08-07-2011, 04:29 PM
Slight pp. #351
The feline seemed to pant primitively at the hare. ikyatavo studied the brute-ish behavior of the cat with disdain. Did it believe muscle would intimiadate him? He could get away from almost anything, and simple strength could not break him. There was no intimidation in dumb growls - and the general lack of intelligence that Sikyatavo decided the felaine expressed by er behavior. Sitting calmly atop his table, he looked down on the beast, and if any of them could have interpreted his little face, they would have seen the open frown.
Maska darkened his gaze as Nahele continued to work to keep the male back. Again with the dumbness of this people. He had had such hopes for these dwellers, but it seemed they were simply intent on fighting the help he aimed to give them. Hopefully, they would learn in time. Perhaps all that was needed was an example. "No, Nayati. It was Dawali who disappointed you, remember? You know the laws, you know it is no lie." Even faced with such a simple truth, they failed to understand and still struggled against his help. It was sad, truly. "If your mate—" he said harshly, "is dim-witted enough to physically oppose her leadership, she might perhaps learn something from the punishment she has recieved, yes?"
Nahele grunted as the fist hit him, and for a few short moments he was taken by the surprise. The Utina rushed forward a yard, two, maybe three, and Maska yelped in surprise and took several steps backwards. Before long, though, Nahele made for Nayati and caught him in the leg. The strength of the Itse was not unexpected to the Guardian, but for the first time since his arrival he was truly in need of his expertise in warfare. He found his footing for a moment and twisted, sending the Itse to the ground. The Warrior new just how to place his own weight on the fallen male to keep him on he floor. Calmer, Maska spoke with contempt in his voice. "You would do well to weigh your words now, Itse," he spat, moving forward with certain steps.
The feline seemed to pant primitively at the hare. ikyatavo studied the brute-ish behavior of the cat with disdain. Did it believe muscle would intimiadate him? He could get away from almost anything, and simple strength could not break him. There was no intimidation in dumb growls - and the general lack of intelligence that Sikyatavo decided the felaine expressed by er behavior. Sitting calmly atop his table, he looked down on the beast, and if any of them could have interpreted his little face, they would have seen the open frown.
Maska darkened his gaze as Nahele continued to work to keep the male back. Again with the dumbness of this people. He had had such hopes for these dwellers, but it seemed they were simply intent on fighting the help he aimed to give them. Hopefully, they would learn in time. Perhaps all that was needed was an example. "No, Nayati. It was Dawali who disappointed you, remember? You know the laws, you know it is no lie." Even faced with such a simple truth, they failed to understand and still struggled against his help. It was sad, truly. "If your mate—" he said harshly, "is dim-witted enough to physically oppose her leadership, she might perhaps learn something from the punishment she has recieved, yes?"
Nahele grunted as the fist hit him, and for a few short moments he was taken by the surprise. The Utina rushed forward a yard, two, maybe three, and Maska yelped in surprise and took several steps backwards. Before long, though, Nahele made for Nayati and caught him in the leg. The strength of the Itse was not unexpected to the Guardian, but for the first time since his arrival he was truly in need of his expertise in warfare. He found his footing for a moment and twisted, sending the Itse to the ground. The Warrior new just how to place his own weight on the fallen male to keep him on he floor. Calmer, Maska spoke with contempt in his voice. "You would do well to weigh your words now, Itse," he spat, moving forward with certain steps.