Thread: Traniers up's and down's

Lox extended his left hand towards his new kitten, and chuckled deeply within his helmet as he caressed her soft right ear. The gloves he wore were blunt and heavy, but the ease he showed in softly petting her was enough to gauge just how long he had worn and used them as he spoke quietly but solemnly. As I said before, I hoped for something that was nonexistent, and therefore it was my fault after all, but I don't expect you to act in every fine manner that I chose. I have no desire for a robot, act as the person you are and I shall see if I do like you more personally than whoever might have owned you before or treated you differently. What I do expect of you is no less than any of my other lambs in the society. You will be expected to handle a sidearm, as well as a blade with a master's touch but I don't expect that immediately. Lox wanted to lean over and give the little kitten a small kiss, but his helmet prevented him from showing that kind of affection and though he usually went slick within his own home and the training grounds he had to remind himself to be very careful when showing his affection to her. There were more than a few lambs as well as quite a number of outside and very powerful females who sought his personal attentions, and though his power base was extremely solid and loyal tentative relationships had to be maintained in order to keep the peace. A heavy sigh issued from him as he relaxed more thoroughly, his anger sated and from the front seat a tiny smile could be seen crinkling the old eyelids of the driver sensing Lox calming. Look carefully Arria, these are my lambs, and this is the flock that I alone am responsible for. The had pulled up to a gate that had no fewer than four guards, all dressed similarly to Lox with full face helmets but lacking the horns that adorned his own. All four preformed a very odd salute, offering the blade of different knives in their right hands while their left arm crossed over the chest clutching an assortment of compact one handed weapons. Everyone bowed, and after wards one approached Lox's window which he rolled down and nodded slightly. They were admitted, and took the long winding road up to the three story Mansion that dominated a good five acre's of land. All along the straight driveway on the soft grass that lined either side were groups of individuals sparing, fighting with knives, smaller groups being instructed on side arm use by others who held only the barest bit more decoration to their uniforms than the others and still more oddly every single of the the creatures hailed from every back ground imaginable. The fact that wolf's, tigers, jaguars, hyena's, and all other manner of predators could be seen here and there was a marker for the respect Lox commanded, lamb or not they all followed his orders to the letter, and Lox smiled gently behind his mask at the groups here and there taking brakes, chatting, and enjoying a meal together in peace. One thing was for sure though, all turned towards the car and all presented the common greeting when he passed, no matter what they were doing or resting. Lox exited the car once it pulled in front of the mansion, and offered a hand for his new kitten to exit turning to close the door and smiling as Wilson drove the car to the parking lot before twitching ever so slightly. As easily as a dancer moving to the beat of the music, Lox leaned back and tilted his left shoulder farther down, and watched as the long and very familiar butterfly knife skimmed just over his shoulder and barely missed his chin. Since he was already in a lower position, he continued to turn his body and heavily thumped his open palm into the chin of an extremely agitated looking vixen who fought desperately to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head from the thud of the impact. Curling his left arm around her slim waist, Lox brought his fist down hard and stopped it just a hair from the vixen's nose, still dazed from the first hit but the knife still clutched angrily in her hand. Failed again I see? Practice more, and meditate on your mistake. Maybe another day you'll taste my blood and earn your horns. The vixen bite her lower lip and looked down and to the side as she stood on her own power as Lox chuckled and removed his helmet, handing it to her as she deftly stowed her knife and clutched the helmet to her chest. You'll get old and slow one day Mr. Sheepy, and I'll have a pretty helmet with horns on it too if you don't watch it. Turning to his kitten Lox smiled geniuenly pleased as he ushered her inside the large double doors held open by two smiling guards. Any lamb with horns is called a Ram, and Rams command no less than eighty and no more than one hundred black lambs at any time, but to become a Ram you have to draw a single line of blood from myself in hand to hand, and as you saw it's not an easy feat to accomplish. There are eight Rams currently, along with Serena here who's close, but not quite up to par. Serena was currently on the other side of the kitten, and leaned over nipping the tip of her ear playfully before whispering quietly. It takes a freak to even draw blood from Mr. Sheepy, but maybe if you surprise him you can nip him hard or claw his back when he's sleeping.