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The day was humid, not the best of days for a bird. Dogs could pant, humans could sweat, but birds? Birds had to bathe in water; and in order to do that, one would have to go to ground level. Shou was quite comfortable where he was, thank you very much, perched on top of one of the few houses. He ruffled his feathers, holding his wings away from his body in the hopes maybe the humidity wouldn't strangle him. It was times like this he wished he were white instead of black; he could appreciate the few degrees difference it would make in temperature. Turning his head slightly so that one eye looked up at the sky, he watched the clouds roll over and block out the sun. With luck, it would rain and he could spend his day perched in safety. However he knew storm clouds when he saw them; birds had a knack for knowing these things, when you were an easy target for lightning, you had to know when it was safe to fly and better to stay on the ground. These wispy, wish-washy clouds were worthless. Any rain they held was not enough to keep the day cool, it would simply add to the intense humidity. Sighing, Shou decided to locate an admirable spot where he could bathe.

He saw a puddle, almost dried up but still enough for a bird like he, and after looking left, right, up, and down for potential predators, he took off of his perch. His wings spread to their full extent, and he glided for a moment or too, enjoying the breeze he created for himself, before turning his head down and angling his wings so that he descended. The dull black crow landed with a quiet splash in the puddle, and made quick work of covering himself with water. It felt so much cooler now that he was watered. Sighing with pleasure, Shou sat calmly on the ground, his head stuffed in his feathers as he began to dry himself as best he could. His feathers weren't water-proof, so it was always a risky business to preen oneself out in the open. Hardly a few seconds had passed before Shou jumped up and alert, his eyes glancing around for any threat. Humans usually avoided him, it was the dogs and cats he had to worry about. Shaking his head, he continued to preen himself, working on drying his wings. He spread one out while gently nipping at the other; a few drops of water slid down and off of him, and already the day began to feel less humid. He was glad for that, and flapped his wings once, twice in order to speed up the drying process. If he weren't so thin and so sharply built, you may have recognised him for a duck; but a crow was much more graceful and smarter than a duck - any simpleton knew that. After another look around him; almost expecting trouble now due to the noise he made, Shou dipped his beak into the puddle and lifted his head in order to swallow the water. It wasn't fresh, it taste warm and rather dirty; not just because he had just bathed in it, but because humans and other birds had stepped in it, shit in it, what have you. Shaking his head in order to get the taste out of his mouth, his wings flapped in order to keep him upright. The loud amount of noise he made would surely draw attention to himself.

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The Kai mix roamed down the side street, taking her time about it, pacing slowly and deliberately. Except for her looks, most people and dogs within the village probably would never have known her relation to the more infamous Nafzgar and Bunny. She did not concern herself with the same pursuits of her siblings although she could have if she so desired. But it was more her style to let them make fools of themselves and to watch, waiting in the wings. Let Bunny try to dominate every dog that lived here, let Nafzgar fight everything. Eventually they would slip up and make some sort of mistake. Reitora would rather watch, wait and plan. And she never lost her temper like her siblings did. Mostly. She could be forgiven for going off the handle once in awhile. Everyone was allowed to blow off steam, weren't they?

The one good thing about being better than both of her siblings was that her humans adored her much more than her brother and sister's humans did. They felt as if she could do no wrong (and well were they right to believe so). They never noticed when she stole bits of food from cleverly opened holes in bag, when she delicately nosed her way into their closet or dresser to take a garment of clothing as her own. Just as many other dogs within the village never noticed that when her siblings were causing some sort of stir she was often there, in the background, using the distractions provided by their idiocy to filch items from the yards and caches of others. Reitora, in short, was a thief that generally preferred to strike when none would see than someone who preferred to have an outright confrontation. Barring those few, very few, times where she had been pushed and lost her temper of course; perfectly natural and allowable.

As she paced in between two buildings, her ears caught the sound of something making noise just in the distance. She continued forward until one of her golden-orange eyes caught sight of black. She paused, scrutinizing the scene before her. It was a crow, hopping about within a shallow puddle and then coming out. The feathers fluffed out, the wings flapped. As she continued to watch, it took a drink and flapped its wings again. Reitora had no desire to catch and eat the bird. She was well fed by the humans and would never really lower herself to scrounging about, hunting and digging out of garbage for some perceived bit of food that she had found on her own. She had no desire to chase it away. She wasn't like Bunny, who took any intrusion onto what she perceived as "her" territory as a grave insult. Yet Reitora was part Kai Ken and the tiger striped dogs of Japan had ever been bred to hunt. It was more instinct than desire that tensed her muscles and moved her ears forward with a keen interest.

