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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Mar 29, 2008 18:25:08 GMT -5
Children were hell. Seth could say that with full conviction, as he was now the proud father of two of them. At least, he would be proud, assuming he ever had a second to stop and interact with them. As it was, life had turned into a blur of crying and squiggling infants, overshadowed by an overtired and pissed off coyote mother. He had escaped the Court for his own sanity, when it came down to it. He knew there would be hell to pay as soon as he returned, but with any luck he'd manage to hide out until Heilyn and the children had managed to get some sleep. He did feel bad, abandoning his duties for the time being, but he really didn't want to strangle anyone, and if he was vomited on one more time... Granted, Heilyn might just thank him if he did that, but that wasn't really a chance that he wanted to take at this moment in time. Running away for now was the best possible course of action, he assured himself, as he rested his back against a large tree. He stood like that for a moment, letting himself take a few deep and relaxing breaths, then slowly slid down. It wasn't until his fuzzy butt hit the ground that he realized exactly how quiet it was here. It was wonderful. Feeling rather apathetic to the rest of the world, he pulled a small pouch out of his bag and set about rolling himself a joint. What better way was there to relax, after all? |
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Post by Greenie on Mar 29, 2008 18:43:30 GMT -5
  Dysthymia had been forced to accompany his sister on a walk. It was not a task he would have willingly undertaken, nor appreciated getting stuck with, but it was understandable given Saethre's talent for getting completely and utterly lost, and her love for talking to completely random strangers. Some days he wondered how the hell she had gotten born into the family. He and his brothers were for the most part relatively QUIET beings, breaking the stereotype of 'rowdy boys', and his sister was the one that caused 95.86435% of the choas in their home. It was inexplicable. Today was not any different. The ferret was purposefully loitering several feet behind his sister, who was making a mad dash back and forth across the street for no real apparent purpose. After a few minutes she stopped and stared, which was Mia's cue to go OH SHIT and follow her very carefully. Predictably the otter took off, and within a few seconds was right next to Seth, staring at what he had in his hand as if it were sparkling and promising candy. "What is that? Huh? Is it something cool? Can I have some? What's it do? Will it make me sparkle? Will it--" The otter's rapidfire questioning was interrupted when she was abruptly smacked on the head by Dysthymia, who had approached from behind. The ferret cleared his throat, more than a little embarrassed. "Sorry about that. She's a little.... ... hell if I know, she just is." |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Mar 29, 2008 18:53:03 GMT -5
Between the Bat's exhaustion from taking care of his children for the last few days and the one deep breath he'd taken off his joint, he was lost to the world. He exhaled, letting the smoke curl out of his mouth, and allowed his eyes to slowly slide shut. The breeze and shade were absolutely divine, and he lifted the Weed up to take another puff off of it. Already, his worries were beginning to drift out of his mind.
That was, of course, until a pair of - God help him - children came over to him, one of them almost right in his lap before he even noticed her. His eyes opened quickly, pupils narrowing with surprise as he looked the pair over, almost forgetting about the smoke that he was holding in his lungs. That was, of course, interrupted with a desperate fit of coughing that left the man almost doubled over.
This was great. Just perfect. He had left the Court to avoid children, and then a pair that weren't even his had somehow managed to find him! Not just that, but they were... so strange looking... All spots and colors and GAH! His head was spinning, and he waved at the one, covering his eyes with the hand that wasn't clutching the ciggarette.
"Yes it's cool, no you can't have it, and...[/b]" he finally stopped, getting a good look at the pair. His mind spun. The calmness of the male went right over his head in favor of their speckles. "...And what the hell are you?![/b]"
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Post by Greenie on Mar 29, 2008 18:57:53 GMT -5
As soon as she recovered from the blow given to her by her brother, the otter went into uber!poutnsulk mode, which included sniffling, looking pathetic, and attempting to rub up against Mia. Mia, however, simply cringed and shoved her over, where she stayed rather melodramatically.
The ferret blinked at the large bat sitting in front of him. What were they? Uhh. Well, he'd asked for an explanation, hadn't he? "My mom is Kahmden, my other mom is Tulgey and Torquehelm. I'm a ferret, she's an otter. Does that cover it..?" After a moment he shrugged, not sure if the man would even understand the different regions considering his current state of mind.
After another moment the otter suddenly jumped up and was back to staring at Seth like he was a strange vision, but she was staring at him instead of his cig, this time. "What are YOU?" She asked, and Mia winced a bit at her complete lack of tact.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Mar 29, 2008 19:16:16 GMT -5
Seth stared at them as they wrestled, almost beginning to feel motion sick from watching all of the spots meld into each other. The way that the... long... pink... one was moving was almost too much to take. It was like a snake, but with fur! And LEGS! And... god, that just couldn't be right, could it? He couldn't take his eyes off of them, nodding mutely as Mia spoke. "Kahmden... so that's your spots... You have a lot of spots.[/b]" he could see the Torquehelm as well, more so in the one that actually had bindings than in the other. At the mention of Tulgey, he shuddered slightly. "Neither of you.. have Tulgey, though, do you?[/b]" he asked, looking a little nervous. He was afraid of them, even mixes.
And then the little otter's attention was on him again, as much as he had hoped that he would be able to remain unnoticed after her brother shot her down. But things couldn't be easy, especially when it came to children.
"I'm..[/b]" he said, fully misunderstanding her question. "A bat.[/b]" a small giggle escaped him, a strange sound when it came from the rather muscular man. His wings spread slightly, their full width more than enough to surround him and both of the children, should he decide that he wanted to do that. This whole situation was terribly strange.
