[PRP] Bringing Home The Slave (Nyota, Koin, Verge)

[+Sephiros Immortal+]

Verge'lian canted head to one side, his poise bespeaking his power silently, even in relaxation. It seemed that this first son of his was quite the ambitious one, but thus far his efforts had served the pride...and so Verge felt that approval was needed. Nodding slowly, he summed the wild dog up with his eyes. "Mmmm...but did you think perhaps that injuring him so might hinder his usefulness, my son?" He rumbled quietly, icy gaze flicking to the younger lion.

Naturally, he simply wanted to hear the answer, his acceptance of this creature was not in jeopardy. It was to Nyota's shame, if the wild dog was utterly useless. The boy could be ruthless, Verge noted...much like himself, when he was younger, and less wise.  

[Seaki]

Koin took a slow pace after the young lion, but kept up. He wasn't going to risk getting attack by the ruthless beast. He would probably have a permanent limp. Muscles took a long time to heal. His other wounds, however, would probably heal fairly quickly.

A shiver ran down the dog's spine as they wandered further into the lands. A small whimper escaped his throat as his eyes flicked across the large lion. He wanted to question was the word 'Na'artu' meant, but he realized he wasn't brave enough. He could probably guess. Slave; servant. That, or he was marked for death...

Koin didn't listen to the conversation too much, his head bowed. He knew he was beaten. It would take a while for him to escape; if he could that is. He figured he wouldn't die today, at least. Why else would the juvenile heal his wounds?  

[+Sephiros Immortal+]

Verge'lian sighed, "Mayhap so, just remember, an able-bodied Na'artu is quite valuable, though he will likely heal decently, even if not completely." Nodding in his son's direction, he actually smiled faintly, "I commend you for bringing him in, however...for as well you know, the pride's ranks need to be bolstered, even by the acquisition of such creatures."

He knew what it was like to be the elder son...under more scrutiny, constantly analyzed for improvement. Verge simply flinched to see that part of himself in any of his children...that powerlust.

Turning then, to the wounded canine, he arched a brow. "And what is your name, then?" It was less an inquiry and more a demand.  

[Seaki]

Koin's ears twitch. He felt the pain in his side and shoulder the most, though he was trying to ignore it to listen to the conversation. It was... a bit difficult, to say the least. He'd never been in such pain. At least nothing he could remember. The dog took a deep breath and braced himself to start listening.

'-quisition of such creatures.' ... 'And what is your name, then?'

"A-ah, I'm called K-koin..." The shaky dog responded to the question. He didn't shrink at the leader's gaze, fore he wasn't even looking upon the lion. His eyes rested on the king's large paws. They could probably kill him with one swoop.

Koin gave a small gulp and willed himself to stop shaking.  

[+Sephiros Immortal+]

"Koin." He seemed to process this for a moment, before he closed his eyes, seeming satisfied. "You will serve our pride then, Koin. Serve well and our treatment of you will not be overly harsh." What use was it to harm a slave that was doing his job, after all, that was completely counter-productive.

Perhaps he should have a talk later, with Nyota about such things. The boy was proud, and overconfident, likely as not, and better to warn him about possible blunders now, and Verge's own old mistakes, than to let Nyota make new ones that could cause disaster to himself, and to the pride. "I trust you will watch after him, Nyota, and see that he knows his place."  

[Seaki]

The dog nodded once in understanding. Though the words did not see harsh in understanding, they sounded like a clear thread to him. 'Serve well, and we'll not kill you.' But that was his fear talking. He stored to words to the back of his mind. He'd remember them sometime in the future. "I understand," Koin managed.

Koin gave a shiver at Verge's next words. 'I trust you will watch after him, Nyota, and see that he knows his place.' Koin let his gaze wander to Nyota, who was looking at him. His gaze did not go to the face of the juvenile lion. That was disrespectful in packs; he didn't know if it was the same here. Best not offend anyone...  

[+Sephiros Immortal+]

"Mmm. I think Mora'era has some experience in that field, though I think it rather strange considering her occupation." Shrugging a massive shoulder, his glance passed over the wild dog, already disregarding him in favor of his son.

"I have duties to tend to, Nyota, but...I would like to have some conversation with you soon, as I daresay we should discuss a few things." He was careful not to speak so as to phrase it in a negative light. To be perfectly honest, he should talk with all of his sons who seemed eager for the throne he currently occupied. Better they learn from his mistakes...than blunder into their own. To have war amongst them could be devastating.  

[Seaki]

Koin watched the end of the conversation through half lidded eyes. This was a rather strange area and he had to watch his back. He was already wounded... He'd get care, though. Judging by what Nyota said. He hoped this Mora'era wasn't cruel as Nyota was... He'd be done for if she was...  

[+Sephiros Immortal+]

Verge'lian simply dipped his head in acknowledgment, making a rumbling sound of affirmation. "Later, then." He would talk to the other as soon as he had his thoughts in order, for expressing himself to others, even relatives, was not precisely the most effortless of tasks for Verge.

But at least one good thing had been accomplished today, even if by the paw of this particularly ambitious son of his.  

[Seaki]

Koin took a hesitant step forward before following Nyota. A he kept his pained back leg off the ground so he wouldn't tear the muscle further. He made sure he could keep up... He had to survive... He had to.