Cris, you go 'way now, Sera said sharply. Per-per, you go fetch Sera food.
"Say please," Tytula sighed, attempting to hide the bags under her eyes with cover-up. Her attempts were in vain.
No, Serau-ra said harshly. Tytula supressed the urge to smack the arrogant little female.
What you want me to do, Serau-ra? Criso'ra asked kindly.
I want you GO 'WAY! Sera hissed mentaly, startling the poor albino. You miserable weakling, the young blue added shamelessly.
"Sera!" Tytula cried, outraged. "Sera, you come back here this moment!" But the little lady had already darted away from Ty's wrath.
Cris trotted over to Tytula's side, and laid his head on his keeper's lap. She mean, Ty.
"Hopefully," Tytula muttered, "she'll grow out of this little...thing she's got going on. You want me to go talk with her?"
Yell, Ty, yell! Cris cried passionately. Tytula cracked up with laughter for absolutely no reason, and walked in to find Sera.
Per was sitting on the kitchen floor, looking quite surprised. There were three tiny scratch marks across his muzzle, and Sera was snarling viciously.
"Sera!" Tytula shouted again, grabbing the tiny blue before she could get away. Tytula felt young teeth sink into her thumb, but she held on. She plopped Serau-ra onto the tabletop, and, ignoring a protesting Per, began to give the little one a stern lecture.
"Look at you!" Tytula scolded furiously. "You yell at Cris, and hurt Per! You should be ashamed of yourself!"
Sera gazed back at her 'servent' with unblinking green eyes.
"What...do...you...say...to...them?!!?" Tytula asked through gritted teeth.
I am master, Sera said simply, hopping off the table and walking out.
As angry as Tytula was, she knew that Sera was right. The Drakkin society was technically run by females, who commanded the males. And the males were supposed to obey. They usually did.
The young breeder sighed, shaking her head. How was she going to solve the Sera Problem?
It hit her like a bolt of lightning. Tolethven! Of course! He had a female and an albino that lived in perfect harmony!
Tytula sank into a chair with paper and pencil and, under Per's watchful eye, wrote the following letter:
Tolethven,
Hello, it's Tytula! Serau-ra is doing wonderfully, other than the fact that she is driving me absolutely crazy. I guess I'm just not used to the attitude of females. I really need your help.
You see, Sera has a big problem with Cris, my weak albino. I'm not quite sure what to do about it, but I know Cha-kinale and As-ny get along pretty well. What's the secret?
-- Tytula
Tytula sent the letter off to Tolethven that afternoon, sealed in an envelope addrested to Rileikoul. She returned to the main chamber and observed an unusually destructive Sera gnawing on the wall of the cave....
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Huuuuungryyyyyy.... The wail resounded in Tytula's mind, awakening her from a deep slumber. The breeder moaned quietly, rolling over. She moved to get up.
Wait. No, she wasn't going to do this anymore. If Sera saw she couldn't rouse Ty, she might not try anymore. It was worth a shot.
Soon, Ty heard the soft clicking of Sera's claws as the female entered her bedchamber. A moment later, she felt the blankets being pulled off of her body.
"No, Sera," Ty said firmly. Sera stopped in surprise.
Hungry! Sera thought loudly, grinding some razor-sharp canines in anger. Tytula knew the feet-pulling tactic would come next.
When Sera reached for Tytula's feet, the girl pulled her legs up into her chest. While a confused Sera sniffed around for the missing appendages, Ty kicked out at the blue's muzzle.
YEOOOOOOUWU! Sera shrieked, doubling back in shock. Tytula knew that the kick really hadn't hurt her, but she was just putting on a show for sympathy. She wasn't going to get it.
"No, Sera," Ty said again. "Go back to sleep, and you can have breakfast in the morning."
Food now! Sera exclaimed furiously, growling. She lunged at the bed again, doubling her efforts to pull Tytula out of bed. Again, Ty kicked her sharply on the nose.
Tytula bad, bad, bad, Sera snarled, sitting down by the bed. Seconds later, Ty heard a sad whimper from the baby blue.
Ty? the female asked quietly.
"Yes, Sera?" Tytula asked from underneath her covers.
May I have food...please?
It almost brought tears to the girl's eyes as she got out of bed. "Yes, Sera, you may."
The little blue scampered into the kitchen with a happy smile, and Tytula could almost see the connection happening in the Drakkin's mind.
Ask nicely, don't bite toes, get food.
