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Half-blind was better than being completely blind, she thought quickly. The sounds of a chain clanging against metal from behind her was only of her own making rather than of someone giving pursuit. At least with the one eye she could see where she was going and see that it was the chain against her collar that was making those noises. Somehow she’d escaped from the humans who called themselves her caretakers. Somehow. It would be all but just a fleeting moment of freedom that she’d have but she’d take it even if she knew they’d find her in the end. They always did. Somehow.

No matter. She’d fight like she always did, after all, that’s what she was made to do. Fight. It was always amusing to see the light leave her opponents’ eyes, whether from the death of one’s body or one’s soul. Hopelessness was just as powerful a killer as she was. Quinn smiled. Until they caught her...

With a roaring hiss, her feet pounded against stone one last time before she leapt out into the light.

---

Another failed attempt. Jilted by another dove...again. Geez, just what had his luck become? He used to have all the skills, all the suave smooth whisperings that doves loved to hear and now? Now he’d taken more hands to the face then he could count on both his hands. Was he just...out of style? Outdated? Were his smooth charms and wild mumblings no longer considered worthy? Firanaga’s eyes widened at the thought, a hand shooting to his heart. No! It just couldn’t be! Oh the horror! The horr-

Oh?

The crimson rook froze in place hearing footsteps thundering towards him. A dove perhaps? It had to be! It sure smelled like a dove albeit the scent was a bit...odd. Nonetheless, he wasn’t the type to discriminate. Licking his hand, he ran it through the fur of his head, smoothening it back as he started in the dove’s direction. With each footstep, the thunder grew louder and just as he opened his mouth to speak a long-winded introduction pitching himself-

The world became black.

And gold.

And...warm?

Figranaga stared with wide eyes at the body atop of him, not realizing that his eyes were in fact open and not closed. Hadn’t even realized his heart had stopped until the dripping of something wet upon his face broke the trance.

Raising a hand slowly to wipe his face, he quickly realized it wasn’t rain once he looked up to see it dripping off the black and gold blob’s face. Fur bushing out in panic, Figranaga hastily pushed them off to hurry a safe distance away.

That dove, where was the dove he scented? The rook pondered this as he rubbed the drool from his fur, turning his head to look at his attacker to see that it, no- her was indeed another Kukuri. Oh Death, she must have been the dove he scented alright because his nose was picking up the scent at its strongest now.

“I’m so terribly sorry about my behavior…” He began, voice attempting to be smooth only to come out high pitched and awkward “But you see miss, you scared me and I’m afraid I’ve never had a dove come to me, quite literally, so strongly.”

There was no way she was going to buy it, he could feel it in his bones. He botched this attempt and it was going to end with another snap to the face again, or worse, his brain added on as he took in the dove’s appearance.

Certainly worse.

---

Quinn let out a low rumbling growl, taking a step forward while the odd rook kept on babbling about something. Small ears were shoved forward, her full attention was on him as she stepped closer and closer. The ever constant wish to pin others of her kind like prey beneath her was...not as loud as it usually was for some reason. Perhaps due to the fact she had tackled him to the ground and there he was, talking his head off while his body language was somewhat submissive, non-threatening. However, the moment the rook raised his head and crowed something about her being ‘a beautiful dove despite all her flaws’ and that ‘no one could be as perfect as him yet she was a close second’, a rippling snarl left her mouth.

Lips curled back in a snarl, chest heaving, Figranaga saw all that and his head shrunk against his body as he raised a finger.

“A-alright, a close first-” He foolishly corrected, thinking it was his words that appeased her as Quinn’s snarl loosened.

The iridescent dove resumed her inspection of the rook, some part of her sizing him up while the other- she wasn’t really sure what else she was doing besides sizing him up. Didn’t really know but found herself emitting a pleased purr.

Figranaga looked to the dove and then away, a smile creeping onto his face when he heard the quiet little purr from Quinn. He was doing it! He still had his charm.

