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Post by seraaches on Aug 30, 2008 1:35:31 GMT -5
Ira moved up next to Iphis and sent him a bright, pleased smile. "He's all right, Iphis. We won, though we really should have mad an example of the survivors, and he can still walk." If it had been anyone other than the gender non-specific Iphis, he would have expected this concept to simply be understood. But it was the cute little albino and everyone knew that since he wasn't really either gender, he very rarely understood each of them.
Perhaps, Ira mused briefly in his own mind, this meant that Iphis should understand both genders better. Either way, Se was getting away and that really probably wasn't too wise for any of them. Ira tossed his tail happily and began a slow trot to catch up with his youngest sibling, letting Iphis take his own time and/or path to the other Heart. He fell into step with Se, hooves clopping happily.
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Post by Bee on Aug 30, 2008 2:12:09 GMT -5
Iphis padded along quietly beside his brothers as they made their way back to the apartment, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. Ira seemed to think of it as a battle won, but hauling the wounded living and the festering corpses of the dead off the field always seemed more gruesome work than just doing the killing. Iphis puzzled over this for a moment. He knew nothing about military; he really shouldn't be trying to think in those kinds of metaphors.
The drive to be of assistance kicked in again as soon as they were through the door. He imagined that his brother would want to get out of the dress and get clean, and then both of them would need to be bandaged up....
"Okay, okay, neither of you move, I'll help you get out of the dresses and then I can find the gauze...Do either of you need help bathing...? Because I don't mind, really, there's no shame in asking."
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Post by seraaches on Aug 30, 2008 2:19:35 GMT -5
Se turned his head briefly to send Iphis a scathing glare at the offer to assist during bathing. There was no way in any of the hills or the rots of any of the regions he was getting in the bath with another male. He would be dead first. If he bothered to think about that, he would decide that no one really should be bathing corpses, but he didn't bother to think on it because he really just didn't care.
"Get me out of this *#(% dress and I'm going to go clean myself." The words were gritted out between clenched teeth. It was the one small mercy he was going to grant Iphis simply because the boy had gotten the stupid felin off of his back. Given half a chance, Se would literally just rip the cloth from his own torn and hurting body.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 30, 2008 2:25:30 GMT -5
Ira found this whole concept a real gas and he offered cheerfully, "I'll find the gauze while you get Se undressed for his bath!" He ignored the growl Se sent his way as he trotted off to find one of the many first aid kits they had hidden about the premises. Sometimes they were very well hidden, as though Aiolos wanted them to bleed out before they found the very kits they needed to save themselves from life-threatening injuries.
The teal colt finally dug one out from behind a stack of muffin tins and semi-poisonous if ingested plants. He nabbed it quickly and trotted back to the albino and their youngest brother. His very movement bespoke pleasure and happiness and he put it down within reach with a bright smile.
"Shoo off, Monty," he warned the curious and evil bander, his ears tilting back in warning as his dark smile lit across his features once again.
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Post by Bee on Aug 30, 2008 22:38:34 GMT -5
Iphis set about carefully removing the shredded remnants of the dress, figuring that even though Se seemed less than appreciative, this would hurt less than him exerting himself and ripping the thing off and that was really all that mattered. Though Iphis was a bit hurt that Se wanted to be quits of his help after the disrobing. Perhaps he was concerned that Iphis would not be gentle enough? Or maybe he was just too traumatized.
He sighed sadly. Se wasn't going to let him be a part of the healing process. Oh well.
"There we go!" he said, taking a moment to mourn the sad passing of the now-tattered garment that had taken so much effort and love to create. "All off. Take as much time as you need in the bath but remember that we need to get the wounds dressed. Don't worry, I'll take care of Ira in the meantime."
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Post by seraaches on Aug 31, 2008 0:28:35 GMT -5
Se muttered something extremely unflattering at his brother despite the fact the boy had been so very helpful. He stalked off to the bathroom, kicking a plant out of the door when he got there. He slammed the door shut and actually ran a bath this time.
He stared glumly into the slowly fogging mirror. He didn't look too wonderful just then. Whatever. He didn't care. He turned off the water and quickly slipped in, wincing as the warm water hit open wounds. He should have killed those little *#($s. He didn't think Ira had actually finished any of them off either. Blast it. If he ever saw those boys again, he wouldn't hold back.
His bath took about twenty minutes then he eased back out of the vaguely pinkish water. He stared at it in annoyance, then let it drain out as he got himself mostly dry. He was going to go hide and nap for the rest of the freakin' afternoon.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 31, 2008 0:34:41 GMT -5
Ira watched Iphis helping Se out of the dress very, very gently, then quickly procured his white sibling's aid in trying to salvage his own. He wiggled around however Iphis would need him to in order to unsnap or unbutton or unzip or however the snot he'd gotten into the dress to begin with because he couldn't remember anymore and didn't really care to think about it.
"Well, we did look nice," the teal colt said cheerfully. "Too bad about the dresses, though." And that was about all he would ever think about the outfits Iphis had so painstakingly and carefully crafted for them.
When Se made to sneak by, Ira happily glomped the hybrid, receiving a yelped curse in response. "Iphis! Bring the first aid kit! He's still oozing!" Ira smiled down at his youngest brother as the boy muttered dark and angry things at him.
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Post by Bee on Aug 31, 2008 0:54:31 GMT -5
Iphis grabbed the kit immediately and rushed to his brothers. Se would not be allowed to just ooze and bleed all over the place because he had too much manly pride or whatever to sit still and let someone wrap him up. Fortunately, Ira was on the ball, latching onto Se and holding him in place in a manner that Iphis probably would not emulate for fear of being grabbed by the hair and flung through a wall. Or stared at. Being stared at by Se for any period of time was rather unnerving, like when Clara and the others got angry and refused to talk to him and he had to just sit there and look into their paint-dot eyes and wait for forgiveness.
"It's okay, Se," Iphis said soothingly. "We'll have you patched up in snap! Just a little antiseptic--um, that will probably sting; please don't hurt Ira--and gauze and band-aids and love and you'll be all better."
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Post by seraaches on Aug 31, 2008 1:25:08 GMT -5
"I'm not an idiot," Se hissed angrily at Iphis, even as he continued to struggle beneath Ira's weight. "I know antiseptic stings and get the *## off of me, Ira!"
All of his moving was just making himself hurt even more and he went still out of survivability more than out of a desire to help Iphis in his attempts to doctor the cuts, bites, and bruises.
The second part of being pinned by Ira was that the teal colt was still covered in blood and not all of it was fully dry. It was getting ground right back into Se's yellow fur and he was certainly getting exceedingly ticked off about this fact.
"Ira!" the yellow hybrid snapped. "I'll stay still, just get off!" The extra weight was beginning to wear on him, even after only a few minutes. He wished he could kill them all.
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Post by seraaches on Aug 31, 2008 1:35:20 GMT -5
Ira was having a great deal of fun playing cowboy on his brother's back, even if the awkward, membraned wings occasionally popped up to smack him almost directly in the face. He almost bit down the next time it came at him, but it seemed unwise to even try a taste in case he found it addictive. No eating family. It was a rule.
After Se begged the second or third time, he finally shifted off of his brother, letting the hybrid breathe a full sigh of relief. Ira again kept himself from licking his brother's face as the boy hissed and cursed through the doctoring process. It was fun to watch even though Se apparently didn't care for the attention. Truthfully, he thought their youngest brother was being a bit of a pansy; if he hadn't wanted to get clean up, he shouldn't have gotten so banged up to begin with.
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