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Post by seraaches on Oct 20, 2008 2:52:26 GMT -5
(( No more than 2 other dealers, please. (^_^)b Hoping for something fairly quick and light-hearted. xD; )) He was already to the point where he was more than willing to kill his family. Not literally, of course-- he had no way to get away with famicide or whatever the snot it was called, at least, he didn't yet-- but even in his young age he was more than aware of the fact that he was literally the only sane one. Begin with the fact that they were named after colours. COLOURS. Like some freakin' pet theme. He would have questioned how his parents had come up with something so ludicrous, but the truth was even worse. Mother had named all of her children after colours. It would have been far too much to hope for that their father-- their strong, powerful, titled, very important father-- to come in and step over their mother's decision, but, no. His names were, amazingly, worse. Donovan was already certain that Indi was going to have lifelong self confidence issues because their father insisted on calling him 'Gallump'. As for himself, he refused to answer to anything but his own name. Skies be praised, they weren't named things like 'Poo Brown'-- not that he would have put it past their mother-- but he was not going to answer to either 'Vannie' or 'Christen', no matter what either of their crazy parents thought. "Hurry it up, Monte!" the tri-region snarled over his shoulder, turning pale lavender eyes-- just like his father's-- back towards his youngest brother and immediately disregarding his 'handicap' as an excuse for being so much slower. Montenegro tried to hurry it up, his bound leg twitching against the chains in a motion that still caused a jerk of pain to shoot through it. He didn't bother to complain, not yet, he just needed to keep up as Donovan rushed onward as the horse could only wonder where they were going and why. The otter hybrid had simply ordered him along, and Monte wasn't going to argue. His gait still stilted, the colt tried to hurry his hooves along through the streets of the Capital. |
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Post by Kitty on Oct 20, 2008 9:48:44 GMT -5
[[ You say light-hearted so ... I give you Nova =3 ]]  His sister was a brat, that was for certain ... how dare she use those ugly buck teeth of hers and bite him! And the worst thing of it all was he was the one shooed out of the house for it! He'd been huffy at first but he couldn't stay that way, not for long. Maybe it was the fresh air, or the sights and sounds of hte capitol, or maybe even his ... slightly unintelligent, simple minded nature, but he was now, officially skipping a bit as he walked. Sure his shoulder still ached where those blasted rat teeth had gotten him, but he could care less and, well .... started to hum a bit. Boy did he ever love the Capitol! Colorful movement caught his attention and he paused on two legs, the others still lifted in mid-skip, as orange eyes caught sight of the younger pair. The one sort of looked like the crazy otter that momma left them with sometimes and the other .... well, that one just looked pretty, he rather liked the cool color combination which were the direct opposite of his own autumn themed coat. Well, he just had to go over and meet these two .... even if they didn't end up being the spawn of Saethre. He tucked his fire wings in close to his sides and resumed his skipping, but in a direct path to the two that had caught his eye. His flame colored tail was waving cheerfully from side to side behind him long before he reached them and when he did, well, he had nothing against walking near them as if he'd known them forever. Hi! |
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Post by Trebias on Oct 20, 2008 12:50:51 GMT -5
 Silas skipped happily for a few steps, having learned how to manage the feet somehow with six legs. He didn't skip much, however. His Father said he was of course allowed to be a child, which was a lot of fun when there was someone to share it with. Father had also told him that he wanted him to be a great ruler of the clubs, so Silas figured that his public image would be pretty important too. People talked over him a lot, and he heard much better things about this or that well-behaved child. Now, whenever he could, Silas acted as mature and well-behaved as he could out in public. So far it worked. Today he got to go on an errand for Father. Envelope tucked in a special pouch father himself had made him, he made his way to the Palace of Spades. Father told him not to expect immediate entry, which was why the message to. . .whatever name was written on the envelope. Si hadn't checked. He rounded the corner, detouring for some lunch, coming out on the same street as all the other multi-regioned children. |
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Post by seraaches on Oct 20, 2008 13:05:50 GMT -5
Donovan's ears flattened at the oh-so-cheerful voice-- he so didn't want to deal with that right now-- and turned his head to stare flatly at the boy. Some of his hostility seeped away as he took note of the strange Morganberry/Lowlander who had greeted them. Flame wings? That was actually kind of cool. "Hi," the otter mix replied with only a hint of his former sullenness in the words. "Who are you?"
The Torque hybrid hadn't quite caught up to his older brother when the unexpected happened; a tree came out of nowhere. . . well, not exactly nowhere. A tree came out from around the corner and swung towards his right side. With a sound of dismay, Monte tried to duck out of the way. Sadly, this would not work. At all. His binding jerked as he pushed off with his left leg and tried to catch his balance with his right. All that happened was his whole body flipped to the right and headed straight for the newcomer.
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Post by Kitty on Oct 20, 2008 13:28:19 GMT -5
Even when he received that flat look from the otter mix his tail continued to wag. He didn't quite get that his overwhelming amount of cheer wasn't exactly the thing everyone wanted on any day. If he'd known that ... well, things probably wouldn't be any different ... who didn't need a dose of bright and cheerful in their life anyhow? However, the tri-regioned boy did greet him and a goofy looking grin spread over his muzzle ... he did so love attention of any sort.
