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Post by seraaches on Mar 23, 2008 2:31:04 GMT -5
Se didn't know wot had caused him to trumpet that cry, but it was probably just instinctual. He would -not- go down without a fight! Even when his older brother was acting crazier than usual; Eir was acting like an utter psychopath. Somehow, amazingly, miraculously... it worked! Eir missed and instead of taking Se out with a single blow, the pair tumbled to the ground as their legs tangled together.
Se refused to stay down, but Eir was quicker to regain his feet. Yellow nostrils flared as the winged hybrid fought to get himself untangled enough to rise as well. Eir was staring at him with blank, lavender eyes and Se flattened his ears as his own terror threatened to strangle him yet again.
This was -not- how he was going to die! He refused to be taken down like some lowlife, non-sentient creature for his brother's pleasure!
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Post by seraaches on Mar 23, 2008 2:40:29 GMT -5
It was easier for Eir to kick himself free of his *#&$ed prey; he'd had more practice. It was evident to anyone with eyes. And now, oh, ho! Now this prey was going to pay for making him fall. With a loud, nearly crazy shrill of triumph, Eir reared up onto his hind legs, then let his fore weight drop towards the ground and his prey with the completely inevitability of this encounter behind it. His hooves flashed in the early afternoon's light, a deadly force bringing pain and agony.
Golden-tinged foot slammed into the ground with a ringing sound, the shock of the blow trembling up his legs. Lavender eyes widened in disbelief as his prey had the absolute gall to ROLL OUT OF THE WAY. Rage overtook him, clearing away all else; even his beloved Hunt adrenaline and pleasure. With an angry cry, Eir whirled on dancing forefeet and slammed out his hind hooves.
Dodge -that-!
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Post by seraaches on Mar 23, 2008 2:44:41 GMT -5
His instincts had saved him again; Se regained his feet uneasily, knowing he had to get away. He was bleeding, heavily in a few places, and he turned at the sound of Eir's anger. His ears flattened and he began to rear up on his own hind legs, trying to get some space to flee again. He didn't have time, there was no time!
Gold-tinged yellow hooves slammed heavily into his now-exposed chest. He felt the flesh give beneath the force of the attack and Se gasped as shock and pain fought for dominance through his body and mind.
His body was falling. Flying and falling. He barely felt it as his whole frame slammed back into the ground. There was a strange buzzing noise beginning from far off, but he sensed it growing closer. Was this the end? Was he dying from one ill-time blow to the chest?
Gads, how freakin' lame.
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Post by seraaches on Mar 23, 2008 2:54:59 GMT -5
Something had crunched from the impact, but even as Eir turned back around again, the rage was slipping away. It was dangerous to be in a murderous rage; it clouded the mind and kept the hunter from making the best decisions. He walked idly over to his fallen brother, watching as Se gasped for air. Well, &#^$$&@. If he let Se die, Ira would know and probably hold it over his head for the rest of their lives. Not that he especially cared other than it would make future hunting -really- freakin' hard.
#*$&.
Voices were coming and feet and Eir had very little time to decide wot he would do. He gave a dark grin and trotted a short ways off. As the sounds of people grew nearer, he cantered back to Se's fallen form and began to scream.
"HELP! The *$@#!(^ attacked my brother! We need help here!"
The fools.
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Post by seraaches on Mar 23, 2008 3:01:40 GMT -5
There was a massive, confused crowd that swarmed in. Well, it seemed like that as Se was having trouble concentrating. His chest didn't hurt too much anymore, but his head did. Maybe Eir had kicked him in the head? But Eir was right by his side, murmuring things in gentle tones that -sounded- like he was concerned. That... that couldn't be right. This was -Eir-. Eir didn't give a rat's #&& about him... or anyone for that matter.
It was all too confusing for words, and then people were lifting him up and Eir was hovering worriedly by his side, and making all sorts of concerned noises. Maybe it hadn't been Eir... His head hurt too much to make it all come clear. He let it melt away for now, as strangers carried him off and tucked him into a bed somewhere. It would matter later; for now he just wanted to sleep.
