the game, (northshore forrest)

Cronus grinned at Dyre's comment. "Yes of course you would. You are the true ruler of the Klan are you not?" He chuckled at this. Much to his disappointment the Doberman began to walkk away. "Leaving already? And we were just starting to catch up." His young neice turned towards him now. "You'll have hell to pay if anything's wrong with my father." Cronus gave her a mocking whimper. "You've got quite a little mouth on you. I'd be careful who you talk to like that." She went towards her father and tried to get him to turn back around and fight. Cronus scoffed at her attempt. "Tell me, are you deaf little girl? Perhaps you didn't hear me. I'm not here for a fight and neither is my cousin. I'm hear to help. I have a duty, to those that deserve it. I see no weakness in you, Dyre, and so you are among the few that do. If you won't appoint me oficially it will happen anyway, because sooner or later you klan will be finished along with your life. That is, if you don't except my help. You may be strong but everything around you is crumbling."

Cronus quickly bounded around so that he was facing Dyre directly, only inches away from his snout. "I'm through playing games and your little display of moping in your guilt is making you weaker in my eyes by the second. I'm not having this crap. Either you get onboard to save your klan and e can get to work, or she can have the fight that she's looking for," he said nodding towards Myori. "Make a decision, Dyre. I may not look it but I'm rather impatient." He turned back and headed towards the fallen city. "And as for my name, you shall call me Cronus. I'll just make myself at home while I'm here."

"Tell me, are you deaf little girl? Perhaps you didn't hear me. I'm not here for a fight and neither is my cousin. I'm hear to help. I have a duty, to those that deserve it." Myori bristled, and her lips went up again, snarling, hackles raised, her eyes narrowed at the incompetent little dog, hatred stirring in her heart for the mutt. "I may be younger, but I'm definately much more capable then you in any fight, you weakling."she hurled her insult at the dog, hating him with every fibre of her body, for coming in and destroying her game with her father. It wa srare that she played ANY game with her stern father, and when she got want, she rebels against whomever who disrupts it.

"I'm through playing games and your little display of moping in your guilt is making you weaker in my eyes by the second. I'm not having this crap. Either you get onboard to save your klan and e can get to work, or she can have the fight that she's looking for,". "Bring it on you weakling." she snarled her challenge at Cronus, padding a few steps closer to him, her muscles tense, ready for any quick movements.

((sorry for sounding a lil b***** here, but Myori hates her game disrupted. XD))

Cronus tilted his head at the dog that stood defiatn as ever before him. He let loose another cackle. "Trust me, child. You have no idea what you are getting yourself into. I don't doubt your ability as a fighter but against me you will be on your back begging for mercy in a mere matter of seconds." Cronus observed her body closely. It was powerful and still feminine at the same time but it was still young, and still developing. She was far from being a puppy but she was no adult either. Cronus could easily have her defeated but ties with Dyre were already strained enough. He hihley doubted that any fight between the two of them would end well, even if ou was quite sure he would be the victor.

However, he was going to start getting a little pissed if she kept on refering to him as a weakling. "It's not wise of you to call me such things child, and I'm quite sure that your father would rather not see you die today," he said also stepping a bit closer to her. "Besides, this dispute is between true klan members, not strays that were lucky enough to receive the teachings of the real family." He watched her eys expecting a flicker of fear but surprisingly didn't revieve one. "I admire your loyalty to your father but what you ar suggesting is plan stupid," he brushed passed he slowly moving towards Dyre. "Watch your mouth little girl, or maybe you'd rather I'd teach you a thing or two about battle."

((no problem. b***** makes conflict easier. By the way, was the little dog comment literal or was it just as an insult, because Cronus is considerably large compared to other dobermans. He's just small for an Akita is all. ))

Ooc: soooooo sorry it took me so long, my dad forgot to pay for the Internet and I was without for a week.



Dyre’s guilt eased when Myori came over too him, perhaps it wasn’t so bad after all. But then the mutt calling himself Cronus had to come over and open his mouth again. Dyre let out a small growl but before he could do anything about his cousin’s lack of respect his hotheaded daughter was up in arms. He laughed a little on the inside for what she was doing was more or less what he was about to do. She was ready to kill, that was something Dyre admired for it was his stern belief to fight every battle with the intention to kill or be killed. And again the mutt spoke. He went on with his conceited babble about how strong he was and it was wearing on Dyre’s nerves.

“Your arrogance annoys my cousin,” he said finally in a strong commanding voice. “You act as if it is you that is lord and not I. Though you come from another sect I would think it wise for you to remember your place and not insult your lord.” It wasn’t often that Dyre would hold his position over someone like that but the half-breed was trying his patience. Then he went and muttered that comment about Myori being a stray and not of the real Kato blood. That sent Dyre’s own blood into an angry rush and a loud bark that echoed through the forest ripped his maw in open baring razor sharp canines.

“You will watch your tongue fool or I will rip I out. You seem to think that because you have a drop of Kato blood you be a pure member of the Klan? Don’t make me laugh by any rate you’d be lower than dirt for the Kato blood in you is tarnished by whatever whore my uncle got to bear this pathetic husk of a dog.” His words pored out like poison as he verbally assaulted the poor fool that dared make him angry. “You will apologize to my daughter and bow your head with humility and respect, only then will I accept you into my Klan.” He then walked right passed the mutt and signaled for Myori to follow. “Oh and also,” he said stopping for a second and turning his head back slightly to speak to his cousin, “to insult her fighting ability to fight is to insult me for I was the one who trained her, just something to take note of.”

Myori's snarl raised immediately when the comment about a stary flew out of the maw of the half breed, and her hackles rasied, ready to lunge at him when Dyre made a move. Myori held back and waited for her father to finish and when he signaled her to follow, follw him Myori did.“You will apologize to my daughter and bow your head with humility and respect, only then will I accept you into my Klan.”. "There is no need father, but I just want to tear him limb from limb." Myori growled in a low whisper to the doberman, but inside, she knew her father would not allow such thing.

((Points up* That was me. I kinda...forgot to log in. XD))