Trickery and the cannibal.

[Blitz]

Amin stared at his own reflection, the egyptian markings to show his origin. Looking back at him was a coyote making many faces, trying to find that 'perfect' face for him. Large ears twitched, as he suddenly had a rather large grin upon his face. The god of trickery, was never bored with his gift.

"You look ever handsome, king Amin." He said to himself, his voice like that of a female's. Sweet and soothing to the tone, he loved the sound of that goddess' voice ever so much. It was so lovely, he used it to praise himself often. His bushy tail swayed behind him as he continued to praise him for his looks.

"Oh well thank you, you're so kind." Amin said in his own smooth voice, that wasn't terribly low but it wasn't high either. A slight chuckle rolled from his lips as he continued to raise his own ego. Batting his eyes at his reflection and grinning to reveal his long teeth. If one assumed this male needed friends, they'd be terribly, terribly right. With wide eyes, he continued to compliment himself in the female's voice and thank her for her kind words in his own.

[Lie]

Panda seemed almost to bounce along, all black and white blurred fur as she hurried. Though the reason behind her haste was not clear, to her nor anyone else, she seemed terrified of some unknown force that chased her.

Of course, sooner or later this turned to play, and Jerry would be released from her tender grip and allowed to have a moment to rest; all the jumping tended to annoy his scruff; for that was where she held him. Gently albeit, but still... the jaws of a wolf are often sharper than even the wolf is aware.

Jerry was not a pup, nor some form of commodity. No, Jerry was a rabbit. A very nice rabbit, all grey fur and rotting paws, with the glassiest eyes in rabbit history. He'd been with Miss Pandas for a year now, always clutched firmly and securely in her mouth for safety's sake.

The little dead rabbit was quite content to be carried, though his age was starting to show; his feet were all but ravaged by the seething decomposers, his ears hung limp and low, scraps of their delicate flesh torn off by a certain pup a few moons back.

The pup had been dealt with of course, and now his innards were strewn through a few trees, a befitting little territory that Panda had dedicated to the dead carcass, which was probably crawling with the same bacteria that Jerry carried by now.

Miss Panda smiled; her dead friends did enjoy their little visitors, and when Jerry chattered to her in those dreams of hers, (for Jerry didn't talk whilst awake you see,) he'd always wriggled his mutilated toes and expressed his love for the little parisites that were running amok there.

Panda did so like it when her friends were dead. They were such wonderful listeners, and they didn't scold her or try to forcefully remove Jerry from her anymore. Occasionally she'd taken them along as well, but only those who were so very special, you see dragging a corpse takes a large amount of effort.

[Blitz]

The gentle beating of paws hummed gently within his ears like some sort of beat. Amin rose, the delicate scent of a female and rotting carcass mixing in his nostrils. A strange thing to smell, but nevertheless, he ached for her voice. The coyote darted off in search of Panda, his eyes shifting from left to right. And then, aha, there she was.

To the right of him was a female of black and white, the colors clashing together very well. She stood out greatly against the background, although Amin himself did as well. Straightening himself up, the god sauntered towards Panda. Standing behind her, he cleared his throat to sound his presence, looking at the decaying rabbit. Was she going to eat that? Perhaps she'd caught it and forgot to eat it, yes, that must be it. "Good evening, miss." Amin greeted, looking up at the stars for a moment, just making sure it was in fact night. Yes, the star strewn sky proved him to be right.

He walked up to stand a bit of a distance away, brows quirked in question of this decaying meal. No, he would not ask about it. Not yet atleast.

[Lie]

Miss Panda placed Jerry on the ground with a soft reassurance that he was not going to be left there, it was a good resting place for him was it not?

She tilted her head suspiciously, very much annoyed at the presence of a living creature. Though he did have rather nice manners, at least through that greeting of his.

