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Post by seraaches on Apr 22, 2008 19:30:53 GMT -5
Ira's ears twisted towards the other table and he sent a long, sidelong glance towards the boys as his tongue flicked out to take another slow lick across his salt-encrusted cone. His lips curved up in an amused grin. He tossed his head, at them and returned his focus to his ice cream instead.
Just like that, the boys were forgotten as the boy wondered if perhaps he could get some more salt for his ice cream. He was mildly surprised, therefore, when the sound of a chair scraping nearby was quickly followed by the approach of a rather large boar. His ears went back and he turned to send the boy a cool look that wasn't entirely welcoming.
He did not, however, speak to the interloper even as the older boy tilted his head and leaned in close. "Hey," the boar leaned in closer, his tusks nearly tapping Ira's cup of ice cream. Ira sent him a warning look.
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Post by seraaches on Apr 22, 2008 19:48:27 GMT -5
Se's teeth slowly bared as the boys began their whispers and his ears began to flatten against his skull as his ruff rose in answer to the teen who came to join them. Emboldened by the boar's move, most of the others migrated over to the brothers' table, leaving only one at their original and he sat guard over their ice cream with a deep smirk.
Two of the newcomers surrounding Iphis, though one of them dared Se's glowering presence.
The boar grinned at his friends as they took their places. He leaned in closer towards Ira. "Heyla, hottie."
The one nearest the yellow hybrid reached out a paw as though to touch the membraned wings and Se growled low under his breath, the sound just beginning to rumble through his chest. "Touch me and die."
The cat gave a surprised bark of laughter, but there was something in the pupilless green eyes that warned him to not push it.
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Post by Bee on Apr 26, 2008 14:17:15 GMT -5
Iphis was not nearly so bothered by the attentions of the pack as Se and Ira were, which was probably a good thing, because they didn't seem to have any intention of going away any time soon. Besides, living with Helena had gotten him more or less accustomed to surprise molestation, insofar as one became accustomed to that sort of thing.
One started playing with his hair. "You're a pretty girl," he purred.
It was a line he got often, and meant that later he would need to explain that he was not, physically, female, at which point one of two things happened. One, the male in question would bug his eyes, stammer a moment, and then proceed to have the mother of all freakouts, which would usually feature a good deal of yelling and flailing and running away and then asserting his manhood by drinking lots of beer and loudly telling everyone in earshot how much he loved and appreciated a good pair of breasts. Two, he would shrug, smile, and continue normally.
Iphis had a feeling these boys would freak out. Best to keep quiet about it, then.
"I try," he said cheerily. He glanced at his brothers. He wondered how long it would take one of them to commit a felony. He had better gently shoo the pack away; he didn't want anyone to die. "But there are much prettier girls out there for you to chase."
He must have thought he was fishing for a compliment. "I doubt it," he said, and twirled one of Iphis's flowers in his fingers. This was not going to end well.
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Post by seraaches on Apr 29, 2008 12:23:06 GMT -5
Ira leveled the boar with a long, flat glare, then gently nosed his ice cream away from the other boy. "Yes," he answered lightly. "I am a hottie. But I'm eating ice cream. Go 'way."
The boar lofted a brow and shook his head. "I think we should all finish our ice cream together," he replied, trying for, one might assume, a somewhat sexy voice.
The colt sent the boar a disbelieving look before responding. "Okay. I'll finish mine here and you can finish yours somewhere else."
The boar laughed again, actually leaning onto the other's cloth-covered teal shoulder. Ira turned his head to stare hard as the teenager with a flat look that suggested this wasn't necessarily the best course of action the boy had ever taken. Oblivious, the boar grinned wider. "Let's finish eating together."
Now Ira looked absolutely offended. "I'm not sharing!"
The boar gave a low laugh.
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Post by seraaches on Apr 30, 2008 10:33:57 GMT -5
Se had a low growl rumbling deep in his chest, his ice cream was pretty well forgotten. The cat beside him began to look more uncertain as the yellow hybrid was obviously exceedingly displeased. Still he and his other canine buddy kept close to their target, at the very least because they would play restrainer if she got in the way.
