[i]"Yeah, I...hope so."[/i] Julan replied with a distinct lack of confidence. Although, Leeus was either not picking up on Julan's uncertainty towards his marks, or simply did not care, since it was still excitement that dominated her demeanor. 

Leeus placed a finger on Julan's chest, then traced it around to his back. [i]"My father's marks show its head here then it wraps around his whole body. Leviathans don't actually do that. Wrap around things that is. They're not like snakes. The marks are just, um...what was the word the Treeminder used? They're, um, made in an old style, back like the ancient Argonians used to do things. I guess that makes sense; the marks come straight from the Hist for their design."[/i]

[i]"So...my marks may look something like your father's? I thought he had tattoos of a dragon when I first saw him."[/i] Julan remarked. 

Leeus tilted her head slightly to the side. [i]"What's a dragon?"[/i]

Julan almost appeared equally as confused. [i]"You don't know? I thought everyone did. They're really, really big lizards like a leviathan, but they don't have a spine on their back. Oh, and they have wings and can fly. And breathe fire."[/i]

While still confused for a moment, Leeus soon crossed her arms and scoffed. [i]"Really? Come on, Julan, stop making things up. You're not that good at it. That all just sounds ridiculous. Nothing as big as a leviathan could fly."[/i]

[i]"No, it's true!"[/i] Julan exclaimed. [i]"They're real; I saw one myself. Well, a dead one. Two dead ones, actually, but one was just a skeleton. The other one had meat and scales and everything on it though. We ate it!"[/i]

Julan's gaze darted back up to his parents, seemingly ignoring all of the worry that had been dominating his demeanor mere moments prior. [i]"Tell her it's true!"[/i]

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Ahnasha lightly laughed for a moment. "Well, I cannot call my son a liar. I do quite [i]love[/i] a good competition."

S'nashi did not quite look upset, but she did have some surprise in her expression looking at her daughter. "I thought you had settled down in the city, dear? I didn't think you would still be going out into the woods, shooting things."

Ahnasha rolled her eyes, though still continued to smile. "Just because I've settled down doesn't mean I can't still do the things I enjoy. It is a [i]hunting[/i] shop, after all, and I do still love to hunt. Don't worry, mother, I'm a much more responsible person now than I used to be."

At the very least, Ahnasha's remark was partially true. Hunting was very much a pleasure for her, even outside her lycan form. Although, after she had taken up necromancy, her continued training with a bow did fall by the wayside. She could no longer reasonably boast to be the best shot in the clan, and Fendros' continued improvement over the years meant that she could no longer be honestly confident in her ability to consistently best him in any contest of archery. No matter how much she claimed otherwise.