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Post by seraaches on Aug 29, 2008 17:45:26 GMT -5
Ira tossed his tail from one side to the next and debated about whether or not it truly was worth his while to go out and save the morons from their fate. As far as he could tell it seemed only right that the stupid be pruned from the gene pool and these poor fellows definitely fell under that category.
Still, Iphis seemed determined to stop the carnage-- a real shame, Ira thought as he glanced at his ice cream bowl for any last vestige of salt-- and finally rose and trotted after the albino with a sigh of sadness.
The boys still inside seemed to be confused by Iphis' reference to his brother and were currently discussing whether or not they'd misheard. Ira trotted out the door calling out, "Ooh, Se deeaaarrr."
This did not help alleviate the confusion behind him, and Ira grinned. That was a nice little addition, he thought.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 29, 2008 17:51:58 GMT -5
Se was stalking across the little courtyard, and had almost made it to a grassy knoll beyond when the two boys caught up with him. From a distance it first appeared that the two had just stopped him with conversation. Just as suddenly, however, there was a low-rising growl of rage and suddenly the boar went flying.
In a thrice, the feline leapt upon Se's back and the hybrid went nearly crazy. Se gave a squeal of rage and began a bucking spree that could have rivalled the best bucking bronco. In his own sudden bout of panic, the feline latched on with his claws, catching the main of Se's wings.
The boar rose dazedly and stared in shock for a long moment at the sight of his friend playing cowboy. His surprise couldn't last long, however, for as soon as Se realized he was up, the hybrid snarled horribly and spat out a fireball that caught the boar clean in the face.
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Post by Bee on Aug 29, 2008 18:57:31 GMT -5
It appeared that Iphis was too late to halt the doom of the feline and the boar. He let out a delicate shriek at the sight of the miserable creature getting fireblasted directly in the face, but upon seeing the feline trying desperately to stay on Se's back, any sense of pity went straight out the window. Iphis did not often feel rage and usually tried to explain away situations in order to dissipate it completely, but there was no mistaking what was happening in front of him.
"How dare you try to violate my brother you evil, horrible person!"
He hadn't wanted to hurt somebody this much since--the feline made a choked noise of pain and, claws unhooking easily, slumped off Se and onto the ground, like all of his limbs had stopped working at once. The feline writhed in pain, cramping and moaning. Iphis blinked.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 29, 2008 19:17:02 GMT -5
Se whirled as soon as he was freed and a second fireball slammed into the already pain-ridden feline. The thing screeched and howled, but it wasn't entirely clear whether or not the thing felt much beyond the mental pain Iphis had already visited upon it.
Now, however, the other boys realized that their friends were in trouble and swiftly rushed to go to the burned Cards' aid. It was going to very quickly turn into a free-for-all. Se snarled angrily as the next set came his way and he threw himself at them with a vengeance.
He belatedly realized that there was someone fighting alongside him and a flash of teal told him it had to be Ira. For once he was glad for the other's presence; Ira was surprisingly good in a fight, actually. Though, knowing about the other boy's nature, perhaps it really wasn't that unusual.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 29, 2008 19:24:06 GMT -5
Ira was extremely pleased when things devolved into the equivalent of a fist-fight. Regardless of his herbivore exteriour, he was a predator on the inside and he was swift to leap into the fray, hooves flying and teeth ripping through any fur or hide that came his way.
The colt didn't bother with abilities in this close-range combat; it was a great deal more satisfying to rip through their flesh and break bones with his own lovely multi-coloured hooves. After about ten minutes, the boys realized that they were not only on the losing end of the fight, they were being thoroughly thrashed.
"Retreat!" One of them finally had the sense to yell, and they tried to limp away in various stages of injury and pain. Ira hunkered down, preparing to leap onto the nearest one, an attack that would probably break his unfortunate target's spine.
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Post by Bee on Aug 29, 2008 20:06:09 GMT -5
Iphis stepped off to the sidelines as the whole thing rapidly devolved into a free-for-all, rather clumsily dodging the attempt made by one of those horrible brutish boys to drag him into the fight. He wouldn't know the first thing to do if someone actually engaged him in some kind of kerfluffle (except scream and flail and possibly mentally lash out at somebody again, which would be horrible), and he was very likely to get his arse handed to him.
"Ira!" he yelled in alarm, as he saw his brother preparing to attack one of the retreating figures. "Ira, you've won! They're leaving! See? You've beaten them. There's no need to kill them!" Oh dear gods, he hoped his brother wasn't planning on eating the little wretch. The thought of watching that made him feel intensely nauseated.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 29, 2008 21:44:22 GMT -5
Ira's leap was halted part way and he made a funny little crow-hop to recover. He pulled up and turned to glance curiously at his white brother. Iphis sounded as though killing them was going too far; as though they had simply been trying to beat off the boys. This went beyond that; winning involved smelling the dead, blood-soaked, bowel-emptied corpses of their enemies and maybe taking a bite or two to verify that they will not come back to life to try and get you a second time.
Still, that would probably offend poor Iphis' delicate, female sensibilities. With a sad sigh, Ira let the boys go as the wounded latched together and huddled together as they limped and dragged themselves out of range and to safety. Ira glanced at his brothers and realized suddenly that his dress was not only ripped and muddied, it was also covered with blood. At least the blood wasn't his.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 29, 2008 21:55:43 GMT -5
Se spat blood as their adversaries retreated away from them. His ears tilted backwards and he turned to look at his brothers. Iphis, the dainty white flower, was just as smudge free as ever. The jackwad. Ira showed a bit more abuse; smears of blood covered the teal skin and there bits of fur stuck to the red and even some stuck at the edges of his lip.
He had no clue wot he looked like, but he was hurting. Covered in scratches and bleeding all over, he had tufts of hair missing and a rip through one of his membranes. The back of his particular dress was in absolute shreds and hung off his left side like a cheap whore.
The hybrid didn't care. He moved stiffly away from the area with its blood and smell of burned flesh, and headed towards the road. He was going home and he didn't give a *$&% wot his siblings thought of it.
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Post by Bee on Aug 30, 2008 0:58:07 GMT -5
Iphis trotted after his brother worriedly, trying to match with his pace. Both of them looked a mess, of course, but Se was probably feeling worse because of what those hateful evil boys had tried to do. Iphis felt more than partially responsible for this; it was his idea to dress them up, after all. Se hadn't wanted to. He'd insisted and then Ira had backed him up. It had really been no better than bullying. Clara and the rest of the crew were going to be ashamed of him when they found out, and rightly so.
"Se, wait! We can help...patch you...up." He trailed off as he realized that Se was very unlikely to stop for them; Iphis was just going to have to follow and see if he could do anything to help when they got back to the house. His brother was too independent for his own good.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 30, 2008 1:29:42 GMT -5
Iphis was quite correct, actually. Se not only didn't pause, he didn't seem to even hear the albino calling him to stop. It would be quite simple for the other two boys to catch up with him since he had to limp so slowly down the street.
The whole episode, now that it was over, didn't bother him in the least bit whatsoever. All he wanted was to get back to the house, get out of the *$(%ing dress and forget most of this day had ever happened. It had been fun, however, to slam those two boys in the face with fireballs and that curved up his lips in a dark, somewhat psychotic grin.
Whatever his other two brothers did, though he guessed they'd probably try to catch up, wouldn't change his direction or destination. He was definitely going to go home right now.
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