The brindle dog dashed forward, claws clicking against the pavement, stretching out a body that was longer and taller than both of her siblings. Her sure strides carried her over the distance to the bird that sat, seemingly unknowing of her presence and just what it might mean for him.



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Shou had little care what dogs did in the village, or anywhere really. He found anything a dog did to be amusing – simply because a bird was much better. While dogs had to create scenes or be stealthy in order to steal from humans, birds could just fly away with whatever they could carry without any reprimands. Of course a majority of birds never even approached humans the way crows did, so humans thought birds approaching them to be an adorable oddity. Yet there were always those who utterly despised crows, and Shou knew to avoid those unless he felt particularly spiteful. He didn't even need to steal from humans; crows were very good at being connoisseur of nearly anything, whether it be garbage, leftover kills, or other birds. He had probably seen either of Reitora's siblings around the town and probably laughed at them from above. He knew very well they were part Kai-Ken; he saw them every now and then and knew them to be quite stubborn hunters, a trait that was never good when you were a bird on the ground bathing.


The crow heard the clickity-clack of claws, and without thinking immediately took to the air, turning and swooping low just above Reitora before perching himself on a nearby wooden railing. He stumbled and almost fell off the perch as his landing was not very smooth – he was still a little bit wet, so it seemed. Now a safe distance from the Kai mix, he ruffled himself up and cawed in her direction. “Oi! Cat-dog, you should know better than to act like something you're not.” The bird knew that the stripes were often referred to as 'tiger' stripes; he had heard his fair share tales of Ohu or whatever silly name it had, in fact he rather liked to call it 'Who' or 'Ooo', the former like the call of an owl and the latter the howl of a wolf. Those made much more sense to the crow then the mountain range the dogs borrowed its name from. “Besides, you're a pet aren't you?” Shou preened himself quietly while he sat on the railing calmly, “you have no need to try to improve your hunting, the fact you even try to is an embarrassment to the other dogs 'round here.” Shaking his head free of dust he added, “or maybe you're one of those dabo dogs? Thinking you can catch a bird so easily, like those in the wild.” He saw nothing wrong with insulting the dog, perhaps throwing in slang that may have been less than perfectly used. He didn't really care, any dog that chased after him and got him so wound up deserved to be called an idiot. Even if that was a rather bad thing to do, Shou didn't really care. He laughed at any and all dogs, even those that tried to catch him.


“Besides” Shou whined a little, “isn't it too humid for running? You dogs are quite beautiful, especially when you droll all over the place like a starving mongrel. I wonder why more of you don't die of dehydration, but perhaps it is because more of you die from drowning in your own spit.” Shou flicked his beak in the direction of Reitora, if he had enough water on his beak he would have tried to sprinkle it on her. He for one was glad birds didn't droll or sweat like dogs did, walking around with their tongues hanging out. It was really rather disgusting and distasteful to the bird. Although birds did plenty of gross things, too, such as pooping wherever they pleased. The world was a bird's toilet, rather than one single area being dedicated to the job, and Shou saw no problem with it. However he didn't really hate dogs; he found them just as amusing as dogs often found humans; so full of idiosyncrasies it was hard not to mock them, and he had sort been asking for a dog to chase him, hadn't he, by sitting out in the open like that? It didn't matter though, a humid day was to call for drastic actions.



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Though she was not a true hunter, had never had to practice the skill, and though she knew that her rush really would reap no benefits that didn't stop the mix from being annoyed at her own failure. She lunged upwards as the bird seemed to burst from the earth itself, black wings and feathers shining in the bright sunlight. The brindle dog's jaws clicked together fruitlessly but noisily in the air and she couldn't stop an irritated growl from bursting forth from her throat. Neither she nor her siblings ever dealt well with any form of failure or being unable to obtain what it was that they wanted. And though she hadn't really wanted the bird, that didn't stop her from still being annoyed when it was taken away before she could even grasp it. She tilted her head back, burnt orange eyes gleaming as they trained directly on the crow that was now perched out of her reach. And then, to her great consternation the bird called down to her; mocking her with the voice that all crows seemed to have, jeering and taunting her.

