Kiyya had grown in to his legs a little bit during the three month gap since his birth, and now he was a chubby creature with sharp limbs, large paws, and very little finesse. He very much took after his father Khusobek in conformation—and while he wasn't aware of that, he did see how actively the mazoi worked, and how esteemed he was among those of Muat-Riya. The dream of one day being as well-respected and powerful as his sire was already well rooted, leading to the boy's newest, and most favorite pastime: war!
The ignorance of the child aside, Kiyya had snuck off to watch the various training drills of the mazoi and when retrieved, began to enact those drills upon his unsuspecting siblings. He would begin with a shout, a call to attention; then with commands to each of them, act the part of the jodai which would devolve quickly in to rough-housing.
Whether or not the orders were obeyed, whether or not the children were prepared or even awake and in a playful mood, Kiyya would kick and scream and play at the role he knew he was destined for. Much like any bully on the playground wanting things exactly his way, Kiyya would not stop for long when reprimanded by his mother Inji, to the point that he was growing unbearable.
The ignorance of the child aside, Kiyya had snuck off to watch the various training drills of the mazoi and when retrieved, began to enact those drills upon his unsuspecting siblings. He would begin with a shout, a call to attention; then with commands to each of them, act the part of the jodai which would devolve quickly in to rough-housing.
Whether or not the orders were obeyed, whether or not the children were prepared or even awake and in a playful mood, Kiyya would kick and scream and play at the role he knew he was destined for. Much like any bully on the playground wanting things exactly his way, Kiyya would not stop for long when reprimanded by his mother Inji, to the point that he was growing unbearable.
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