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    Jochi's flanks were heaving with anger as he marched away from Tsu's little picnic. He was still filled with such blind rage over the fact that his own brother had killed and eaten his blood. The worst bit, in his mind, was that no one seemed to care. His claws dug small groves in the ground as he slowly halted, turning to look at Emma with thunderous silver eyes. "I never thought that I'd hate my brother."


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    "Welcome to the club." She grunted, flicking an ear thoughtfully. "What happened? You look like hell just left an invitation on your doorstep."

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    Jochi sneered; it wasn't the most beautiful of sights. "Did you know, Emma, that when I was little I wanted to kill off all of my siblings?" Of course, he'd wanted to do it because he was afraid of one of them becoming King instead of him. He supposed his goals must have since changed. Grunting, he reached back to scratch at his deep black scales. "Tsubodai happened. He's a monster."


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    "Wasn't meant to be pretty." She snorted, plopping down to blink at his blurry figure. "That... I can understand.... Okay, but what happened though?"

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    "You saw. He killed two Dornish lads and ate their hearts." Concern flashed through the black dragon as he eyes the griffin. She'd been acting a bit odd lately. Much as he wanted to use her as a sounding board, he felt compelled to ask, "Is everything okay?"


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    "Yeah, I knew that. But I didn't know he pissed you off that much over it. I mean, I get it, but the way you were storming around it made it sound like he did something personal to you." She shrugged, twitching an ear towards a few birds chattering. Emma stared blankly at him as he asked if she was okay. Her mouth gaped slightly, it was rare for.. well.... anyone to ask her if she was okay or to talk to her for the matter. "I think so.... Why do you ask?" It seemed like with the rebellion, people talked to her more and more.

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    "He did! Those were Martells, my half siblings." Even if they hadn't been of his blood, Jochi would still have found it personal. Oberyn might have decided to make Dorne independent, but that was no reason for Tsu to start slaughtering the children he'd been raised with. He bent his head, eyes drifting to the sandy earth below them.


    Glancing back at Emma, he shrugged. "You're acting a bit strange. Squinting a lot."


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    "I'm sorry for your loss... I can't say I know what it's like, because I don't." She sighed, flopping onto her back, staring at his blurry figure with a frown. "Oh... Yeah... About that," Emma cleared her throat awkwardly. "At the moment you look like a blurry blob. Everyone does, actually." The spitfire shrugged, [b]"Anyways, can I do anything for you?"

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    "See someone," Jochi advised, frowning. "That doesn't sound good." Irritated, he shook his head. "No. I want to - to do something." Pleadingly, he asked, "Wanna go hunting?"


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    "No, thank you. Who would I go to? Jocelyn? No." She mumbled, shaking her head. To her, she could do everything alone. That she could hold her own. Which, admittedly, had it's ups and downs. "Yes.... That actually sounds nice. Though I've never actually hunted with anyone before." Emma shrugged, rolling to her paws with a grunt.