[Finished] Mommy Doesn't Love You [Vyn]

[Kari Muffin]

Conall had woken up like he normally did. In a puddle of his own drool, in an awkward place that he had actually managed to doze off in. He never seemed to be able to get good sleep because of the stupid things that stuck out of his back. If it wasn't one thing that made him miserable it was another.

He was freak and it was impossible to ignore that he wasn't like anyone. He supposed he wasn't as strange as Kamina, but he was on the top of the list of freaks that ran around in the Court of Hearts.

And today he felt particularly awful when he woke up drooling on a bench in the gardens. Thankfully it seemed no one had noticed. Maybe the smell had been able to scare them off? That was potentially one of the good things about being who he was. People didn't bother him.

It also made him feel like he was completely alone a good deal of the time. This time he hoped that was the case.

He peered around the corner, looking down the hallway and hoping no one was around. He wanted to at least get to his room without incident. There he could try to take a real nap without being embarrassed over drooling all over his poor abused pillow.

[Vyn]

Caith, for the greater majority of the time, was actually a terribly friendly and sweet kitten. He enjoyed making friends and, even more than that, he enjoyed making family and yet, despite all odds, his real family managed to cause him the most grief. His Evil Sister was... well, Evil... and the Good Sister was still Missing and no matter how many siblings he 'Adopted' it never seemed to fill the void that missing Sister left.

Daddy always gave him strange looks and generally avoided him, and Mommy... Mommy just didn't like him. It was terribly frustrating. She paid attention to Evil Sister and to all of her stinky bog children but she always seemed to do her best to ignore him. It left a foul taste and the fact that he'd found no 'siblings' to adopt today made it a trillion times worse.

And then he saw Conall.

Conall was another one of Mr. Apocalypse's kids. He wasn't even his brother and yet Mommy paid so much attention to him. Caith was already in a particularly spiteful mood and seeing him didn't make it any better. At least he had somewhere to direct his frustration.

"Hey Conall." His tone was laced with venom.

[Kari Muffin]

Conall could feel his hopes plummet and hit the floor. Really? He had to run into Caith of all people? He wasn't the brightest Card in the palace, but he was one of the most persistent. Whenever they crossed paths childish remarks were made, and Conall usually felt like dirt.

And right now even with a nap the wolf mix wasn't feeling particularly cheerful and he didn't want to deal with the taunting that was coming. And of course it was coming. The boy hated him for a variety of reasons he couldn't really help.

"Go away," Conall said quietly as he glared at the boy. "Don't you have somewhere to be where you can preen your pretty little self?"

There was no denying that he was far more pleasing on the eyes than Conall. And it was always rubbed in the Bog's face that he was ugly.

[Vyn]

Caith did not always enjoy being mean but sometimes... sometimes it was wonderful. Every once in a while he wanted to be the one to crush dreams and stomp feelings and just not care. Plenty of people around the Court made it their personal agenda to make him miserable, so it was his due right to make this illegitimate child that his mother loved more than him to suffer in return.

"Why should I? I'm not doing anything." The insult rolled off of Caith like water. He didn't preen, preening was for girls. Not to mention that he was quite naturally handsome and didn't need to preen to maintain his good looks. "Besides, I don't need to preen." He sneered and fluffed himself up so that his long plume of a tail arched neatly in the air as he shot a glare back at the other boy. "Unlike yourself, Bog Breath."

Somewhere, deep down, Caith knew he should probably feel bad for what he was doing but he had buried his guilt a long time ago.

"I see you've been drooling on yourself again." He said this with a hint of small pleasure. "Ever get tired of sleeping in puddles?"

[Kari Muffin]

"Oh yes, you're so naturally pretty you're often mistaken for a girl. I know. I get it. I'm ugly as sin," He really didn't want to deal with this right now. He wanted to try to go back to sleep. He wanted to find Castiel. He just wanted to do something other than this.

Most of all he didn't want to get in trouble. He had had plenty of accidents when he was younger involving the blades that were sticking out of his back. When he was angry or flustered he could easily "slip up." Not to mention he was tempted to "slip up" on purpose.

