Thread: Unlikely Saviors [-:Haru|Luana:-]

Kion was, like most males, food-centric in a lot of ways. He did require a lot of food to keep operating at full efficiency, and like regular lions in the wild, when the opportunity presented itself to gorge, he took it. He was often without food for days at a time, depending on assignment and locale. I agree about wet fur and dining. he said, and his golden eyes looked over at her when she referred to him as 'her' fluffums. Of course, he was, but it sounded interesting and she was checking around for a tub as he pushed off his armor, and soon he was in nothing but a loincloth, and he grabbed a clean one of those from his small pack. Tika found the washroom proper and soon Kion was headed that way, though threw back over his shoulder as he exited the room, I'm always good. and with a deep chuckle he went to get his bath. The tub was huge, even large enough for him, and Kion picked an unscented soap to wash with, since it would soon be useless anyway, and not provide much scent unless he used it all the time, or did little physical activity. Scrubbing down he stepped from the tub when he was done, and marveled a little at the huge hot air dryer provided - which routed heat from the engines, but not steam. Soon he was nice and dry and slipping on his clean loincloth since he was sure that Tika might not appreciate his hanging balls and large sheath, he went back to their room. He was quite clean, his white fur like arctic snow. Better? he asked. Uh huh, was her response to him always being good. Then again she had yet to see the contrary. In fact, if one believed the fortune tellers that categorized folk into nine personality types she was certain he was lawful good. She liked to consider herself chaotic good. Sort of good anyways. She never did anything to really hurt people. Unless they attacked first. She never lifted her eyes off her book as he left. She hadn't gotten very far sketching when the door opened again. Too caught up with possible materials. Tika looked up at the lion. His fur nearly gleamed it was so clean. She suddenly tossed her book in the air and folded her arms over her eyes. Gah so bright! So clean! If yer claws and axe don't scare baddies th'blindin' white will! She lifted her arms just a little to smirk at the lion. Very much glad he wore at least a loin cloth. She'd seen actual animals about, their dangling bits swaying. Not the prettiest of pictures. C'mere tangle mane. Don't need you gettin' dreadlocks, she said with a beckoning hand, the other delving into her bag. C'mon, I'll be gentle. He would have to settle on the floor while she stood on the lounge. If both were seated he was be far too tall for her. Despite he usual brash and almost hectic mannerisms she was very gentle. Each tangle and knot was tended with the utmost care, never once yanking or tugging. Know a thing or two about hair us Gnomes do. Had Kion known what she was thinking he might have argued the point, but as it was, time for philosophical conversations was plentiful, and actions would speak louder than words. As he re-entered the room, her reaction brought a laugh and the huge white lion moved to sit on the floor, his broad back facing Peanut as she started to work on his hair. She was gentle and soon his eyes were closing as he purred that deep contented purr of his. It had been a long time since anyone had actually taken care of him, and in that moment Tika was part of his Pride. Maybe one braid or two, to keep my hair from my eyes Peanut. he said as he purred, and he leaned back a bit into the little gnome. I know you know about hair. You'll take care of me. Maybe after this you'll come and have a drink with me? he asked hopefully. If Kion ws honest with himself, he was liking this little gnome more and more. She was definitely rubbing off on him, and were he a housecat he'd be curled up in her lap and kneading her clothes. The sudden desire that he could do such a thing was odd, but he couldn't deny it. It took a little while but soon his mane was smooth and shining, and Kion turned to smile at the little gnome. Thank you very much. I hope it was not too much trouble for you, and I'll try to be good from now on. he said, and then looked down at the small bleeding wound that was the only thing to mar his white fur. It was where the man had stabbed him earlier in the other cabin. He'd forgotten all about it. You have anything to clean that up, Peanut? he asked hopefully. Tika grinned as Kion purred. It was rather adorable she had to admit. As she combed she hummed a quiet yet jaunty tune. Despite the fact she only wore her hair in twin tails or a braid, or twin braids, she rather liked playing with hair. His mane was especially fun. Soft and thick. She had a strange urge to ruffle it and bury her face in it. Strange that. She managed to resist those urged. At the request of a braid or two she said, sure thing fluffums. She paused for a minute to figure out just how she wanted to do it. Her hands fluffed the hair close to her forehead to see how they naturally laid then nodded to herself. A drink? Suppose I could be persuaded, she said with a grin. In fact a drink sounded quite good. They'd had a rough few hours. What with their chase, the assassins, more assassins, the airship nearly crashing. Alright, ya persuaded me. She said after a moment with a laugh. With care she braided the front of his mane tight to his head and continued one around each ear. It looked pretty good and would do the job of keeping it out of his eyes. Sure, sure, anythin' for my fluffums, she said as she put her comb away. As she did that he asked about cleaning something. Looking up she saw the seeping red patch. Wincing she remembered. He had been stabbed. Again. Hand still in her bag she pulled out her two little jars. Tika jumped down from the lounge and stood in front of the lion. With him seated and her standing they were close to eye level. Funny, she had never really paid attention to his face. It was very far away after all. Kind, noble. Those words flitted across her mind. She shook her head a little and made her mixture. She rubbed the mixture to the wound and pinched the skin together. With her little arms she stood quite close to the lion, eyes intent on the wound. Slowly she withdrew her fingers and watched a moment to ensure it would hold. There ya are. Good as new. She reached up and playfully flicked his whiskers. Good kitty. Tika moved away and returned the small jars to her bag. So, 'bout those drinks. Humans got a knack fer gossip. Get lucky maybe, free food and drinks. Gotta impress that princess, she said with a devious giggle. As she agreed to a drink Kion smiled broadly. Great! You treated me to food and drink earlier, now it's my turn. he told her, and sat with his eyes closed as she would braid his hair to keep it from his eyes. He hoped they got to relax, at least for a few hours, before some other event interrupted what was supposed to be a quiet bit of travel. By the time Tika was done he had two thick braid on either side of his head , which did serve to keep the hair from his eyes, and he purred happily. You did a wonderful job! he praised her and would stand when she indicated she was through, the little gnome barely coming to mid-thigh, and Kion careful about where he faced so she didn't get a face full of parts before he started to get dressed. Then, as she once more tended to his wound, he breathed and let the goo stitch him together again, and as she flicked his whiskers and called him a 'good kitty', he smiled and lifted one of her tiny comparatively hand to his mouth and placed a little kiss on the back of it. Your Highness. he said with a twinkle in his eyes, getting into character for their roles outside of the cabin. Do you prefer Highness, or Exalted one? Maybe Mistress? he asked with a wink. He finished dressing, deciding to leave his armor behind, and only taking one small sword, leaving his larger sword and his axe behind. Shall I walk with you, or carry you? he asked, curious on how she wanted to make her entrance.