The hackles along her upper back and lower neck rose and she couldn't stop another growl. The mix paced back and forth beneath where the bird had perched itself. She knew that she couldn't get up to him and that so long as he remained anywhere above her head there was nothing to do; she couldn't suddenly sprout wings and fly and much as she might like to try, climbing a tree, a house, or anything more than a foot or two off of the ground wasn't going to end very well for a creature of the earth. Still, she wished that she could for so rude a creature surely deserved a lesson in how to appropriately speak to someone. Even if she didn't rule, or even think she ruled, this town that didn't mean she would stand for someone talking down to her like that.

"I am no cat-dog," she snapped the words out followed by a click of her teeth again. "And I can do as I wish!" That was something that could have been argued back and forth for quite some time, but she certainly believed it was the truth. If she wanted to run at a bird in an attempt to catch it then she could do it. If she actually wanted to catch it, well, she could do that too. Her life was not dictated by the rules of some bird that had decided to splash around in a puddle, after all. She was the ruler of her own life.

And though Reitora was not fond of her own kind overly much (or any kind, really) that didn't stop her own pride as a dog from being stung. With that sting came the need to defend her own species from the onslaught being unveiled upon it. She was certainly not going to stand for such insults that called her a drooling mongrel, after all! "And I suppose that bathing in filthy water is any better than drooling to cool oneself down, is that it?" Unlike Shou, Reitora was hardly pleased at the little quirks of general personalities. She would much rather snarl and snap and teach the bird a lesson than talk of things, talk of hypocrisies and laugh over it all.



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Very few dogs dealt with Shou – or any bird – nicely. They always thought it was an unfair advantage for a bird to be able to fly while they were stuck on the ground, but the bird would only spread his wings and fly off. Yes, the dogs should be jealous of his ability to fly, he would rather be in the air than on the ground, and the point that flying was much better than walking was a point the two species could, at least for a moment, agree upon. The fact Reitora took his escape quite unwell and began to pace on the ground below him only amused him more. Reitora may have been quite annoyed with him, yet Shou only laughed – couldn't she see how silly it was to get angry over a little bird? Dogs were such dopey creatures, taking everything much too seriously and deciding that revenge was the best answer for every failure. Shou could have easily told any dog that when birds fought, it was almost always to the Death, and there was never any need for revenge. If one had a score to settle, one settled it and settled it well, one didn't let their emotions boil over for years – in fact, Shou knew dogs to live much shorter lives than birds, so it was even more of a waste for a dog to be so angry. Maybe Shou exaggerated about the fighting; many birds fought and did not die, but just as many fought and were terribly wounded – and died shortly after by the jaws of a street dog or cat or car.

Why, this cat-dog was being much, much too angry over such a little bit of jeering; and for a pet, too! Shou had seen dogs act many ways, but there was always a general trend, and when a dog, even slightly, broke that trend, it amused him and piqued his interest at the same time. Making a little hope to better adjust his grip on the railing, Shou leaned over it and turned his head slightly to watch Reitora with his bird eyes, seeing her as an odd dog (although all dogs were odd) and wondering simply why she had to be so angry. The crow didn't necesarally think less of dogs as compared to birds, but dogs' 'culture' was different than birds', and his observations of the former made the latter make much more sense and appear more refined. At least birds did not fly around invading and killing each other whenever the need suit them, for the most part birds remained quiet until mating season came about, and the violence that came out of an act of passion was much different than violence that stemmed from...what, exactly? Anger? Rage? Shou's feathers ruffled, and he made a clicking sound toward Reitora, mimicking the sound of a human when they shake their head and say 'tch, tch, tch' to a misbehaving child or animal.

"I am no cat-dog, and I can do as I wish!”

“Oh, shall I call you something else? You omoroi dogs, taking everything so seriously.” He turned his head again, as if thinking, and then spurted out, “Nyako! That's a perfect name for you, I think.” Again jumping a little bit on the rail, Shou began to make the noises of a cat, which were actually quite good – but crows in general were quite good at being annoying. “Of course you can! I never said you couldn't, Nyako, I merely said it was stupid of you to do so. Just think if anyone else saw you.” Shou laughed, bobbing his head slightly, “although I guess if I had to grade you, I'd give you an 'A' for effort, but that isn't saying much. Most dogs here couldn't do much better, and you're simply a pet, anyway.” Stretching his wings, Shou began to preen himself once again, pausing every few seconds to glance down at the silly striped dog with the temper and smugness he thought only wild dogs had. Dogs had such a funny way of doing things and proving Shou's observations wrong, and if he had been born a dog, maybe he would have started a fight over it. Not being a dog, he was free to laugh and jeer as he pleased.