"Hey now, hey now," the canine tried to soothe the winged creature. "Just chill out, huh? It's all okay. We're not going to hurt you."
Se turned to stare at the older boy in disgust. "You're not going to touch me," he replied in a hard, angry voice. "And you're not going to touch my siblings either." Sometimes he really wasn't sure what gender Iphis was.
The feline gave a small chuckle of his own, trying to help the canine resolve some of the growing tension. "Hey, we're just here to have fun."
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Post by Bee on May 10, 2008 0:20:26 GMT -5
"Well, this is a place for innocent ice-cream-related fun," Iphis said to the feline. It was for his own safety, really. Se was, generally speaking, mad, bad, and dangerous to know. The sheer force of his rage alone could likely annihilate everyone in the immediate area, and Iphis felt no real desire to be a crispy critter. He was here for delicious frozen goodness, not gently steaming corpses. "If you want to have dirty fun, you need to go somewhere else. There are children here."
He gestured broadly at the parlor-goers. His flower-twirling friend was not deterred, and neither were his companions, by the looks of it. The over-amorous suitor waggled his eyebrows.
"Well, we'll just have to take this elsewhere, then, won't we? Don't want to scar the little kiddies for life."
Iphis sighed. He wished Helena were here to terrify them away with her...Helenaness. Where was his sister when you actually needed her?
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Post by Kiki on May 10, 2008 8:57:26 GMT -5
Bee and Sera receive 2 tokens each, to be redeemed in Ashwin's Shoppe.
This will automatically be added to your recorded totals in the shoppe.
Congratulations, and keep up the good RP!
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Post by seraaches on Jul 24, 2008 15:22:09 GMT -5
Ira finally turned to look over at Iphis, silently contemplating what he saw there. The albino was taking the whole thing quite placidly. Ira has never been mistaken for a female before, though his genetics had given him a graceful and lithe form.
Of course, he mused thoughtfully, he'd never gotten dressed up in girl clothes before, so perhaps that was why.
"Tch, tch," he said suddenly. "You're upsetting Se quite a lot." He smiled beatifically. "Upsetting Se is a very, very bad idea."
"So Se and. . . wot's your name?" the boar asked again, leaning away from the ice cream and immediately being rewarded by Ira relaxing again. The horse seemed less concerned about virtue and a great deal more about ice cream.
"I'm Ira." Just that, nothing more. His pink tongue went right back to working on his ice cream, though it wasn't as good now that he finished off the salt. Ira frowned at it, again seemingly oblivious to the boys around them.
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Post by seraaches on Jul 24, 2008 15:25:58 GMT -5
Se turned his disgusted look onto Ira. "You're worthless." The words were nearly spat out again, and the winged hybrid shoved suddenly away from the table. One of his wings got tangled briefly with a chair and in a sudden flap of frustration, Se sent it flying out of his way.
"Hey!" The worker called angrily, shaking a fist. "Don't break our stuff."
Se growled incoherently and stalked to the door, his hind hooves clicking a staccato of anger.
The older boys glanced at each other, and the canine and feline rose to go after him, leaving the boar and Iphis' admirers behind.
Se stomped out of the building, slamming wide the ice cream parlour's doors and heading into the street. He was going to kill the next person who even looked at him, he didn't care who they were! He snarled at a baby as he stormed by and it began to wail in terror.
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Post by Bee on Jul 24, 2008 23:45:11 GMT -5
Se had, not surprisingly, taken it upon himself to storm out (though Iphis had to wonder if snarling at the baby was really necessary; that kind of thing had a deep and long-lasting psychological impact that would probably now lead the child to become a snarling, murdering sociopath), and the rude young men had, not surprisingly, taken it upon themselves to follow him. They clearly had poor judgment and decision-making skills. They were also clearly angling for a good and thorough killing.
Today was not a good day to die.
Iphis sighed and hopped out of his chair. "I hate to be rude, but I need to look after my little brother. So if you'll excuse me! I must be going away now. Live lovely and fulfilling lives filled with joy and wonder."
He didn't look back at them to see how they were reacting. He did, however, look at Ira, and quite meaningfully, at that. It would take a lot of skill to stop death or something equally icky from happening.
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