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Post by Greenie on Mar 29, 2008 23:51:41 GMT -5
Mia eyed the man warily. Was he drunk and high? For suits sake, what had Saethre dragged him into? He almost felt sorry for the bat, but then remembered he'd been dumb enough to get high, so maybe he deserved a bit of otter!spazz.
.. then again, no one was dumb enough to deserve Saethre..
"I.. do have a lot of spots. Yeah. ... So do you." Mia replied dryly, though he really wanted to smack the man just to see if he'd get a reply. It wasn't his fault Vessatha had taught him to make fun of stupid people, but only when they couldn't retaliate! Then again, she hadn't really taught him that, he'd just.. picked it up a bit..
Dysthymia snickered when Seth shuddered a bit. "Does it look like either of us are Tulgey?" He was PINK. His sister was BLUE. and BLACK. Where was there Tulgey in that? Neither of them had red eyes, either, or the Tulgey wings, though he did have the Torque wings. "No, we aren't, though one of my brothers is.." It was too bad he wasn't sure where Chiari was, or he'd drag him over just to scare the silly bat.
Saethre was on an entirely different train of thought than her brother. She found this BAT thing very, very interesting, which meant she wasn't likely to leave it alone unless Mia distracted her with something shiny, which was also a likely possibility. "DUUUDE." The otter drew the word out in the annoying way preteens were liable to do, her eyes wide. "Really? You're a bat? I'm not a bat, I'm an otter, but DUDE YOU'RE A BAT."
Dysthymia just gave her a disgusted look. Would Vessatha care if he left his sister here to fend for herself? The ferret sighed. Probably.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Apr 5, 2008 17:16:31 GMT -5
Seth shifted uncomfortably, looking down at himself, nose crinkling slightly as he did. He did have spots, it was true, but when he compared them to the strange weasel-y squigglechild, he saw very little in common. "They're more splotches, really,[/b]" he replied lamely. He was very quickly seeing the mistake that he'd made in breeding. He might get some cool like mixes of his DNA, but children were irritating as fuck.
Inside his head, something was kicking him quite hard. Why was he putting up with this spotted pink child? Or his strangely insane sister? He could practially feel himself sobering with even the though of it.
"I guess you can get the Tulgey weird without any of the outside traits,[/b]" he muttered rather dryly, turning away from the pink boy and coming face-to-face with the wiggly little otter. He blinked at her. By now, his high had faded almost completely. He was clearly still feeling some of the effects, otherwise he would have been hard-pressed to not smack the male child. Then the other was at it again, and it was all Seth could do to not sneer.
"I know, right?[/b]" Seth responded, mouth dropping open and eyes widening for effect. "An OTTER?! Do you, like, swim and stuff?[/b]" he repeated in an overexaggerated mockery of her preteen way of speaking, his head bobbling in a mockery of her, clapping large hands together.
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Post by Greenie on Apr 8, 2008 21:11:14 GMT -5
Dysthymia eyed the 'splotches' doubtfully, then looked down at his spots. "Uh, right. Those are splotches like my spots are splatters. You're spotted, get over it." He paused, looking confused, then said, "Why am I arguing with a random high man at the park about his spots?" to himself, then turned away, clearly not wanting to continue the line of absolutely stupid conversation.
Saethre, however, had yet to lose any interest. "Tulgey weird? You aren't calling me weird, are you mister?" She immediately put on a puppy-dog-otter face, which was quite honestly pathetic. (How could you not sympathize with three brothers?) "I-I-I'm not weird!"
Of course, then he had to go and mock her, which completely ruined the entire idea. "Dude." The otter started, her face a mask of disgust, "Not funny. I swim better than you fly, man, don't mock it!"
At that, Mia turned around to give Seth a knowing look and shrug. "She does, I wouldn't mess with her. She can kick anyone's ass in water."
[[BI-POLAR SIBLINGS FTW!]]
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Apr 14, 2008 21:36:59 GMT -5
Seth laughed at that. It was taking a huge amount of concentration to keep up with the pair, but they were so strange. The rapid-fire changes in mood, their exaggerated facial expressions, even the subtlties in their voices were so strange and new to him. He couldn't help but smirk slightly at the otter's sudden anger at being mocked - he appreciated this new side to her, it showed him that there was more there than simple teenaged-girl. "It's true, I'm not much in water,[/b]" he replied, red eyes narrowing slightly. "But I could kick your ass anywhere else with my hands tied behind my back...[/b]"
It was a dumb trick, to be sure, but one that Seth figured would prove his point quite nicely, and he picked up his joint and brought it up to his mouth to take a long drag... All using his foot, the rest of his body leaned comfortably back into the tree.
"...using just my feet.[/b]" he finished, letting the smoke out with a satisfied smirk.
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Post by Greenie on Apr 14, 2008 21:48:57 GMT -5
Saethre was immediately appeased that he admitted he wasn't much good in water. Everyone had their faults, and as long as everyone admitted to them, all was well to the otter.
Of course, he had to then go and do something completely awesomesauce, and her attention was diverted back to him. She watched his foot come up to his mouth with wide, observant eyes, then focused her gaze back up on his face. "How did you do that?" She asked matter-of-factly, then plopped down and tried to do it herself.
Sae promptly fell over. Her limbs, while limber, were not particularly flexible, not to mention that her otter limbs weren't exactly made for it in animal form, unlike his bipedal. What she didn't realise was that he had the tree to help him--but that didn't occur to her, of course, and she simply kept trying to do it where she sat, and kept meeting with failure.
After a few minutes she shrugged and gave up, and instead played with the webbing between her toes.
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