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The foreigner, Kou'te-bpe as he has asked to be called, has been learning the use of the spear at a commendable rate. Likely he'll never be an expert in its use, but one cannot have everything. Besides, he above all men has less need than most to keep his enemy as far away as a spear will reach; so as long as the enemy still uses bronze, and does not turn to rampant foolishness and silver-plate their weapons, it should be well.

But there remains the matter of knowing what he is entirely capable of, and so today he is being called away from spear practice to the high-walled enclosure where cattle are kept, one or two at a time, before being led to sacrifice. If there is any place in the Citadel where the foreigner can show what he is capable of without there being danger to everyone else, it is there.

Date: 2007-08-07 03:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
He sniffs the air, first. "Cows." is the quietly disgusted mutter. Nothing good ever came from cows.

Except cheese. Anyway. "Hektor." he says rather more politely, with a small tilt of his head.

Date: 2007-08-07 03:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"It's never going to replace the sword for me, but I think that Cre'hktdi will be pleased when I see her again. Assuming that I remember to use weapons at all, that is." He stretches, popping his shoulder back into place absently, "What did you need of me?"

Date: 2007-08-07 03:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
There are old lines in his face which ease, but never leave. They deepen again and he says quietly, "I would feel more comfortable if Rhene were here. She is mine, and I know that I will never hurt her. I am your man, for the time being, but I can not be certain of my other self."

Date: 2007-08-07 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"She did walk me through my madness." Kou'te-bpe says fondly, "Rhene was my voice in times when I couldn't speak a human tongue, let alone Greek. I am very glad for both of them."

He always has to resist the urge to offer the princess one of his few remaining fags.

Date: 2007-08-07 03:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Hello, Rhene." Spoon says with a smile for the girl, "Hektor wishes to see my curse. Will you stand with him while I show it?" She's the only person living who has seen it, here, and he's fairly certain it will be easier on the prince as well as on Spoon himself if she's there.

Date: 2007-08-07 03:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"No, not long." Kou'te-bpe takes the beads from his hair first. He could pick them up later, but it would be harder. Those, the thongs, and his sandals he hands to Rhene. The rest of his clothing is shucked while he has his back turned.

Then he straightens. And straightens. And the howl that he lets loose rattles any loose stones in the room he is in as the Brown turns to scent near!pack and a known smell. There is very little aggression in the wild gaze, and he stands still.

Date: 2007-08-07 03:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
The mobile ears of the Brown flicker forward, his nostrils flare at the scent which spikes the air. The bitch-cub stands by the prey-scented human, however, and the Brown paces in indecision. He will not risk the bitch-cub, but the smell is intoxicating.

Date: 2007-08-07 04:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
The Brown's ears flicker forward again, then flatten in the manner of a canine signaling agreement before he starts the far more painful, far slower, reduction back into the human form. Now the strain shows; in the way his shoulders hunch, in the way he drops to his knees as his bones twist back into human configurations.

Eventually, and softly, "Thank you, Rhene." and the shadowed brown eyes which lift to Hektor's face are tired, and a bit wary.

Date: 2007-08-07 04:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
He leans on her, and he's not ashamed to do so. He does need her help getting clothing on, just as he will getting his hair re-braided later. It passes, though, as everything does and by the time Hektor speaks, Kou'te-bpe is able to stand straight, "Thank you, Rhene. If you wish to go back to Kassandra, I will not object."

he glances at Hektor, to see if the prince has questions for her, then speaks to Hektor's words, "There is very little fine about my curse. The Egyptian gods are something else. Do you have questions?"

Date: 2007-08-07 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"The three nights of the full moon...I will probably come here." Spoon slaps the wall of the cattle cell, "And I will need live meat. The more it fights, the better. The rest of the month it is under my control."

The ability to say that truthfully is a hard won one indeed.

Date: 2007-08-07 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
Kou'te-bpe's voice is wry, "Then I will have to hope that there is plenty of plunder. Without meat those three nights it is more likely that I will lose control. Fighting as a man will help as well."

With no other duties, that is what he does from when he wakes until when he sleeps. The foreigner rises as early as any in the palace and works with spear and shield or sword until the dinner hour. It helps.

Date: 2007-08-07 04:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"Good." is the response, "Need enough to keep me in moon-meat, and enough to take care of Rhene." Because he's going to take care of her. She's his, as much as he's Sergeant Harry Wells' Spoon. "When do we fight?"

Date: 2007-08-07 04:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
His lips quirk, then, and he asks, "Should I try to get a facsimile of my armor made? It won't be the skeleton of a kainde amedha, of course, but I remember how to shape it."

Date: 2007-08-07 04:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
The yautja nods, smiling faintly. This won't be the first time he's gone into a fight wearing little to no armor at all. "Sounds like a good way of dealing with things. Won't need all of it, of course, but at least I know what to take for trophies."

Date: 2007-08-07 04:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] there-is-a-me.livejournal.com
"No." Kou'te-bpe says with a shake of his head, "There isn't anything else that I need. Except a nap. A nap would be good."

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