Casanova ... y-
He blinked several times in rapid succession as a noise stole his attention from the shorter boy and to the .... oddly pretty one and a ... walking tree? Being around not one, but two plant loving cards this instantly pulled his attention fully away from the otter and his brother and directed it completely toward the ... .card? Yes, card ... now that he really looked.
He tilted his head to the side, eyes full of intrigue as he moved in ... rather close to the new comer. He just really wanted a close inspection of that tree ... even if he did end up being a bubble invader.
That is sooooo neat! |
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Post by Trebias on Oct 20, 2008 23:03:53 GMT -5
"Oh - oh my!" Silas managed as he collided with the clumsy Torque and something. "Maybe you should untie the hair from your - oh. So sorry!" Silas didn't quite know what to make of the mix with hair growing into his leg.
Nor did he know what to make of the now quite in his face Lowlander and something. He bristled slightly, because he knew that his father didn't approve of Lowlanders. He wasn't sure yet, but was quite sure something bad had happened to his father and it had to do with the other region.
"Hello. Um, hi. HelLO." His bubble was quite invaded indeed. "I'm. . .I'm glad you like it?" Reactions to his tree weren't quite that enthusiastic, and he wasn't quite sure how to respond. "I'm Silas. How do you do?" He didn't know if the Card was rude or just bubbly. He still had a long way to go when it came to getting used to other Cards.
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Post by seraaches on Oct 20, 2008 23:46:31 GMT -5
"Sky's clouds!" the otter mix gasped as he noticed the other boy shortly after the collision. Not that he was willing to step in or even give a real concern to his brother's plight; the horse wasn't hurt, he was simply on his side. "You've got six legs and a tree coming out of your back!" He was evidently the only one to notice and it immediately dropped the flaming winged boy in Donovan's opinion. Was there no non-idiot in the rest of this whole, freakin' world?!
Monte lay rather stiff-legged on the ground, peering up through his purple forelock with white-rimmed, wide eyes. It wasn't scary, whatever it was, despite the fact that it had six legs and a tree growing from it's back. His back. Not it. The colt wondered how he should go about trying to regain his feet; he was a bit afraid to try rolling since it required him to kick with his bound leg.
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Post by Kitty on Oct 21, 2008 0:33:12 GMT -5
He wasn't trying to be rude, he never did, it just happened ... more so when momma and Brokat were nowhere around to keep him as in check as they possibly could ... but he knew he tested their patience. Papa, on the other hand, understood him so much better and he ... frustrated the wolf far less then the rest of his family. But he kept waving his tail in a friendly manner and eventually corrected himself by moving back a bit. It took him awhile but he remembered most people had space issues and didn't quite enjoy having an overly friendly canine in that little bubble. Besides ... someone was missing.
His pointed ears perked forward as he turned his head, looking for the 'absent' equine child, where had he gone? He caught sight of a bit of darkness in the corner of his eye and tilted his head, looking down, oh! So he wasn't missing at all? He took a step forward and dipped his head down to where his little black nose nearly touched the ground below and tilted his head to try and pt it in the same position as the colt's ... hadn't he been walking three legged earlier? He wasn't ... entirely sure, but he felt compelled to at least offer a bit of help, even if he wasn't certain on all the details of how .... not with fire sprouting from his back after all. It's just something both of his parents would do .... and he couldn't argue with that sort of 'logic'.
Do you need .... help?
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Post by Trebias on Nov 5, 2008 22:59:09 GMT -5
Silas breathed a small sigh of relief when the Lowlander mix backed up, and very quietly said, "Thank you." He stooped to offer to help the poor equine up, answering the third child while he did so.
"I do indeed," Silas said, wondering if it was just an exclamation or if it really took the other that long to notice. Since he thought the first thing people usually did was notice his legs and tree, he didn't think it was any daftness on the spotted mixed Card's part. "I always have," he added. "Father assured me that I'm not an Avington, though," he injected, since a few of the servants had thought him some sort of mutation from that region.
"Are you alright?" he asked the black and blue equine. "I'm Silas," he said to equine, in case it had been lost or overlooked due to the fact that he'd rudely knocked the card over. "May I help you?" It seemed only the polite thing to do, since he HAD run into the Torque. He was pretty sure that's what was wrong with him, his hair was somehow a binding. Or the chains. Probably the chains. The hair distracted him the chains a little. Yeah, it was probably the chains.
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Post by seraaches on Nov 5, 2008 23:32:11 GMT -5
Donovan rolled his eyes; why was everyone so concerned about Monte? It was his own fault for falling over. Really, the boy just needed to work on his balance. The otter mix gave a much put-upon sigh and moved over to help as well when Silas reached to help the chain-bound horse. "Come on, Monte," he hissed into his brother's ear. "Stop being such a klutz."
"Yes, help would be--" Monte had begun in a soft voice, only to have it interrupted by Silas' kind help and the less nice help of Donovan. His blue-tipped ears cocked back uneasily at his brother's warning, but he gave a sharp nod of his head to show that he heard and understood. Not that he'd meant to fall over, but the moving tree had been such a shock. "Thank you," he muttered to Silas, glancing back towards the Lowland mix to include the short-attentioned mix in his thanks.
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