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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 4:16 pm
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It was probably irresponsible to go out viking only a few days before his wedding, but Bren wanted to get away and talk with his brothers. Right up until yesterday he had never been more sure of anything in his life, but he'd woken up with all sorts of doubts. What if he was doing the wrong thing? He didn't even know for certain that Lyti liked him. She seemed fond of him, but did she love him?
So, naturally, he asked his brothers to come viking with him. His real brothers. Not those purple thrallborn. It irked him that Hans got along so well with Svartis, and even a little that his betrothed was good friends with Lissa, but at this point he might be the only one of Hinoko's cubs who still cared about that. Still, Bren hadn't invited them. That was his prerogative.
"So, men, what shall we do?" he asked with way too much enthusiasm as they stepped out of the pride's lands.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 4:31 pm
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Leaving the pride was something of a relief. Okay, it was a huge relief. Ever since he'd found out that Jura had some kind of crush on him (and subsequently realizing that Svartis probably wanted to kill him), everything had felt awkward. He wasn't certain if it was all in his head or if Svartis really did want to kill him, but what Hansulter knew was that the less he saw of both Svartis and Jura, the better.
When Bren asked him to come along on his premarital viking, Hans immediately agreed. Spending time with his blood brothers would relieve some of the tension he felt, and it would all be in good sport, too.
"Your last few unmarried days," Hansulter grinned slyly, "we've got to make sure you enjoy them, of course!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 1:27 pm
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"Happy not to," Bren agreed with Hans. He didn't like them anyway. He would've liked them less had he known about the love triangle-thing Hans and Svartis were in.
Rather than respond to Hans' remark about cleaving unto people, he followed Rolf's example and scooped up some mint. Unlike Rolf, though, Bren preferred his mint dry and crumbled so it could be inhaled. This mint was not that, so he was forced to chew it. It was pretty damn good that way, too, but he'd have green things in his teeth forever.
"I'm going to marry a quiet girl, Rolf," he protested. "Shouldn't I be getting to know some not-quiet girls?"
The thought made him smile broadly. Yep. Green stuff in his teeth already. Not that he could tell. "Lyti's absolutely beautiful, and tiny, and nice, but I bet she's too polite to be loud ever."
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 5:36 pm
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"Quiet girls are boring girls," Hansulter grunted, stuffing a pawful of mint into his mouth. It tingled against his teeth, but turned pleasantly bitter on his tongue. Yeah, that was the good s**t.
"If I ever get married, I don't want to marry a quiet girl. But, I don't know if I want to wed. There's so many fish in the sea after all."
He was pretty smooth with the women, and apparently he was a lot smoother than he realized, considering the fact that there were females in the pride who had a crush on him without him even realizing that they had a crush on ******** seriously complicated s**t.
Hans took off after Rolf, a little wobble in his step as the mint kicked in.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 7:18 pm
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The mint began to kick in and for some reason that made Hans' remark about fish in the sea absolutely hilarious. Or maybe it was the voice he made it in. Either way, Bren was giggling when Rolf pointed out the antelopes, and after that he was helpless on the ground, gasping for air. For a lion as bulky as he was, Bren really was a lightweight.
When he finally got his breath the antelopes were gone and the matter of their gender was rendered moot. He didn't bother trying to stand up again. The grass was pretty comfy, all things considered. Why wasn't there any grass in the stronghold, like, anywhere? It was all toward the base, and you had to walk forever to get to it and that was dumb. Why did they even make their home where there were no plants or animals? Why not move?
Bren had a lot of questions, but one was more important than all the rest: "Guys, no, for serious. Like, I'm getting married. I asked this girl to marry me, and she said she would, but I don't even know if she likes me. Who does that?"
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