The more the Thantophor thought about it, the more he liked Skyavok culture. Sure, there were small things he didn’t like about the Skyavok, like how they didn’t get enough sunlight and separated themselves into classes and seemed mostly unwilling to help other races, but they were pretty alright. The Skyavok cared for one another, they all loved each other, but without being as hive-mind-y as the Vohran Nests were and being far less boring and strict than their cousins, the Rethavok.
All in all, Arkadin was glad that he’d reset himself and returned to the ranks of the Skyavok. Even if he hadn’t quite reset himself the way he wanted to. The plan had been to literally just go back to pretending to be the mortal Skyavok hero known as Arkay, but that quickly fell apart as soon as the fact that one of the most famous Skyans ever was actually a god of death. As far as they were all concerned, the Thantophor was chilling out with their leaders and… that was about it.
Really, Arkadin couldn’t complain. The Skyavok had been kind to him without being too grovel-ly. Sure, they had a healthy, somewhat fearful respect of him, he was a death god after all, but they weren’t over the top about it all. They gave Arkadin whatever he asked for and, thankfully, didn’t ask too many questions or beg for too many things. Funnily enough, with Arkadin’s help, they had actually put in some new laws and systems to help reduce traffic deaths, which pleased Arkadin greatly.
The most important thing they had given Arkadin though was privacy. If he wanted to go to his little house and not be disturbed for three hours, the Skyavok would actually leave him alone. For the Thantophor, this was a somewhat new phenomenon. He rarely got left alone. What made this all better was that he didn’t even need to explicitly ask for privacy. The Skyavok just GAVE it to him.
So Arkadin was putting his private time to good use. That was why he was currently lying in bed, happily-
“Knock knock? You in?”
Arkadin snarled, leaping out of bed and throwing on some armour. He instinctively changed his form into a slightly more aggressive one. Less cute little Skyan, more ferocious Rethavok. This intrusion did not make him happy.
“What do you want, Kairos?” Arkadin snapped as he opened the door. “Why the fuck are you hounding me?”
Kairos blinked. He was currently using the form of a Skyavok himself, instead of his normal, draconic form. He still kept some draconic aspects; his armour was sharper than normal and his psionic wings were obviously far more dragon-y, but he was otherwise just a beautiful silver and blue Skyavok right now.
“I just wanted to check on you.”
“Why?”
“Because I am worried about you and care about you? You reset yourself. In a really violent way. And now you’re bumming around alongside a tiny little insignificant species.”
“They, unlike the majority of beings in this universe, treat me with respect, as an equal!” Arkadin tutted. “No one else really does that. AND they let me spend time on my own, not disturbing me!”
Kairos shrugged. “You can be on yo-”
“No I can’t! I’m always within earshot of one of you lot! No matter what I do, someone is there! Today, that someone is you! I just want some time genuinely on my own because I have… things… I want to sort out!”
“Like what?”
“Personal things.”
“Like what?”
Arkadin sighed. “You all had your hormonal years already and you won’t let me have mine. And it’s made even worse by the fact that I just… can’t. Not with mortals anyway. It does some weird, weird things to my mind.”
“Like what?”
“Like… uuh… Well, you know… And honestly, I’m not really willing to go down the, uh, route our sisters took…”
The Whenvern thought to himself for a moment. Suddenly, his eyes widened, realising what Arkadin wanted and was hinting at. “Oh… Oh… Sorry.”
“Can you give me some privacy?”
“Yeah…” Kairos apologised some more. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise…”
“Well, it’s a tad too late now. Gonna have to just… wait a bit…” Arkadin tutted. Something caught his attention. A small bing behind him. Arkadin immediately lit up, rushing to see who it was. Rather than leave, Kairos followed Arkadin inside, amused by the fact that his little home was so, so simple.
Arkadin checked his communicator, which was sitting on a small stool by the massive pile of cushions that made up the traditional Skyavok bed. A small smile appeared on his face.
“Retvik wants to meet up! A bit of a family reunion!”
“Retvik, as in the leader of the Dessaron?” Kairos asked. “He… considers you as part of his… family?”
“Yeah! I mean, I spent a loooong time by his side. By mortal standards… And he says to bring a friend too…”
Arkadin paused and eyed Kairos. Kairos eyed Arkadin back.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I’m not going with you.”
“Yes you are!” Arkadin grinned. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”
Kairos shrugged. “Fine, alright. If it makes you happy, I’ll come…”