Thread: After the War (Razgriz x Lagertha)

Everything had been how it had always been. Or at least things had turned back to it's normal festival type of deal since the high priest had been executed. Now the Kitsune, having joined the berserkers to slay the beat a few months ago, were returning their worships, to their songs and dance. The Queen had known all too well one of the warriors was coming to her place of shelter amongst her kin. Though not overly pleased with a brute walking amongst such lively polite creatures, she had agreed nonetheless. At least, she could try to civilize the brute and show the rest of them there was no harm in her culture. They call us Fox-eared! It's so insulting! The squeaky voice of a boy kitsune chirped in her ear. His brown hair ruffled her ear, and he jumped on her shoulder, no more than about a foot was the boy. No doubt he was much too young for such talks about a foreigner, but here he was perching himself beside her, insulting the warrior that had yet to come. Careful Yuit...what if the warrior comes and hears you? The Queen Tiri'ol replied waving a dismissing finger. Her throne room seemed nothing too fancy, bamboo trees lined behind her, and her tails, nine of them, were curled up below her as she bounced herself slightly. Tiri'ol had never been the most patient Queen, not with the matters of the High priest, and not with a strange creature coming to live amongst them. Still, she had agreed to this, to a new bodyguard. I said nothing wrong! The boy's brows furrowed, his golden eyes turning teary. Tiri'ol jerked her head in Yuit's direction giving him a stern look. Yuit silenced himself, jumping from her shoulder to below her knee in front of her throne. Flowers danced along the pathway in front of her, and Tiri'ol was very much out in the open in the middle of her village watching the kitsune play. Much like a mother to her child, as she felt much like they were. Yuit..it's not nice to imply they are saying anything wrong by calling us such names. Besides.. Tiri'ol leaned forward, tugging gently with skilled fingers on the boy's brown ears to either side. His one tail curled up, his face turning red as he squirmed in her hold whimpering. We have fox ears to them. Do they not look similar to the foxes in the wild? Tiri'ol let go, watching Yuit smooth the fur on his ear as he sat down, his brown tail curling up around him. His large eyes looked up at her as she straightened herself on her throne. I wouldn't know! Yuit huffed, sad. You never let me out of the village! Even though you promise you'll let me see the festivals someday! When is someday? Why can't it be now? Yuit stomped a foot against the ground and Tiri'ol smiled, a soft giggle leaving her lips. One tails are very fragile things. Tiri'ol had rolled off her throne to the floor, standing and scooping the little creature into her pale arms. Her long dress swept against the grass behind her, her long blond hair parting around her tails that danced behind her. She cradled Yuit in her arms, against her large breasts as she tilted her head. Only one of you can join me on my trips once a year, this is the rules Yuit. It's hard enough protecting me, but when I bring one of you around it's much tougher. You have no way to defend yourselves. Tiri'ol exclaimed as she walked a little ways away from her bamboo throne. She looked at the bamboo bridges, small streams running under them to the platforms made of bamboo that some of the kitsune were dancing on. Tiri'ol's guards were close by, though she seemed not to look for them knowing they were close by was enough. That seems reasonable.. Yuit finally admitted, though to humans he was old enough to fend himself, since he was twenty amongst human years. However to kitsunes, he was still a child, and being a one tailed meant he was a very easy target to predators. Good. Tiri'ol's ears flicked, her head turning to the left in the direction she heard heavy footsteps. Frightened, Yuit's fur stood on edge, and he climbed up her chest to hide in her hair only peaking out slightly as the noise got closer. Tiri'ol smiled, laughing a bit as she patted the frightened Yuit's head. She moved back to her throne, sitting back on it as she had been before. Come forward. Tiri'ol called to the sounds in the distance, knowing now the berserker that had been chosen as champion was here to show his new loyalty.