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It was amusing how the lower kind held themselves in such high regard. It was as if they had hopes for their future. They were interesting playthings. He couldn't ask for better ones himself. They didn't need any encouragement to be entertaining. They just were, and he had every right to play with them. Einri-kun was innately superior with the sacred Pravian blood coursing through his veins. Being anything less than a deity was below him. Granted, he was but a minor one. Vera E'tani was the Queen among the Gods. Sure, her mate could be called the King, but there was no equal to her. Cyra was an interesting case. She was the Warden, which made her quite the powerful force, yet she is a runt. A dead cat walking. In a sense, she was a demigod promoted to a god.
Still, he was a demigod and above all those other beings that called the league home. It give him an obvious sense of pride as he observed the motions of the camp.
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POSTEDNov 25, 2018 15:07:24 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Perhaps common sense should have said that she should have avoided all cats with a golden pelt for her own good. It was the logical, not getting your throat cut option. And Elleth was a big fan of keeping her little black throat in one piece. But, for some reason, she could never manage to work up any real fear for anyone outside of the Nemesis herself and her ever watching warden. Perhaps because she could actually believe she had the skills to make her regret anything dumb she did. The rest of the family, the minor branches and untrained lineages that sprung out from the Nemesis's bloodlines, couldn't gain any of that primal terror that those top dogs of the league could manage to evoke. The were just one of the rest, their rosettes merely a moment for a quick double check of anything she said, and nothing much more.
So, without much hesitation at seeing the form of a trainee with the clear pravain traits, she merely sat down beside the tom. "Good morning, how are you today?" The greeting was maybe a bit too warm and amiable, said between licks given to her still fresh wound.
