Verone's morning had been unusually structured . He woke as usual but instead of a leisurely morning, he decided to train for a few hours in the jungle air . There was a sense of annoyance in him as he realized he had not been as diligent with his training as he should have been . Kyera had been busy but that was no reason to fall back on his work . A uneasy feeling had filled him when he realized that after the scuffle the other morning, that he had fell off his game . If Kyera could lay him out in just a few moves, then how could he have defended her against the Hyena's if they had decided to get physical in the bazaar? Being unable to have her back… that was… . No .
AdvertisementHe sighed, shaking his head as he jogged over to the stream . Sweat pouring from his body as he finished the cool down lap to the edge of his lands . Each tiger had their territory they were responsible for . A area they patrol and keep safe from hunters and maintain the peace of the feral beasts . A river ran through his lands, as well as fruit bearing tree groves and bushes of herbs . It was a prosperous area and with abundance of food and few predators rabbits and game were plentiful, making his yard their home . Sometimes these very residents caused havoc, and gave him a run for his coin as far as his patients could be pressed . Especially the Monkey folk, who were tricksters at the best of times and thieving beasts at the worst .
For the most part, his domain Silver Falls, had been fairly quiet . The beauty of being deep in the Jungle, far above the main Shifter cities was the lack of people around . There was a lack of quarreling and destruction found near the shifter villages from young ones acting out against their parent's wishes . No one to trouble him, and as long as the ferals behaved he would have a quiet time . Other than the normal trouble making monkeys, and playful rodents there had been little to disturb his routine… until his bath . If he had known what was coming, he would have chosen another activity for sure .
The icy water trailing from the peaks of the Fifth Mountain was invigorating to his senses . The sensation of pins and needles as well as surge of awareness moving through each nerve ending . It was as much a pain as a pleasure to submerge himself, forcing his body to endure the touch of the mountain dew . The sensations making him more alert, as he slowly eased himself in . Due to this alertness, the sound of a branch breaking caused him to jerk his eyes in the direction of the errant sound . He was only about halfway submerged when he noticed the the blurred ball of orange in the air, quickly shifting color as it nearer the surface of the water .
Confusion then annoyance crossed Verone's mind as he shouted a rather unfriendly curse and braced for it . The splash across his chest that he knew was coming was not going to be pleasant . The water splashed onto his chest, face, hair and neck, causing his entire body to tense in shock . The orange ball, who popped up out of the water laughing, was a familiar youth .
Verone's eye twitched as he stared at the boy . Every muscle in his body was focused on holding himself back . "I swear if you were not my brother…" he began to growl but was cut short when another splash of water was sent at his face . If looks could kill, Talis would have been clawed through by the daggers in his elder brother's eyes .
"Oh but I am… so down kitty kitty . " Talis teased with a grin . His boyish good looks and wild orange hair making him look even more mischievous . It was hard to believe this child who flirted with Verone's anger so easily became a nervous kitten when it came time to leave their domain . For a moment, Verone felt that familiar disappointment but then he remembered the boy from the day before… perhaps his brother wasn't the idiot here .
Chapter end
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