Thread: After the War (Razgriz x Lagertha)

Orgoth snarled as the Queen directed her fury at him no doubt he did not enjoy being ordered around by someone that was not Fang. Even though he was honor-bound to serve her, there was nothing forcing him to learn her way of life aside from her desire to control the village. Ko reached down and gripped his wrist, as if to tell him to not try and anything, before she too was lambasted for her lack of grace. Yes, Your Grace. she replied meekly, eyes and tails drooping that meant herself and Miwa were going to be up late into the night, using some of the remaining food as practice material. Wow, I haven't seen her this upset since the Priest's force tried to wipe this village out. Miwa muttered after Tiri'ol left, to which Orgoth replied, All because I eat as I normally have. Hardly a comparable offense to near-annihilation. This made the guard's brow tick a little, The Queen is still extremely fearful that the Order will return. She had accepted your clan's offer of protection, true, but in truth she knew little of your ways just as you were ignorant of ours. The titan snorted, Then clearly this village has isolated you from the harsh realities of the wild. You think the Kitsune were the only ones affected by that damned Priest?! The barbarian tribes were nearly extinct thanks to him! My fellow Wolves, butchered like animals! And yet you sit here and complain about how to eat! In the face of death, what does that matter!? At this Miwa couldn't control his anger anymore, The Order is shattered, you savage! Any remnants will be FAR easier to deal with, so at the very least we can pound some civility into that thick boulder you call a skull! Orgoth bellowed angrily, standing up and nearly flipping the table as he grabbed his blades, Civility is why you Kitsune are so weak! Ko stepped between them, ENOUGH YOU TWO! WE'RE ALLIES, REMEMBER!? Both Miwa and Orgoth still glared daggers at each other, obviously heated over something so irrelevant. Ko breathed, Orgoth...Miwa...Listen to me. The peace between us is fragile, yes, but not easily broken. She then turned and faced the giant, adding Look, we know how harsh it is out there. Out there, it's kill or be killed. The fact that you've lived as long as you have is a blessing under those conditions. She then turned to her fellow guard, And as for you, Rai'thi pointed that out himself. But we can't expect him to know our ways right off the bat. I know you care about the Queen, but getting angry isn't going to help. So help me help him, alright? Ko didn't usually get serious like this, but when she did it was an evident reminder that she was fiercely loyal. Her eight red tails swishing, she then let out a heavy sigh, Right, let's get to work then. Thankfully, those that cleaned up left a setting so that Orgoth would be able to practice. At the very least, they could try to teach him the use of a knife and fork, right? The barbarian was seated once more, Yade heading to the hut to give the Queen the rest of her meal - sparing a few fish filet, a boar loin and some chicken thighs from the massive platter he was bringing her - and walked past them, beginning what was likely to be a repeat lesson for this brute. Yade, meanwhile, soon arrived at the Queen's door and was about to knock when he heard the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps no doubt it was Yuit. Bless the poor lad, he was so attached to Tiri'ol after the gruesome tragedy of his parents' deaths. Soon enough the door opened to reveal the brown-haired Kitsune smiling at him. Mister Yade! I smell food! Mommy, Yade's here! the boy called out enthusiastically, the elderly Kitsune walking into the hut, placing the tray of food and soup on the table just next to the Queen. Yade then smiled, I do worry about the Order as well, my Queen...But if I might be so bold... He then paused and took a small breath, M'lady...I know that the Wolf is not exactly...'proper'. But please try to understand that he does intend to honor the agreement as much as he possibly can. All this information Manners, etiquette, civility. It will take time for him to adjust. I do not pretend to understand the trials he and his tribe have had to endure, especially during the Priest's reign of terror. But...I am from the mountains, which is a fairly close second. Truth be told, he still imagined the days when the bastard's army marched up the cliffs, turning the beautiful stone range into a towering inferno. And try as they might, the fire-arcana of their Weavers was simply too strong, the wind magic only feeding their cursed flames. He then gently touched Tiri'ol on the shoulder, Just...please give him time, Your Grace. He will adjust...Out there, after all, not doing such means you're not likely to see the next sunrise.