[PRP] A Brother? [Minhak and Kasoro]

[Yin-Bug]

Minkah had been spending a good amount of his time trying to figure out who hated him, who didn't know what to think of him and who was pretty okay with him. Of course there was mostly those who hated him, followed by those who didn't know what to think of him... and there was a small population that was okay with him. They were being pretty reasonable. He came saying he wanted to fight the enemy but was related to two of the enemy. AND he was the son of a Goddess and he happened to pick the pride where the majority didn't believe in gods or goddesses.

He found himself in an odd spot at the moment. He felt like a huge sore thumb in the firekin. But he couldn't leave yet,not until all of this Nergui stuff was done. Once that was he could leave and go on his own way once again. He was excited to be able to get going and go do something else but he was here waiting until all of this Nergui stuff was over. He was happy to be here but just couldn't wait to leave at the same time.

But there was something that caught his attention here, which is what he was looking for right now. There was a male that looked a lot lie his mother and he was wondering where he was. He wanted to talk to this male.  

[SilverLutz]

Kasoro was getting used to the desert he now called home. It had taken a while to become comfortable with the sand under his paws and the sun beating down on his body, but now that he knew the ins and outs of the pride, made a few friends, and gotten good at his job, he barely noticed the uncomfortable qualities of the Firekin lands. He was still given distrusting looks from the more traditional members of the pride - it was easy to tell he was a rouge, even with his impressive size that matched and even surpassed some of the local males - but he was slowly worming his way into their good graces.

The pride was so large Kasoro was positive he hadn't met even a quarter of the lions that lived here, and he doubted he ever would. They weren't a very personable pride, meeting and speaking with each other only when it was needed. He didn't go out of his way to talk to many, either, having gotten too many snarls and rebuttals than he cared to think about.

The white lion didn't dwell on that too much now, though. He took the days as they came and enjoyed every one of them. Currently he was making his way to one of the new watering holes that had formed after the intense rains, liking the taste of this water better than that of the pools that had been stagnant for months and months. He kept his head down as the sun beat upon him, shielding his light eyes from the glare.

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