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Post by Kitty on Dec 8, 2007 13:46:53 GMT -5
(( Note: He needs to grow up angsty... I see him being tossed from one home to another... so feel free to be a bit, unkind. =3 ))  Some people were truly despicable, cruel and worthy of being tossed out of society... he could understand that. One could only take so much from one source before you wanted to just... get away from said source, toss it out of your life. But what had he ever done to deserve a life such as his? All he'd done to people since the very moment he was born was cause them pain... and he had no understanding, not even the smallest inkling as to why he had that effect on others. And here he was again, alone, cold and unwanted ... this was the third time this had happened in his short little life. However, none would ever compare to look on his mothers face... that was burned into his memory forever. The small mixed breed huddled himself into his wings and tucked his tail beneath them the best he could as well, and shivered silently as he watched everyone pass him by on their daily routine. He was small and insignificant and not many even spared him a glance. His tummy growled, voicing it's great desire for food and he looked down momentarily as if it might hush it somehow. He let out a great sigh and closed his eyes... maybe he'd just freeze... and the blackness would remain permanently. ((Being sick calls for angst... >.>)) |
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Post by seraaches on Dec 9, 2007 5:46:09 GMT -5
 “Oh, shut up, freakin’ Eir head,” the mix breed, mix region boy snarled at his brother. “Go home and play with the –dollies-. Iphis is missing you.” The striped wings were mantled up over his yellow furred back and his purple-tipped tail flicked angrily behind him. He wanted some time from the press of the crowd that was his siblings and of course the jerk freakin’ tard that was Eir would follow him out. He’d gotten permission from father to purchase a bander and though the green stallion had stated firmly that he would come along, Se wanted to do it alone. But, of course, Eir wouldn’t let him. Freakin’ older brothers! They ALL thought they could boss him around! Especially Eir with his power trips. Gads, he hated his family. Oh, ho! Wot was this nonsense blocking his path? The canine/equine stopped, front paws going still first and followed by two final clicks of purple hooves. His bright green, pupiless eyes rested on the… winged rat. The young boy was certain to feel the weight of his gaze as he could make even adults turn away in fear. It seemed as though the yellow winged hybrid could read the other winged hybrid’s mind, though Se couldn’t actually. Still, it was a useful trick especially for putting other creatures in their place. “Wot’s… that?” he asked rhetorically, disgust lighting his voice when he caught sight of the rotting bit off the thing’s butt. Some sort of Lowlander type. Gads, they really were disgusting. ------- Ninjaing somewhere behind them was the soft clipclop of hooves, the sound likely lost in the crowds for now. However, with quarry in sight, there was a good chance the ninja would be less ninja and perhaps more of a pirate... |
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Post by Bee on Dec 9, 2007 6:11:35 GMT -5
 "You know our sister-brother likes you better, Purse," Eir snarled back. Eir would have liked to have said that Iphis was in fact afraid of him, but Iphis really wasn't afraid of anyone. He was too dumb. Eir had told his mother once that if Iphis ever ran into some child-molester kidnapper on the streets, he would probably just grin and ask if the man wanted to have a tea party. Mother had rolled her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose and whoosh, just like that, Iphis wasn't allowed to venture outside of the house alone. Then, at his brother's words, Eir saw him too. Some winged rat who obviously had some Lowlander blood in him, if the rotted flesh on his tail and back were any indication. Eir wrinkled his nose in disgust. Father had told him all about Lowlanders, especially how they were responsible for killing the uncle that Eir would never have a chance to meet. He wondered if this little rat would kill too, if given half the chance. Eir himself was entirely a Gardens creature, but Se was a mix; Se had Josiggy Marsh blood; would that be enough to provoke some kind of malice? To his brother, he said, "Let's put off getting banders for just a little while." To the winged vermin, he said, "Hey, rat! What are you doing out by yourself, eh? That's not very safe." |
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Post by Kitty on Dec 9, 2007 7:14:04 GMT -5
He had almost slipped into a restless slumber when he detected the motions of another. At first he didn't pay any mind to the stranger, figuring it was another gawker, or someone who was merely mocking him silently, he didn't know and frankly he didn't care. However, the stranger didn't go away and, even though it's gaze sent this creepy feeling down his spine, he peered up at the equine, lovely blue eyes having a short glimmer of hope before it disappeared. As soon as the other spoke he knew it was just another whom found him repulsive, someone who hated him for some transgression he hadn't even been alive to perform. Pity really, he could have done with some... uplifting company.
His expression mirrored his eyes and fell back to a completely neutral stare, almost blank really. He had an inkling of what was to come and, even though he didn't like the prospects, he knew it'd be far worse if he ran. And what was that, another one? Joy of joys... and just as creepy as the first ...
His voice was just like the rest of him, somewhat defeated and as close to empty as it could get without losing all personal touches.
Temporary pity does me no good, I am not stupid... You did not stop for mindless chit chat.
As foolish as it may have been for him to say that, he was already fed up with the facades that people put on to try and lull him into some sort of false sense of security... he did not wish to receive things in any form of sugar coating, he'd much rather swallow the pill dry then anything else... |
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Post by seraaches on Dec 9, 2007 7:30:13 GMT -5
Se nearly laughed at the rat’s measly attempt to meet his strange, pupiless gaze; this one was worthless. Anyone could see it just by looking at the thing. Could he smell rot? Perhaps it was just the contamination of standing too close to anything Lowlander. His yellow ears flicked forward when the thing bothered to speak to him and then he didn’t stop the hard, harsh laugh.