"At least I'm not as dumb as a bag of rocks you Fluffy butted dolt!" He said with a huff, some of the fur on the back of his neck stood up awkwardly. Why couldn't he be normal like everyone else? "You have no idea how hard it is for me to actually get proper rest!" He half hissed as he glared at the boy. The bird on his shoulder puffed up and looked fairly irritated.

[Vyn]

No one around the Court ever mistook him for a girl and the implication that his good looks could double as a flaw was simply laughable. So Caith didn't bother to hold back his cruel snickering. "You're right about one thing: you're ugly as sin." The feline grinned arrogantly, looking down his nose at the scraggly biped.

His next retort, however, hit the nail far closer to the metaphorical head. Caith's eyes widened briefly before narrowing and his tail puffed up like a bottle brush as the tip began to flick back and forth in a tell of his frustration. He was sick and tired of everyone rubbing that in! He tried to be smarter, he actually studied and tried to do his work! It wasn't fair that Nerissa was just born a genius and he was... he was....

This was supposed to make him feel better, not come back and bite him on the arse.

"Just shut up!" His shout was punctuated by the activation of his Pain Ability and the bristling of his tail had spread to the rest of his body. "You don't have any right to insult me, you snake-mouthed bastard!"


Strong Magical Ability: When activated, he can inflict mental pain on another card of any suit, once per day. The degree of pain is similar to having ones fingernails pulled out.

[Kari Muffin]

Conall smirked triumphantly when the cat mix puffed up. Ha, so he had managed to hit a soft spot. He opened his mouth to make another remark, but the pain ability hit him. He let out a horrified yelp as he looked down at his fingers. His nails were very much there, but they felt like they were being pulled out.

He managed to choke back the tears as she shoved his hands under his arm pits. He didn't deserve to be treat like this. He may have been ugly, but he was at least smart and skilled enough to be worth something.

"Your Mommy doesn't love you!" he blurted out. It was a pathetic insult, but he knew it would at least be a smack to the face for Caith. And he deserved that considering he used his pain ability. The bog boy whimpered as he continued to squeeze his hands under his arms hoping the pain would fade soon.

[Vyn]

And that nail sealed his coffin.

For a moment the kitten rocked back, as if the words had been a physical blow, and his mouth fell open. Tears burned the back of his eyes. There were very few things that Caith was sensitive about. He didn't worry about his looks, or his personality, or his talents, but his intelligence was always a little tender and... family.

He glared through grit teeth, breathing in quick shallow breaths as he tried to contain his tears. He would've give this freak the benefit of that. When he felt like he could talk again, he raised his head and glared at Conall with as much hatred as he could muster.

"At least I have a Mommy! You're just... just a motherless freak that my mom took sympathy on!!"

It took all of his control not to leap at Conall and give him a real injury to go crying back to his mother with.

[Kari Muffin]

He was crying. It was hard not to considering the amount of pain. The tears trickled down as he half snickered at the boy's reaction. Oh, so he wasn't stupid enough to not feel emotional anguish. Good to know.

The quip about his mother made the mix breed's eye shrink slightly. He could have taken it more offensively, but it was hard to say that his own mother loved him when he hadn't seen him in years. But there was proof that his mother existed. And that that dream wasn't one.

"You're just jealous that she loves me more than you," Conall said through the tears, his hands shaking as he tried to focus on something else. The bird on his shoulder flapped frantically as a hiss escaped Conall. "Maybe it's because you're dumber than her Ace. I bet she could get better test scores than you."

[Vyn]

Caith's whole body was tense and his fur was so bristled up that in another situation it may have been comical. Instead the boy was close to tears and shaking with anger. The trickle of tears through Conall's greasy fur was becoming less satisfying with each passing moment. The feline's claws momentarily unsheathed, his muscles tensing in preparation to strike. Caith wanted to see the stinking, snarl-toothed, stealer of his mother's affection bleed. He wanted him bawl like the brat he was.

He just kept talking. Why wouldn't he just shut up? "I SAID SHUT UP, BOGBREATH!" He couldn't take it, he wanted to cover his ears and make Conall's voice go away. He didn't want to hear anything else about how his family didn't love him. He didn't want to hear any of it all.

Caith didn't wait to let Conall get in another word against him, he rushed forward to punctuate his angry shouting with a forceful headbutt to the gut.