"Good evening Sir." She replied, an answer identical to his, though her tone was saturated in some form of acidic honey, dangerously sweet. The skinny female had not yet made up her mind about the creature, though she certainly ran her eyes over him appreciatively; why add a few gashes in his flesh, deadened eyes and a little rot to his wounds... he'd make a rather lovely looking friend! "My my... you my dear would be a splendorous corpse." This was murmured in a much lower tone, almost as though she were speaking to herself.

She turned to her advisor, Jerry to query her opinion.

"Well Jerry? Don't you think the gentleman would make a pretty corpse?" As usual, the little rabbit did not reply, a foul display of his rank manners. Miss Panda was annoyed of course, but she hurried to shower him with kisses, a little bribe to make him chatter. "Now now Jerry, it's rude not to answer questions."

And still the infuriating little rabbit refused to speak, though his mouth was shaken open and his mouldy pink and grey tongue fell out to the side, rather charmingly Panda thought. Rude though. Very rude.

"I shall drop you in the river!" She scolded him, her favorite threat; for no corpse enjoyed the thought of drifting down a sordid river of corpses! The rabbit still didn't respond, though Panda thought she might have seen a somewhat reproving expression evoke in Jerry's eyes; she knew he was terrified of water! "Sorry Jerry." She apologized immediatly, dropping another lick on the tip of his nose, "I know you don't like water."

She had already forgotten the other's presence.

[Blitz]

An uneasy feeling came upon Amin, what was that about a corpse. Yet, he took it with a graceful stride nonetheless. "Well thank you, miss." He said with a bow of his head, listening to her voice with great glee that was bottled up in his frame. Now Panda's voice was locked into the many voices he remembered.

"I am Amin, who might you be?" He finally asked, Panda's name would play well in this game. For Amin would gladly send this female into a fenzy of confusion, soon enough. His tail swayed, eyes filled with ill intentions. It seemed the little fiend stayed wary of this female, despite being a god. Her fondness of corpses was a silent shocker for him, Amin would slowly shift himself away from her. Just to keep a safe distance, one could never be too careful. "Is this your- friend?" Amin then asked, looking to Jerry with mild interest.

[Lie]

Panda's tail wiggled about happily, as she twisted about to smile up at the tolerant male. "Why yes! This is Jerry." She nuzzled the little rabbit with a careful fondness, a little shy of introducing Jerry to a stranger; the little creature was shy enough with her!

Jerry made no reply, though one of his ears flopped softly over his misty blue-black eyes. Such a timid little creature, reeking of rot and mould, the sort of thing even a starving scavenger would bury rather than being exposed to the stench. His grey fur was soaked in a soft red film towards his rump, where Panda had originally caught him. Of course, she'd removed food from him occasionally, and as such he was somewhat floppier and squishier than he had been in his living time. He didn't say anything, mouth still hanging open, mouldy tongue still flopping out onto the soil.

Panda sighed and rolled her eyes towards the egomaniac. "He's got poor manners, but it's what's to be expected; we're always meeting the living." Eyes narrowed to glare rather than stare. "And the living are a terrible bunch."

[Blitz]

He nodded his head warily, shuffling his paws. Yet he couldn't help but be amused by her outlandish ways and those odd markings. "It's a shame that he has such poor manners, tsk, tsk, Jerry." He chided, as if understanding Panda's pain. The coyote flicked his tail and seated himself, eased enough to atleast sit around and listen. "What's that Jerry?" Amin asked, quirking his brows, as if he could actually hear the deceased words of this rabbit.

"Ahh, I see." This was followed with the nodding of his head, ears set high atop his head. As if hanging on every word the rabbit spoke, even if it wasn't moving it's diseased mouth. "Do you hear that, miss?" He asked, looking to Panda, expecting quite the reaction out of her. Stifling a chuckle, the male waited paitently. Relaxed as his shoulders slacked and head tilted to one side, trying to resist the smirk that tugged at his lips. Oh, maybe his humor was sick, but his female was sicker. If that should even be a word. Flicking his head, he surveyed the area once more, not a soul to be seen. Yes, this would be quite a bit of fun, as long as she didn't catch on. No, she was a female who carried and spoke to a corpse, obviously she wasn't the brightest, right?