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Ajax himself knew it wouldn't be that good of an idea to head northwest at the moment, and he had even opened his mouth to agree with Shere Khan when the man said they shouldn't go. But, Aenarion beat him to it. He decided to stay quite while the argument ensued. He even remained still while Aenarion left and Shere Khan shortly followed. He would have liked to let Aenarion know it was alright they couldn't go Northwest, but he could tell in the few moments it took shere khan to reach Aenarion, that they should be left alone for a few moments.
So, Ajax forced his attention back to Taskah and the others. Kristov had just finnished telling Taskah that the kittens name was Graypool. Though, he had to point out, that the cat would not likely understand her name as said in human tounge.

{bah, lame D: But I like the name lulz. If you dont' like it, I'll edit in a name you like for the kitty o 3o}

((Lol, cute name!))

Kristov smiled as the kitten so openly aproved of how her name sounded in the human tonge. He had thought she may not like it, which would have meant his trying to teach the others how to pronounce her name in cat. Though, he knew, those who couldn't speak cat, always thought most things sounded exactly the same. It would be dificult to even teach them a simple name.
"You could learn to understand it, if you tried hard enough to learn." Kristov said to Taskah when the child made the remark about wanting to understand. Not that Kristov was offering to teach, he wouldn't have any patience for such a thing.

"Should someone go get those two?" Ajax said after having remained silent for a few minutes. They were out in the middle of the desert, in the middle of the day, going no where very quickly. The longer they stayed still like this, the easier it would be for someone to find them.

"Will you teach me?" Taskah asked, looking up to him with his most adorable blonde-hair, blue eye pleading look. "I want to be able to look after her as best I can. I don't know what happened to her family but our village was completely aflame and she was trapped in a building. I couldn't leave her there to die so I took her with me when we went looking for Aenarion. I haven't had a lot of time with her so I want to be able to make it up to her," he explained, hoping that would convince the neko to teach him to understand the kitten. It would also give him some place to belong, he thought, rather than just tagging along because he had no where else to go.

When Ajax spoke, Taskah looked out towards the desert where his brother and Shere Khan had disappeared to. He couldn't see much, just their general shapes. And that they seemed to be laying down on the sand. He frowned. He knew Aenarion often got severe migranes, and that he always hid them and ignored them until they crippled him. He wondered if that had happened again?

"He might be hurt..." he said softly. He handed the kitten over to Kristov and jumped out of the wagon. He couldn't fly that far, well he probably could but he wasn't going to. Which meant he had to walk. Raksha, without a word, jumped out to follow as well.

Taskah wanted to run, he was worried that his brother might be hurt, his head hurting him too much to move, especially by the way he could see Shere Khan's black wings blocking the sun out from him. His worry building up he began to run towards them, his worry causing him to forget about how the sun could sap the very moisture from his skin.

*

Aenarion's neck stretched out beneath the butterfly kisses Shere Khan graced him with, his back arching slightly. Shere Khan thought he didn't feel any desire but that was far from the truth; Shere Khan as an only child had had no one to hide things around, he could do as he wanted when he wanted. Aenarion had always had to think of Taskah so he had learnt to bury and hide his desires. Now though, with Shere Khan's expert coaxing, it was coming to the surface once more and was becoming more and more difficult to put aside.

"But..." he murmered, striving to keep his head cool and in control, "we have to keep moving. It's the middle of the day in the desert and Ngith could find us if we stay still." His fingers dug into the skin at the back of his neck and shoulders and his eyes, previously closed opened. Despite this, Taskah and Raksha were approaching on his blind side so he didn't see them coming.

A low moan escaped Aenario's lips, barely audible but enough that Shere Khan would inevitably hear. Why did he have to be so seductive, doing a good job of sending all his thoughts awry, making it impossible to think clearly and logically. It was true what he said, he did say a lot and it was never what he really wanted to say, only what he knew he had to say, what was required of him, of both of them, the voice of reason. He wanted to abandon all reason, abandon all responsibilities and run away with him but he knew he could never do that.

"I love you," he murmered, a hand raising to cup and gently stroke Shere Khan's cheek, gazing up into his green eyes, losing himself in their depths, so like the nature he used to lose himself in when he needed to get away from it all. "I want to be with you, for ever and for always." He leant forward and gently brushed his lips against Shere Khan's, mouth open slightly, invitingly.

*

Taskah wanted to call out to them when they were within shouting distance, to ask if Aenarion was alright but he knew that if it was another migrane that would only make it worse. He was breathing rather heavily, the sun having sapped all the energy and moisture from him making him incredibly thirsty. Idly he wondered why it didn't suck up the sweat as well because it coated his forehead and upper lip, something he found rather distasteful.

He slowed as they drew closer and stared when Shere Khan drew Aenarion standing. If he was hurting he wouldn't be able to stand properly, and he was standing just fine. But that wasn't what made him stop and stare. It was the fact that they were kissing. His brother and the man who he wasn't overly fond of but couldn't really remember why. His face was merely thoughtful as he watched.

*

Raksha followed Taskah, his suspicion growing as they moved closer. He wasn't all that worried if Aenarion was hurt, he deserved whatever he got for the way he kept looking at Shere Khan and acting around him. He was trying to come between them he knew it.

As they drew closer and Raksha saw that they were kissing he felt the rage start to boil deep within him and to fester. His fists curled into balls and his eyes narrowed dangerously. So that was what that b*****d was doing, he was stealing his Shere Khan away from him! There was no way his good and precious Shere Khan would go and do something like that unless he hadn't been tricked or seduced, Raksha knew it!

Raksha struggled to keep from rushing in there and then, to attacking Aenarion and ripping out his remaining eye, then he wouldn't be able to even look at his Shere Khan! But no, there were other, more effective ways to go around that. And if he did that now he would be stopped before he managed much.

Instead, all he said was, "Ngith will catch us if we stay here," but his voice was dangerous and his eyes were deadly as he glared at Aenarion.

Aenarion jumped when Raksha suddenly spoke, having been too distracted to hear them and couldn't see them between his blind eye and Shere Khan's wings blocking them from view. He went a bright red though, completely embaressed at having been caught like that.

Shere Khan though, bless him, covered for them quickly. "I should be alright," he said, playing along. He wasn't sure it would work though, looking at them; Raksha was staring daggers at him and Taskah had a thoughtful look on his face that was even more worrying to Aenarion; he wasn't really a clumsy person, clumsy with his words perhaps but not with his actions and definately not his flying since he had been one of the best at flying in their village, second to Shere Khan of course, though he would never admit it. It wasn't like him to botch a landing. But still, neither of the boys said anything about it so they made their way back to the wagon, Aenarion affecting a slight limp for the story's sake, keeping his hand on Shere Khan's shoulder for support, both pretend and real.

"I don't need to be carried!" Aenarion protested with annoyance as he was lifted up. He was far too close to Shere Khan like this and the arousal the man had caused him to feel orriginally was only made all the worse; like this he could feel his strong arms carrying him, his solid chest against his side, his scent drifting to his nostrils... Aenarion's blush deepened and he fixed his gaze on the ground, forcing such thoughts out of his mind. Damn Shere Khan, he was doing fine ignoring his own feelings until now!

"You know with hurting you ankle and all, we never did pick a direction."

"I don't know," Aenarion said. "You know the land best, you chose," he decided.