Dire Wolf Devil
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓔𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻.
"I'm fine. Show me this book that you were looking for." An slight urging undertone in his voice as he stared at a book in his hands.
Dei-Loki blinked from the urgent tone. He didn't want to push it, despite how worried he was. So, instead, he looked back to the book case he'd been searching through. Eventually gently taking down the moderately thick book from the third shelf. "This is the one." he spoke up, flipping open the multi-story filled book as he managed to smile a bit. "It's nothing too fancy... but it's about this little girl that lived north of here. She used t' go out and explore the wilderness. And each time she did, her mother would advise her to stay away from the caves to avoid danger. Well, one day, the little girl wandered out a bit too far and she wound up stumbling across that very cave her mother warned her about. Out of curiosity, she entered the cave and eventually stumbled across a dragon. She was scared, but, for what ever reason... the dragon hadn't hurt the little girl. Instead, it stuck to the back of the cave - weak and cold due to the coming winter. The little girl approached the dragon, covering the beast with her coat, though it wasn't enough. She knew she needed even more help. So, she quickly ran back to the village. Of course, the dragon being what he was, the villagers feared him and refused to help the little girl in aiding the creature in survival. So the little girl, by herself, began knitting a sweater for the gentle giant. With not a single ounce of aid from the villagers. And, thanks to her, the dragon survived the winter. And, despite the lack of help from the frightened villagers, the dragon still chose to protect the village, anyway. Just to prove himself that he could be trusted. But, the villagers still ended up pushing him away, and he turned to the girl before he fled to the mountains where he is now, in mythological terms, known as the 'King of the Sky'. Never vengeful, always forgiving..." Dei-Loki would follow the description with a sigh from the memory. "I guess the reason why I've always loved it was because of the partial relatability I had towards it. Used to ask for my brother t' read this t' me every night. Swear, I must've driven him crazy with it."
Izzy waltz into the kitchen to see Ruvik there. She grinned, knowing he hasn't noticed her yet. She crouched down, being very silent behind him as she got closer to him. Then swiftly, she pounced on him, snarling. She flipped him onto his back, her tail wagging as she made a noise in her throat. "Hey Ruvy!" She cooed, a lava like substance dripping out the sides of her mouth and down to him in a long, slow motion way, like drool.
Ruvik sighed, having just washed his hands after cleaning. Out of surprise and a bit of fear, he'd release a yelp the moment he was tackled by Izzy. Flinching as he'd been flipped before he'd then cautiously observe the lava-esk liquid slowly dripping from her mouth. "I... Hello..." he quietly seemed to whine before making an attempt to get up.
Nia followed after Akumu, her green eyes absorbing every detail of the palace, she would recall her own time spent in a palace. The intricate disign on the doors, how many steps lead up to her room, the names of a few guards, the exact layout of her room, and the courtyard... a intricate maze of beauty. A small pocket of nature from around the world to behold, beautifully hand crafted fountains found throughout, and small hill rising to the center where a great tree would rest easy, next to it, her mother's grave... a grim reminder of how cruel the wold can be. The courtyard garden started out as little more a collection of rocks and shrubs, but under her mothers tender care, grew into what it was.
Akumu, gently pushing the doors open, had allowed his gaze to travel about the elaborately coloured courtyard, aligned with trees, flowers and bushes. Plenty of unique looking fresh fruit to be picked, even with the smell of snow in the air.