Asante sana Squash banana
06-02-2019, 02:03 PM
Iroh seemed enthralled with the primates. Pyrrhic could relate. He was about Iroh's age when he met Benkos and he remembered quite clearly how he'd felt when the horde had suddenly enveloped him. Though he'd done his best to hide it he'd been terrified of the loud and intimidating monkeys; of how they'd circled him and taken turns pulling his tail. Pyrrhic nodded. "They are. Well, like our family, anyway. They're smart and strong, and they're conquerors. Did you see any of the little monkeys with them? The mandrills conquer and convert them kinda like what we do with mortals." He glanced over his shoulder in search of Benkos who he knew lurked nearby. "You know, I was about your age when I met Benkos. I'm really glad I did because I've learned a lot from him." Benkos ruled with an iron fist. He was just, fair and merciful when he needed to be. Pyrrhic looked up to him and was grateful for his tutelage. His father was a good teacher too, but Risen wasn't made up of the same kind of aggressive, power-hungry creatures Kabanga was. Pyrrhic had seen Benkos kill rivals and stamp out dissent. Through Benkos he'd learned not to hesitate. To be swift in his judgements and fearless in the face of things that made him squeamish. His expression was grave as he sought out Iroh's gaze. "I want you to have the kind of teacher I had because I want you to be the best General that Risen has ever seen. So..." He glanced over his shoulder again. This time Benkos was there, approaching with Sarabi at his side. The male mandrill stopped at Pyrrhic's side but Sarabi continued forward, her gaze never once leaving Iroh's face. "This is Sarabi." |