“Well-- I guess I can forgive you for how we met miss-- afterall, who am I to condemn a wild fan?” He mused, raising his head and moving it side to side in a light jovial manner.

The iridescent ram-horned rook extended a hand to her “Pleasure to meet you, miss. Rook Figranaga at your service.”

Quinn stared at their offered hand, eyes narrowing as Firanaga gulped but before he could pull it away, he felt her snout rest upon his palm for a moment. W-well, at least she didn’t bite his hand off… this was all odd but it was still going rather smoothly...somehow.

“A-and your name miss?”

Silence. And then a heartbeat later, “QuEEN.”

Her voice was strangely soft...quiet yet there was a scratchiness in how she spoke suggesting she didn’t use her voice very often. Figranaga could feel the dove rubbing the side of her head against his hand still as he stood there, pondering. Quinn however was silently counting down the time before she heard those familiar bangs of her owners’ firesticks and the pricks against her body. She didn’t care much for the rook but he was...a distraction. Seemed to know not to step over what lines she was making, the very same lines that if crossed even a millimeter would have him in her jaws. It would all be over.

But he stayed in those lines and he stayed a distraction.

Quinn never had a knack for words, never cared much for them. Words weren’t that important usually when they were being screamed in a death match so she never learned to pay much heed to them. They were often more annoying than not, just like the rook but she didn’t mind it this time. It was...different to feel soft fur against her own for once, even if it was just their hand.

“W-well Quinn, would you like to walk with me?”

Pale eyes looked up to see the rook winking at her, a flirtatious yet shy quality in his voice as he asked his question. The dove’s throat made deep rumbles. She had but a fleeting moment of freedom, just a mere moment and yet there was about to spend it with a rook she just met who’s head strangely wasn’t on the ground.

“I’ll take that as a yes then?”

She was a strange Kukuri alright, that much Firanaga was sure. He met no dove like her before but despite the odd hiccup in the beginning, things were somehow moving in a promising direction.

“Ye..s…”

Somehow.

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Half-blind was better than being completely blind, she thought quickly. The sounds of a chain clanging against metal from behind her was only of her own making rather than of someone giving pursuit. At least with the one eye she could see where she was going and see that it was the chain against her collar that was making those noises. Somehow she’d escaped from the humans who called themselves her caretakers. Somehow. It would be all but just a fleeting moment of freedom that she’d have but she’d take it even if she knew they’d find her in the end. They always did. Somehow.

No matter. She’d fight like she always did, after all, that’s what she was made to do. Fight. It was always amusing to see the light leave her opponents’ eyes, whether from the death of one’s body or one’s soul. Hopelessness was just as powerful a killer as she was. Quinn smiled. Until they caught her...

With a roaring hiss, her feet pounded against stone one last time before she leapt out into the light.

---

Another failed attempt. Jilted by another dove...again. Geez, just what had his luck become? He used to have all the skills, all the suave smooth whisperings that doves loved to hear and now? Now he’d taken more hands to the face then he could count on both his hands. Was he just...out of style? Outdated? Were his smooth charms and wild mumblings no longer considered worthy? Firanaga’s eyes widened at the thought, a hand shooting to his heart. No! It just couldn’t be! Oh the horror! The horr-

Oh?

The crimson rook froze in place hearing footsteps thundering towards him. A dove perhaps? It had to be! It sure smelled like a dove albeit the scent was a bit...odd. Nonetheless, he wasn’t the type to discriminate. Licking his hand, he ran it through the fur of his head, smoothening it back as he started in the dove’s direction. With each footstep, the thunder grew louder and just as he opened his mouth to speak a long-winded introduction pitching himself-

The world became black.

And gold.

And...warm?

Figranaga stared with wide eyes at the body atop of him, not realizing that his eyes were in fact open and not closed. Hadn’t even realized his heart had stopped until the dripping of something wet upon his face broke the trance.