"And I suppose that bathing in filthy water is any better than drooling to cool oneself down, is that it?"

“Don't be so sore,” Shou squawked, “its too hot for that. And I, unlike you, clean myself up after I am done; I don't like using dirty water, but I make do! There are other things to look forward to, such as dogs like you.” Even as Reitora spat back her defences, Shou simply didn't mind; he was neither insulted nor angry, he knew dirty water to be quite disgusting, yes, and he wasn't about to get angry over such a little thing. Birds, even among themselves, were known for shouting casual insults at one another; it was something like a tradition, really. “I like your spirit, though. However I think that spirit is drenched and filled with fleas in what you call fur.” That was one thing in his favour, at least, birds were not prone to getting fleas – although, as he thought about it, neither was Reitora. “But maybe I'm wrong, and Nyako get bathed and take medicine for the fleas. Your friends in the wild don't, though.”


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Reitora kept her head tilted back and her golden-orange eyes focused on the black crow. It wasn't so much what he said that had bothered her as the fact that he had said it. For all that she liked to think she was better than her siblings, Reitora did not like to be challenged anymore than they did. She had quite a high opinion of herself and anyone attempting to insult her or make her seem a fool was sure to get her blood boiling. Had the bird just flown off or cawed nonsensically at her, she would have just huffed to herself, counted it as a loss and gone off to find some other amusement. Had the bird talked to her without jeering, teasing and calling names then she would have probably given a few seconds of her time before wandering off as well. But since he had that required her response. Unfortunately, she couldn't give what she deemed a 'proper' response because he was up so high. It didn't help her temper any that she didn't quite know the slang he was using. Oh, she got the gist of it but just the simple fact of it made her even angrier. "Talk normally," she barked the words out in irritation. Maybe being up in the clouds for too long had affected his brain.

If anything, the stupid nickname and the tsking noise only served to heighten her irritation. As did the speech about her being a pet. Yes, she was one. And so what? She spent her days doing as she wished. She had seen strays and wild dogs before; they all looked sickly, underfed, dirty and miserable. Who would want to live like that? She was fed promptly, stole whatever she wished and she had hardly ever been sick or injured in her life. That was much preferable in her opinion. Her teeth clicked together in irritation again as she snapped uselessly at the air. If only he had chosen a lower perch or had made a stumble. Reitora would surely teach him a lesson about being properly polite to strangers - especially strangers that were bigger than you were.

The edges of her muzzle lifted up as the bird scolded her, claiming that it was too hot for that. He was right, of course. It was warm. It was hot, really, and running about, dashing after a bird and pacing back and forth certainly was not helping matters. She did not want to give him the satisfaction of her noting what he had said and taking it to heart, however. So, for a few moments, she just continued to stare upwards, her muzzle clamped shut almost defiantly against the urge to pant. If she began that, likely he would just continue to toss insults her way about dogs needing to drool. It wasn't as if she had any control over the function, really. It was the only way that she could cool down once she was out in the heat. Not that she was going to defend herself to him either. "I would prefer to not be lumped in with them one bit. They are dirty and bedraggled, no doubt full of illness. I have none of that. And my name," she punctuated the next with another fruitless lunge and a snap. She knew it would get her nowhere, but it made her feel marginally better to at least try. "My name is not Nyanko. My name is Reitora and you would do best to remember that."



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"Talk normally,"

Normally? Though, as Shou thought about it, perhaps only birds had the way with words that he did; in truth, his voice was all his own. Not to say other birds did not speak as he did, but Shou was certainly a one of a kind, even though he blended in with every other crow in any other part of Japan – or any other part of the world, for that matter. It didn't really matter; Reitora could complain all she wished and Shou would still be himself; she may have been flustered over all of this jeering, but Shou found it amusing that she was not at all flustered by making a fool of herself by snapping at him, and even holding a conversation with him. He thought, musing to himself, that another dog would walk by and ask this Kai-Ken who in the world she was yelling at – that bird? What a stupid thing to do, birds are, after all, airheads, and their brains are far superior to yours, Reitora, you should quit. Of course Shou pretended airhead was a positive thing, as was the term bird brain; though he knew better than to test these out on Reitora. She might combust in that fur coat she had, and Shou wouldn't be able to explain that to the humans. “Oh?” Shou's head tilted gleefully, ”shall I dumb my words down for you?”