“Since we’re talking to it,” he noted to Eir rather than reply directly to the thing lying there in the street. “It’s obvious all of our talk must be mindless; it wouldn’t understand us otherwise.” Really, wot did this piece of rot think it was doing here in the middle of the street where others were forced to look at it, even just in passing.
“I don’t think it’s even correct about its mental acuity,” the hybrid noted dryly, voice taking the condescending note he often heard his mother direct to his father when she thought the stallion was being particularly dense. “It doesn’t look smart enough to know it’s not wanted here. Or anywhere, for that matter. I bet it’s own parents wouldn’t want it around.”
At the scathing tones of the hybrid, the stalker came closer, still keeping well into the crowds for now.
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Post by Bee on Dec 9, 2007 8:41:14 GMT -5
Temporary pity? He wondered what in his tone had given the rat the impression that he felt any sort of pathos, but that was neither here nor there, really. He was inclined to agree with his brother on this issue; the boy must not have been terribly bright. Which didn't really surprise him. Father had never been very generous in his appraisal of Lowlander intelligence.
"It would explain why he's wandering about," Eir said, almost reflectively. "We're just out to get a couple of pets. When we get back, Mother will probably have cookies ready for us." Which might have been true. Mother liked to cook. It was just that most of time she put the sweets away and told her children that they would just make them hyper and even more unbearable. Then Mother would pull out a slice of chocolate cheesecake and eat it with her nightly glass of "special juice," which everyone knew was booze. But still. The rat didn't need to know that.
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Post by Kitty on Dec 11, 2007 14:14:07 GMT -5
He was almost inclined to try and wander away, but that comment about not even his parents wanting him obviously struck some sort of nerve as he wrinkled up his nose at the two strange equines. It was quickly followed by a surge of anger, accompanied by a little adrenaline, which made him suddenly, and possibly temporarily, grow a spine. He straightened up and chatted his teeth defensively, trying to warn the equines to back off. It was indeed a little premature, but he was offended and already didn't have a very good feeling about either of them.
Yes, that's right, go back to your mother and simply leave me be, like everyone else.
There was quite a bit of malice in that last word, but it was justifiable. He didn't know his father at all, or the circumstances regarding his conception, so he ad no feelings for him... none at all. However, should he ever meet him, he'd discover that he was swiftly traveling down the same path as that old, cranky rat. |
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Post by seraaches on Dec 17, 2007 23:50:07 GMT -5
Se gave another derisive laugh that he had no cause to subdue. Yellow ears went back and he tossed back the purple forelock to send the same type of look at the pitiful creature. "Wot an utter waste of space." "You're one to talk," came a fourth male voice and, almost by magic, a tealish equine stepped up behind the winged canine hybrid. "You two seem to have a lot in common." Se's ears went flat and he didn't even bother turning to look behind him. "Wot do you want, Ira? Go home." The horse grinned darkly, stepping up beside his brother and bumping the yellow hindquarters with his own, lashing out with the green tail. "Awwww, but Se! I love you just SSSOOOOOO much! I knew you'd be missing me." Purple eyes flicked to the purple and pink colt. "And you even brought Eir along this time! I thought -I- was your favourite! Or was that Helena?" "Go home." |
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Post by Bee on Dec 18, 2007 1:19:07 GMT -5
Eir usually extended a good deal of patience toward his hyperactive older brother, but at the moment he and Se had rat spawn to torment, and if Ira wasn't going to help him, then he was going to have to leave. Se and Ira needed to focus their energies on the brat who wasn't related to them.
"Please," said Eir huffily, kicking petulantly at the ground with a golden hoof. "No one likes Helena. Helena's weird. Ira," he continued imperiously, "either make yourself useful or make yourself scarce. We're in the middle of something here." He pointed at the winged rodent in irritation. "In case you hadn't noticed."
He focused fully on the interloper. Simply leave me be, like everyone else. Eir had very little patience for self-pity and sullen dispondency. It made him violent. Which was perhaps why Vishne got on his nerves so bloody much. What the hell did he have to angst over? What of the rat spawn? Probably something pathetic. But he wasn't all that interested in examining the vermin's baggage. "We're not like everyone else. We're going to leave when we're damned good and ready, and you're going to leave when we say you can."
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Post by Kitty on Dec 23, 2007 13:28:49 GMT -5
Tavor was tired, cold and hungry and had been playing his usual pathetic, anti-social cards, but some little piece of him liked the company of the odd mixes, and it sickened him. They were talking to him, even if it was more then just a little disrespectfully... but they were talking to him none the less. He shifted his wings and unwrapped his tail, the part of him which sickened other the most as it has rotted to the bone and he straightened himself up, cocking his head to the side when a third one came into view, obviously another relative. All of them were just so ... strange. He couldn't quite put his finger on why still, and that bothered him a bit as well.
'...and you're going to leave when we say you can.'
A part of him seethed at this, who was this equine to order him around like that? He clenched his clawed paws and bit his tongue, why was he suddenly so angry? He was terribly confused, but there was a lingering agitation that warmed his blood, and took away one of his worries. Perhaps if he just stayed quiet all three of them would leave, or become distracted enough that he could merely slip away and leave the little creeps behind forever. |
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