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Post by seraaches on Mar 23, 2008 3:06:35 GMT -5
Originally, it was just a matter of cover. But as the group of people gathered up Se and hauled him off-- with his loving, concerned brother firmly in tow-- and then they got him to where a doctor could look at the little wuss, Eir noticed something very strange indeed.
Se's chest was perfectly fine. That.... that just should not be. Eir quietly asked the doctor about it, but the large owl simply shrugged and said there was nothing wrong with the boy's chest; perhaps he had mis-seen.
Eir's ears flattened tightly against his skull, but he made no protest. No, no, he hadn't mis-seen; he hadn't missed either. He'd given Se the full strength of a back kick and Se was perfectly fine! That was terribly unfair. Terribly and horribly so and Eir wanted to know exactly wot had happened.
He waited until most of the fuss died down and the adults left him to mournfully watch over his sibling. Eir leaned in close and hissed, "Wot happened to your chest?"
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Post by seraaches on Mar 23, 2008 3:12:18 GMT -5
Eir's whisper pulled Se from his drowsing, and the winged hybrid winced slightly as his head pounded in outrage to being woken up. "Wot?" he asked before the older boy's question really began to sink it.
He closed his eyes and tried to think; it hurt though. His ears were still ringing and he was hurting from the cuts and bruises that now covered his body. It was not a conducive set of circumstances for his concentration. However, after a few moments he began to pull together some memories. "You.... Did you kick me?" he asked a bit incredulously.
He seemed to remember that; Eir had chased him around, right? And then kicked him really hard in the chest? That... almost sounded right. It definitely sounded like something Eir would do, at least. Se wished his head would stop hurting long enough for him to remember. It was not cooperating with him.
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Post by seraaches on Mar 23, 2008 3:15:42 GMT -5
Eir rolled his eyes as Se tried to remember. The baby was a retarded fathead. He deserved anything he got. Still, Eir replied with false concern, "Of course, -I- didn't kick you. We were playing, remember? I don't know who that big yearling was, but he called you illegitimate. Remember?"
Se was staring at him with a slight furrow in his brow. Eir continued on with fake patience. "And you talked back and he got really mad. He kicked you and ran off. I tried to catch him, but, alas, he was much too quick for me." Good thing this pretend assailant didn't actually exist; faster than Eir? The Jack would have to hunt him down and eat him on principle. "When I came back I realized just how hurt you were and called for help. Don't you remember, Sese?"
Eir's face was the picture of innocence.
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Post by seraaches on Mar 23, 2008 3:19:30 GMT -5
There was something -really- wrong with that story, but Se couldn't quite put his paw on it. They were... playing? They never played. Eir hated him. Eir hated everyone. And he hated Eir. Why in the world would they be playing?
"I don't like you," he said instead, trying to get the whole concept to come out even though his tongue didn't seem to want to cooperate with him either. Nothing was working! "You don't.... You don't like nobody. Anybody." That seemed correct. His head really bad. So bad it was making it even harder to concentrate and that just made him have to think harder. In turn, even that was making his head hurt more. Wot had happened to him?
"Who kicked me? In the head?" His memories were confused; he could already tell. He really thought it had been Eir.... but, then he'd seen Xylia die last night. But she wasn't dead. Was it another nightmare?
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Post by seraaches on Mar 23, 2008 3:22:29 GMT -5
Eir gave an annoyed sigh and snapped at his retarded brother. "Fine, we were -training-, okay? Is that better?" Gads, wot an absolute moron. His family was so stupid. "So we were practicing our hunting together, okay? Can you remember that Se?"
The winged hybrid was far more dazed than he should have been for a simple blow to the head. Of course, Eir mused, Se and most of their other siblings had always been addled in the brain cavity. He was pretty much the only smart one. Ira had his moments and Hadyn used to be, but, other than that, they were all stupid.
"Focus, Se, I need you to focus for a minute, okay?" he was, again, using his mother's methods; this was something he'd seen her do with drunks on more than one occasion. "Tell me wot happened to your chest. You got kicked there and it's fine now."
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