Watching her click her fangs in irritation, Shou cawed a bitterly shrill laugh, and flapped his wings as if he has arms and could wave them around. He even danced around on his perch, pretending to lose his balance and fall off of it, only to continue laughing at Reitora's expense and easily march across the railing with ease. “You don't take too kindly to fun, do you, Tiger?” He decided upon the nickname Tiger for now; it would be much more easy for Reitora to understand, and it served the purpose of describing her coat and insinuate she was, indeed, a cat. He thought nothing of respect; he respected cats, and occasionally humans, as well as other birds – but dogs? They were neither cats, humans, or birds. The way Shou saw it, they were human-like cats who wished they could fly, just like their ape counterparts. Although, as Shou thought about it, he didn't truly respect cats or humans. The former he feared and the latter were just as amusing as dogs. A pair of crows could outsmart a large group of humans, Shou knew this very well. “Though, being a pet, I guess it is like you to be a snob. I have to say I'm surprised, Tiger, I thought only wild dogs hated to have their pride pecked at.” When Shou proounced the word peck, he made the action quite clearly with a jab at the air with his beak.

"I would prefer to not be lumped in with them one bit. They are dirty and bedraggled, no doubt full of illness. I have none of that. And my name, My name is not Nyanko. My name is Reitora and you would do best to remember that."

Watching the comical dog defy him was almost too much; for a moment Shou pondered actually falling off the perch with laughter, but decided against it. He had tested the fates that controlled the ground once today, and counted himself lucky – next time this might not be so. ”In that respect you are quite correct, Nyanko-Tiger-Dog. However just as I cannot ungroup myself from parrots, you cannot ungroup yourself from them.” Parrots were so very odd in Shou's mind, the way they sat fat in cages, gorging upon..seed, was it? Singing tunes and speaking human as if it was something birds could not naturally already do. Then again, Shou mused, when he became old, perhaps he would retire to a bird cage. That way he would be free from all the Nyankos and Nyanko-Dogs of the world. ”Reitora? Such a fitting name.” Shou leaned over the perch, observing his subject. ”Rei can mean law, you know – it can also mean judge. Occasionally I've heard it could also mean spirit. The name fits you well,” he nodded, ”I approve; Reitora you shall be. Judge away! Rule the streets, Rei-Rei! See how long it lasts.” Lifting his head back up, he continued. ”Call me Shou.” Reitora had not asked for a name, but she had stated her's – it would be rude, no, it would be bad manners, for Shou to not give out his own name. It wasn't much of a secret, anyway. It was a nice, short name that was easy to say and remember, which suit the crow just fine on his windy travels.

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A proud and prideful dog such as herself would never admit that, to be quite honest, this village that they lived in was what some dogs called backwater. There had been some that had moved from larger cities and had looked around, calling it quaint and small. It might have advanced over the years, but there was still nothing overly large and impressive about it. They were in the middle of nowhere, backed up to the mountains. Reitora had never seen any other city, and so she had been insulted by the insinuation that this one that was her own was somehow not good enough, but now she was forced to wonder if, perhaps, the words that the bird was using were something more prevalent in other cities. A bird traveled all over the place, didn't it? Infuriating to think that something as small and infuriating as this black crow could somehow know more than she did. "I didn't say that. I said to talk normally, not dumb it down." She was not stupid and she refused to let anyone insinuate such. Just because no one here used those words didn't mean that. If anything, it meant that Shou was the oddity here. After all, she'd never even heard the other crows use words such as that (not that she ever spoke to them or listened to them, but she could pretend to make that argument anyways).

Both of her ears folded back against the side of her head as the bird gave a shrill noise that was undoubtedly laughter. Reitora had heard enough of it from humans and from other dogs to recognize what it was, even if it sounded alien to her ears (and far, far too piercing). That didn't stop her golden-orange eyes from watching intently as the bird appeared to fall before, disappointingly, he recovered his balance and marched along the roof with relative ease. If only he would fall. She would be on him within a second. Of course he knew that and was probably just taunting her more. It seemed quite fitting of the bird's personality. "I have my own brand of fun," she growled the words out. Right now, that fun would be in grabbed a bird and shaking him over and over again until he begged for mercy. Normal days it was just roaming around town, sometimes in aiding her siblings in bullying other dogs, sometimes in stealing things. Sometimes, rarely, in doing things with her humans. This bird's idea of fun was far removed from her own, that was for sure.