Raising a hand slowly to wipe his face, he quickly realized it wasn’t rain once he looked up to see it dripping off the black and gold blob’s face. Fur bushing out in panic, Figranaga hastily pushed them off to hurry a safe distance away.

That dove, where was the dove he scented? The rook pondered this as he rubbed the drool from his fur, turning his head to look at his attacker to see that it, no- her was indeed another Kukuri. Oh Death, she must have been the dove he scented alright because his nose was picking up the scent at its strongest now.

“I’m so terribly sorry about my behavior…” He began, voice attempting to be smooth only to come out high pitched and awkward “But you see miss, you scared me and I’m afraid I’ve never had a dove come to me, quite literally, so strongly.”

There was no way she was going to buy it, he could feel it in his bones. He botched this attempt and it was going to end with another snap to the face again, or worse, his brain added on as he took in the dove’s appearance.

Certainly worse.

---

Quinn let out a low rumbling growl, taking a step forward while the odd rook kept on babbling about something. Small ears were shoved forward, her full attention was on him as she stepped closer and closer. The ever constant wish to pin others of her kind like prey beneath her was...not as loud as it usually was for some reason. Perhaps due to the fact she had tackled him to the ground and there he was, talking his head off while his body language was somewhat submissive, non-threatening. However, the moment the rook raised his head and crowed something about her being ‘a beautiful dove despite all her flaws’ and that ‘no one could be as perfect as him yet she was a close second’, a rippling snarl left her mouth.

Lips curled back in a snarl, chest heaving, Figranaga saw all that and his head shrunk against his body as he raised a finger.

“A-alright, a close first-” He foolishly corrected, thinking it was his words that appeased her as Quinn’s snarl loosened.

The iridescent dove resumed her inspection of the rook, some part of her sizing him up while the other- she wasn’t really sure what else she was doing besides sizing him up. Didn’t really know but found herself emitting a pleased purr.

Figranaga looked to the dove and then away, a smile creeping onto his face when he heard the quiet little purr from Quinn. He was doing it! He still had his charm.

“Well-- I guess I can forgive you for how we met miss-- afterall, who am I to condemn a wild fan?” He mused, raising his head and moving it side to side in a light jovial manner.

The iridescent ram-horned rook extended a hand to her “Pleasure to meet you, miss. Rook Figranaga at your service.”

Quinn stared at their offered hand, eyes narrowing as Firanaga gulped but before he could pull it away, he felt her snout rest upon his palm for a moment. W-well, at least she didn’t bite his hand off… this was all odd but it was still going rather smoothly...somehow.

“A-and your name miss?”

Silence. And then a heartbeat later, “QuEEN.”

Her voice was strangely soft...quiet yet there was a scratchiness in how she spoke suggesting she didn’t use her voice very often. Figranaga could feel the dove rubbing the side of her head against his hand still as he stood there, pondering. Quinn however was silently counting down the time before she heard those familiar bangs of her owners’ firesticks and the pricks against her body. She didn’t care much for the rook but he was...a distraction. Seemed to know not to step over what lines she was making, the very same lines that if crossed even a millimeter would have him in her jaws. It would all be over.

But he stayed in those lines and he stayed a distraction.

Quinn never had a knack for words, never cared much for them. Words weren’t that important usually when they were being screamed in a death match so she never learned to pay much heed to them. They were often more annoying than not, just like the rook but she didn’t mind it this time. It was...different to feel soft fur against her own for once, even if it was just their hand.

“W-well Quinn, would you like to walk with me?”

Pale eyes looked up to see the rook winking at her, a flirtatious yet shy quality in his voice as he asked his question. The dove’s throat made deep rumbles. She had but a fleeting moment of freedom, just a mere moment and yet there was about to spend it with a rook she just met who’s head strangely wasn’t on the ground.

“I’ll take that as a yes then?”

She was a strange Kukuri alright, that much Firanaga was sure. He met no dove like her before but despite the odd hiccup in the beginning, things were somehow moving in a promising direction.

“Ye..s…”

Somehow.