Star Side

Chapter 72

"But Rikek can fly too," said Hochak petulantly. "I got to watch your back."

"Rikek's only been flying for, at most, a month? How did he look?"

"Like he wanted to sleep for a week. But it's been that week."

"Well, I can't be afraid of him forever. I have more experience than him. I'll just find something quick and be back."

"If you just asked me I'd hunt for you."

"No, this is my mate who needs meat, not yours. I've already depended on charity for two weeks, I'm going to go mad at this rate."

"Better mad than dead."

"Just watch the entrance like you usually do, okay?"

"There are other entrances."

Gilrack sighed. He got his brother's point. It was valid. But his instincts were also thrashing against his skin to lay something bloody before his new family.

Once again, he found himself seeing the benefit of the divine being's quiet instincts. Hopefully his children would inherit that.

Hochak reluctantly let him go, getting comfortable on an overhang near the entrance so he could both watch it and keep an eye over the forest and skies for Gilrack, though he wouldn't be able to do much if he saw Rikek flying out. Disputes for chiefdom between those of royal visage were strictly between them. Whether through agreement or death, only one of them could become chief, and they both knew Rikek would demand Jolene if he became chief. The only one who could get directly involved was their mother, and she could only give support to who she wished. She couldn't order anyone to go out of their way to protect Gilrack or punish Rikek for killing him.

It was only then, flying in the sky, senses peeled in too many directions, that Gilrack began to think that his mother may have had a point in keeping herself distant. He thought of his own young, all three of royal purple, killing one or the other and it made his soul curdle. If he couldn't stop it, he'd very much not want to be close enough to feel the pain.

Unfortunately, due to Hochak's racket, he had to fly out further than he had hoped to find prey. When he finally returned to Hochak, he felt worn from being wired for so long and was already itching to curl around his mate.

"Sorry," Hochak said, without being told for what.

Gilrack just patted his back. He had offered to take him flying. It wasn't all his fault.

The smell of his kill became more potent in the tunnels. He could barely make out the old leaf smell of his brother who walked right beside him. Having one of his senses compromised unnerved him.

"Can you smell past the kill?" he asked his brother hopefully.

"I can barely smell past you," Hochak said petulantly. "When was the last time you bathed?"

"...I've been busy." Self-care had not been on his mind at all.

"Yeah yeah, I get it, new younglings and all," his brother's tail brushed against his own in reassurance even as Hochak glanced over his shoulder. "I heard the good news. Two females and a male, all purple."

"I wouldn't call their coloring good news."

"Ah, yeah, well, you can always change things. It isn't like they only have our culture to live. They are half divine being."

"With no divine beings to rule over."

"But perhaps they'll be more inclined to reason with one another rather than kill. You said divine beings weren't intelligent with, like, nonexistent instincts, right?"

Violence was half instinct. Maybe his brother had a point.

"They still have wars and murders," said Gilrack. "I don't know..."

"Well, maybe you can send them back to the other divine beings?"

"NO!"

The clicked refusal echoed down the tunnel, much louder than Gilrack had been intending.

Gilrack lowered his ears and spines. "No," he said much more quietly.

Horack let out a questioning mindwave, but Gilrack didn't answer. The deeper they'd gotten into the tunnel the higher the hairs on his tail rose. He wanted to be able to hear should someone approach.

"Later," he told his brother.

Horack flicked his ears in understanding and looked about as well.

Gilrack let his mind linger on what he'd tell his brother when they got to said 'later.' About the suffering he'd gone through trying to quell his instincts to get along with the divine beings, about the aggression of the dead-eyed male, or about Jolene's experience of being unwanted and ugly. If he sent his young back to the divine beings, who rejected even their own when born looking slightly different, who's to say what would happen to them? Would his daughters come to hate their beautiful legs and lavender skin? Would his son try to chop off his own tail like an attention hungry female? Or worse, would the divine beings kill them outright?

It had been a worry in his mind when Jolene had told him some of the history of her people.

Yes, his people did pay attention to each other's looks. There were traits they looked for in a mate that made some more desirable than others and your coloring told your lineage. Some were even born malformed and lacking. But that would be no reason to fear or hate. It could only be the actions that call for that, and it didn't make sense to Gilrack to kill someone because of how they looked or by what family they were from. Perhaps he needed to speak with his parents about this, who had lived long enough to see war, unlike Gilrack.

The divine beings were supposed to be people of reason, not instinct. Could it be that their instinct just showed in a different way?

After living and working together with his Jolene and watching her react on unknown rules, Gilrack had a feeling that was the case.

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