"Any creature dislikes having their pride pecked at," she stressed the words right back at the bird, the edges of her muzzle lifting up again in a snarl. It galled her to even admit that he had done so, but it was the truth. Reitora had yet to meet another individual who liked having their pride full of holes. In fact, in her family, the reaction was often wildly violent. Her siblings would have been even more insane with rage than she herself was. She disliked everything about this bird; his attitude, his words, the way that he kept assigning her names, his slang-filled speech patterns, the fact that he wouldn't come down so she could teach him a lesson. He was infuriating, to put it lightly.

As he continued to mock her with extra added names (she was certainly neither a kitty nor a tiger, although tiger was slightly more acceptable than kitty) she could only make a lunge that she knew to be useless and ineffective - and one of the only ways to dispel a tiny bit of the anger that boiled up within her. "It also means cold," she told him, a threat behind the words. It was another way the name could be used. Cold not in terms of weather, but in demeanor. And she was cold. She hardly cared for anything or for the repercussions that affected others. What did she care if she took something her humans needed? What did she care if she caused trouble? What did she care if she worried this bird a bit and, perhaps, did some lasting damage (once he fell or she found a way to him, anyways)? Reitora just didn't really care about most of the world and that, more than anything, was what her name meant. At least to her. She could, however, accept judge as an alternate meaning. After all, judging over the town would certainly give her some power and if there was one thing her siblings had all craved it was that. "If I judged you I doubt you would listen," she snapped with another click of her teeth. She gave a snort as the crow revealed his own name. "How unoriginal of your kind," she offered. Were all wild animals like that?



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"Talk normally,"

"I didn't say that. I said to talk normally, not dumb it down.

Even Shou; who had seen his fair share of bustling cities and backwater burgs, found himself returning to the quieter scene. Cities had a charm that no small grouping of residencies could ever copy, but cities were less entertaining. Only pampered pet dogs roamed in cities - the alley dogs were often to sickly to even pay Shou any mind. But here, why, dogs were all for holding a conversation of any sort. It had a sort of homey feel; or perhaps Shou simply felt at home being able to jeer others. "If I must talk normally, I must dumb it down. If you can't follow my speech, you are a dabo of a dog! That means idiot, you know." Shou puffed his chest out, informing Reitora of his wide knowledge of slang. He would gladly tell this dog about the intricacies of his speech - but he doubted she listened or cared. No matter; it was fun to see the look on her face.

"I have my own brand of fun, Any creature dislikes having their pride pecked at."

His laughter had the desired effect; of course he knew the dangers involved. One sharp breeze might knock him off, or perhaps he would slip up. However Shou was confident in his ability to make a quick getaway if he had to; he was a superb flyer - at least compared to a dog - and knew if worst came to worst, he could be much more agile than this large, stuffy dog who seemed so intent on hurting him. "Your brand of fun isn't so much fun. It sounds boring and much too serious; if you cared less maybe you would have more fun and not be so angry. Only serious creatures care for their pride! It's such a..." He tilted his head, and made a small humming noise as he thought of the correct word. He had so many to choose from, but he needed the one that would fit Reitora; "cattish way to be." If he could smile, Shou would have done so, being certain to add emphasis onto his nonexistent white teeth; instead, he was holding back laughter at Reitora's own attempt at a peck. "Being a bird doesn't suit you, Rei-Rei." He held one of his legs up and pawed in her direction with his wicked, crow-feet and lanky talons. If it weren't for how annoying and mischievous he was, it might have appeared dark and threatening.

The crow could not imagine a world so dull, so violent, so angry as Reitora (or her siblings) saw it to be. To live life so seriously, to act with so much anger, was such a waste. There were better things to be done, life was far too short to care about what one insignificant bird told you; although Shou admitted, being made fun of wasn't fun, either. But he didn't bully, not really; if Reitora proved to be a much nicer dog, why, Shou wouldn't have been nearly so aggravating. Of course he was still mildly annoying, but that was the way of the corvid; they would pull their predator's tails in order to get a reaction or steal their meal; Shou would rather go hungry than miss out on a chance to tease a predator.

"It also means cold. If I judged you I doubt you would listen. How unoriginal of your kind."

