The two young banished gods followed quietly, taking in the sites as they journeyed a short-ways through the jungle.<br/>It wasn't to long until they came across a large field-type area, an inviting stone cottage placed right in the middle of it.<br/>Athren saw the young woman tending one of the gardens by the house and he smirked. One for him, one for Jolta...though the blond hardly ever indulged his 'needs'.<br/><br/>The younger of the two followed the young girl towards her home while Jolta remained frozen in place atop the hill.<br/>He sensed something very, very, wrong here. It was to peaceful for the sense of death he got from the area...but there was no evidence anywhere, and the females seemed guanine humans...or at least they smelled like such.<br/>It took Jolt several minutes to get his feet moving. Fear wasn't something he was used to smelling. It didn't bother him much, but it was a warning, and he always heeded them.<br/><br/>Athren was in the door minutes before Jolta got there but he waited until his brother stepped inside before he sat down, respect for the elder twin showing for once.<br/>However...Jolt didn't sit...the sense was stronger...much stronger. It almost had him fidgeting.<br/><br/>At the young girl's words he turned quickly, his gold eyes settling on the older sister.<br/>His face was stern, full of inquiry and questions...distrust.<br/>But his brother didn't seem to pick up anything, instead he just grinned and said. "Meats!"<br/><br/>(Gonna go to bed, I'll reply tomorrow if you decide to post)