And the dinner bell rings [Open*]

[imurvixen]

WHO: Kagari and any Zikhadhara-loyals / Cultists wishing to have dinner with her
WHERE: Outside of the Temple of Zikhadhara, the jungle
WHEN: Day 47 (the same day as [her journal entry])

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[lizardjester]

Firi smirked as he slunk through the trees, easily maneuvering across the forest floor, even in his heels. He still wasn't that thrilled about Ribika in general, and the idea of the Big Cat still scared him a little, but this was what Leaks wanted, so who was Firi to refuse?

Before, while Leaks had never exactly been nice to Firi, he at least allowed the little lizard a certain amount of his attention. It almost wasn't like that now, Leaks was different because of the curse and busy with other things. Firi was going to do all he could to keep Leaks happy, so he went along with it.

He had to admit that it was great fun: the teasing, the camaraderie, all the chaos.

Extending his tail for balance, he quickly dashed up the stairs of the temple, where he'd wait. The Ribika-girl had extended them an invitation, after all, it would rude to refuse and maybe Leaks would show up sooner or later. "Hello, hello," he said in passing.

Hopping over the slain Shadhavar and weaving his way through the others, Firi immediately laid down and stretched out on the stone floor. It was surprisingly warm. Once again, he was the only non-Ribika present, but he was used to it, so it didn't feel strange at all. In fact it felt more comfortable than being in the town with those strange creatures.

Firi looked up at the newcomer and smiled at her, feeling a sense of kindredness about her. "Never mind the kitties," he said, now used to these foreigners words for Ribika, "Come sit."

[riikusu]

Something smelled delicious, and it wasn't just the blood. Besides, where his loyal comrades went, Leaks went. Dinner? It sounded exquisite. Loyalty, loathing, bloodlust--equally so. Avoiding the over-population of humans, like an infestation, all self-righteous and self-important and self-satisfied, was even better, and if Kagari was making dinner, that dear beautiful beast, then he was going to be there.

They were not friends; oh, no. The bond ran deeper than any of that, much deeper, to the tangled place in his heart that ran like bramble and weed, thick as loss.

Long ago, Leaks had forgotten who he was. And now, in the presence of their new master, he had surrendered himself completely to a higher power. The truth was, he liked it. Perhaps he had always been looking for someone, something, this powerful, to serve.

In his own way, he was almost...nicer. To Firi, at least. Patted him upon the head--offered a good boy, distractedly, now and then, running long fingers with even longer nails through the silky white hair, or across a smooth white cheek. Delicate, fond, abstract, but certainly present.

He lounged back, eyes shut, in a chair near Firi, arms folded over his chest but listening, listening; listening to everything.

He would do well by his new master. He would dine with his allies and the days would dawn in their favor.

[certifiednutso]

"I remember you," Harley said, smiling as she curled up on the stone beside him, wrapping her tail around her legs, "you talked to me in the journal thing-a-ma-bob!"

She took a liking to him immediately. He had defended her when stupid Clark 'ooh look at me I'm so righteous and snotty and a big old JERK' Kent was insulting her... and insulting Mr. J... she cracked her neck on one side, looking back into the lush jungle. She wondered what he would do if he were here.

But no. He wasn't here. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the blood around her and the security she felt. After all, she knew enough to go where the power was, and here, at the temple, she could feel it flowing through her veins like a drug.

Grinning again at Firi, she began to play with the ruffles on his outfit. "So pretty..." And then she noticed his tail. "Hey... you aren't... what are you, exactly?"