07-23-2012, 01:28 AM
As his companion put forth a request to exact this revenge himself, the cockatrice bowed its head and moved back on the branch, giving the flora God the honor as the Beast King himself actually approached, dismissing the cockatrice of its services. The avian then proceeded to hide in the underbrush once more, entering the unsettling quiet that all the creatures of this forest had fallen into.
He watched in a strange glee as his brother exacted vengeance, slaughtering the farmer with no mercy. He returned the hug as his brother afforded him one for what felt like the first time. It probably was. He wasn't too sure of that. "It is a wonderful feeling to right a such a wrong in such a way," he said, voice still containing the deep growls and snarls of the many beasts that resided here. "I am glad you've gotten to experience it as well." He pulled back, smiling at his brother.
As the young girl spoke, he turned, eyeing her with still angry eyes. He turned to her fully, approaching, lifting up his uncovered hand. One of the mice had poked its head out to watch the spectacle and he gently petted its nose, leaving his finger to rest gently on its nose. He felt no spell over them. In fact, the only magic he felt in the mouse, aside from the natural magic born within every living creature, was a simple connection spell, a bond with the girl that had been chased here. And he felt no hostility toward her from the small beast. It clung to her hair and body completely of its own will. And that Ursan could not punish. "You will see no hostility from me, mortal," he said quietly, dropping his hand. "Those mice are there of their own will. You have done nothing to ensue my wrath."
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