What's Due

A wide grin split the brutes scarred face as the familiar form of his sister appeared before him. Smiling was rare for the giant bastard, but he had always had a weakness for Manea. She'd never done anything to rub him wrong and her disposition was more aligned with his own than the others of their blood. Her comment brought a gritty chuckle from the giant. "I've been on a ship. Not easy for a bird to find when you're never in the same place."

Manea stepped forward to embrace him and the man returned the gesture, wrapping a thickly muscled foreleg around her amaranthine shoulders. He gave her a hearty pat before she stepped back. Her words brought a soft huff of amusement. "I knew it would happen eventually," he spoke, "The sea was a heady thing. Difficult to part with." He'd quite enjoyed being on a ship, seeing new places and doing new things. Had the bird not found him, he most likely would have stayed out to sea longer. "Pure luck that your bird found us at port."

Merrick had almost forgotten about the woman sitting behind him and his brows drew together when Manea asked after the small fae. "Keelin." One big paw raised, motioning the woman forward with a rough jerk. He didn't look at her though and it would be quite obvious. The man didn't feel anything for the brindled fae, or at least nothing more than possessiveness. She was there to stick his cock in. She was there to keep him fed and his den clean. She was there to do whatever he ordered her to do.

"Merrick Mendacium"