Twin green flits sat on the top railing of a holding pin while a young brown flit preened and cleaned a stretched out wing, barely paying attention to the human that was in the pin. The human within the pin had his head down, bare back bent as he crouched beside a runner that was tied to the side of the pin. There was a nasty cut along the ribs of the runner and Xiba had already cleaned the cut but he was still worried about possibly needing to stitch it shut. Sighing, the ex-caravan traveler slowly stood up, wiping his hands on his breeches.
Muscles stretched over tanned flesh as he turned from the runner and moved toward his flits. Reaching out, he lightly tapped the little brown on the spine catching his attention and drawing it on himself. "Go find me a couple of strong hands," he ordered, reaching out and lightly petting the twin greens. "You too." The two greens eagerly went between and disappeared to follow their human's orders; however, the little brown just sat there for a moment. Xibalba raised an eyebrow watching the brown puff himself up and chirp at him. "Quin . . . I'll let Ziran nibble on your tail again," he stated, voice quite flat and even which didn't leave any question to the fact that he would do it.
With a hiss and a flare of his wings, Quin went between and disappeared causing Xiba to grin, a wild feral thing that didn't reach his eyes. Turning back to the runner, he sighed. Leaning back against his shirt that was draped over the railing, Xiba leaned his head back, at least until he felt something at his feet. Glancing down, he found his fluffy canine pup, Ziran, pawing at his boots. Nudging the pup away from the pin, not wanting him near the runner who was currently eyeing the pup with wide eyes. The runner was pacing back and forth, as much as the tied rope would let him and it was clear that he wasn't interested in having the canine to close to him. "Back up, runt," he spoke though the pup didn't listen to him. Instead, it grabbed onto his boot string and started shaking it in his mouth. Xiba sighed and reached down, grabbing the pup by the scruff of his neck and frightening a yelp out of him. He didn't pick the pup up, instead he released him, watching as the pup stumbled back, out of the pin, and sat back on his haunches whimpering. Standing upright, Xibalba saw Quin was sitting back on the railing. He cocked his head at the brown flit, the smile gone and a stern look replaced it.
Muscles stretched over tanned flesh as he turned from the runner and moved toward his flits. Reaching out, he lightly tapped the little brown on the spine catching his attention and drawing it on himself. "Go find me a couple of strong hands," he ordered, reaching out and lightly petting the twin greens. "You too." The two greens eagerly went between and disappeared to follow their human's orders; however, the little brown just sat there for a moment. Xibalba raised an eyebrow watching the brown puff himself up and chirp at him. "Quin . . . I'll let Ziran nibble on your tail again," he stated, voice quite flat and even which didn't leave any question to the fact that he would do it.
With a hiss and a flare of his wings, Quin went between and disappeared causing Xiba to grin, a wild feral thing that didn't reach his eyes. Turning back to the runner, he sighed. Leaning back against his shirt that was draped over the railing, Xiba leaned his head back, at least until he felt something at his feet. Glancing down, he found his fluffy canine pup, Ziran, pawing at his boots. Nudging the pup away from the pin, not wanting him near the runner who was currently eyeing the pup with wide eyes. The runner was pacing back and forth, as much as the tied rope would let him and it was clear that he wasn't interested in having the canine to close to him. "Back up, runt," he spoke though the pup didn't listen to him. Instead, it grabbed onto his boot string and started shaking it in his mouth. Xiba sighed and reached down, grabbing the pup by the scruff of his neck and frightening a yelp out of him. He didn't pick the pup up, instead he released him, watching as the pup stumbled back, out of the pin, and sat back on his haunches whimpering. Standing upright, Xibalba saw Quin was sitting back on the railing. He cocked his head at the brown flit, the smile gone and a stern look replaced it.