“Oh yes, how could I have forgotten? Wari wari, my dear Rei-Rei. You see I must have forgotten the meaning due to your coat and colour. You are much too red to be cold and much too angry to be cool - or perhaps you mean cold as in heartless. He wobbled back and forth, "I've had my fair share of hearts, and I am certain yours would taste horrid. So yes, Rei-Rei, that name is suiting. And oh?" He paused, and scratched his head in a rapid manner, his head lowering so that he may scratch at it. Her ceaseless lunging and attempts to shake of her anger only amused him; didn't she see that? "judge away! 'ame futte ji katamaru' as they say; 'after rain the ground hardens.' Certainly our relationship can take a few judgements." Shou joked, not at all insulted by Reitora's comment that his name - and kind - were unoriginal. "Nice try Rei-Rei! Naming a bird Shou is almost as silly as calling a dog a cold, judging, tiger-spirit. Only at least mine is logical; we crows are a logical populace." He laughed after saying such; he was not at all insulted by Reitora's words, in fact he even became more jovial than before. He let out a caw and shuffled his wings, all the more merry now that Reitora had, although only slightly, begun to play his game.

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Despite her very determined and deliberate efforts to pierce the bird through or somehow knock him from his perch by her glare alone, nothing unsettled the black crow sitting up out of her reach. Never more fervently had she wished for the so-called powers that some of the dogs of the wild possessed. Being able to fling oneself into the air in a spinning circle, to cut and slice with teeth, had seemed nothing but sheer fantasy... but in times of great need or desire, she was finding that fantasy had a way of rearing its head into ones mind. Such supposed fantastical powers, however, did not present themselves within her and all she could do was continue to pace back and forth, to pause and to glare upwards, to growl and snarl up at the offender and to herself. It was completely unsatisfying, but she didn't think that the crow was going to give her the satisfaction that her pride now demanded. "Who even speaks like that?" Reitora demanded, trying to turn things back around to her own side of things. She had never heard another canine, or even a human, use that word before. She would have remembered it if she had, for much like both her brother and her sister she could not abide insults to her strength, capability or intelligence.

"It would only be serious at certain intervals," she clicked her jaws together again, leaving little doubt what intervals those would be. Of course, her actual fun had absolutely nothing to do with this crow. Stealing things from her humans, lording about, picking at other dogs without them realizing it; that was her idea of fun. Once in awhile, she might deign to romp with her humans (very rarely) or her siblings (slightly less rare even if that usually turned into fights). Teaching lessons to overly talkative birds really wasn't high on her list of priorities but, right now, she would have made an exception if she could get a hold of him... and she would consider it great fun indeed. "Of course it doesn't! Who would want to be a bird?" She couldn't even fathom it. Flying about didn't seem much fun to her, nor did the food that she had seen birds eat. Seeds, for the most part, sometimes berries and bugs. Sometimes even the human's trash. Why live your life up in a tree when there were comfortable beds to curl up on? No thank you. She couldn't help the way that her hackles rose as he gave her another insipid nickname. It made her lip curl in anger. Not even her humans had that kind of gall.

Her nose wrinkled more in annoyance than in true anger as the bird continued to prattle on. "As if you would ever even get a shot at eating any bit of me." She wasn't naive enough to not know that crows wouldn't take the chance to eat from a corpse. She had seen many birds of many types dining on deceased things that always wound up in towns, even one so small as this one. However, she also knew that she would fight to the ends of the earth to deny Shou just one scrap of anything of hers - whether that was her own flesh or something that she owned. "You are an annoying, vainglorious creature that has nothing better to do than to throw slang at someone with means to poke with enough force to hurt, and then like to pretend as if that weren't the case at all." Not that she had been hurt by his words, of course. But she recognized that he was enjoying himself. He was probably more enjoying the fact that she was mad but Reitora knew quite well that words were weapons that could sting and leave wounds just as much as fangs. She was sure that the bird knew that as well.

The brindle dog shook her head with a snort, giving another irritated growl. The worst part about this all was just that the bird refused to play right. He wasn't getting angry or upset. He just scoffed and gave it right back to her. Reitora was used to others folding beneath her whims (except for Bunny, of course). It was not nice at all to not have another creature that just gave way to what she wanted. She was finding that she very much did not enjoy that - especially from something that was so potentially fragile as a bird. "If you want to make that argument, it is the humans that named me and not any canine. Therefore it is the humans that you can take that up with." And at least her humans hadn't given her some insufferably stupid name such as Pochi or even such as her own sister's name: Bunny. She would never have lived the ignominy down.






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