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 Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 5:56 pm
 Txuratan yawned and stretched. He'd spent most of the last seven days grinding seeds into powder as punishment for knocking over a pot of pigment, and his shoulders still ached from the activity. He couldn't believe he'd thought a crafter's life was easy and sedentary. He had been sorely mistaken. Emphasis on the sore.
With a mind to deal with his sore muscles, Txur set off toward the river, thinking to use the cool water to ease the burning. He was so glad he'd learned to swim at an early age. He didn't want to think about how miserable he would feel if he didn't have this option available to him. As he walked he wondered if he'd meet anyone he knew along the way or at the river. He wouldn't be going to the swifter-moving water, so there were likely to be people.
"I should talk to father sometime about what I'm to do with myself in the future," he murmured to himself. "After this, though. I'll be more receptive to his advice if I'm not aching and cranky."
There weren't a lot of people around, surprisingly. Fine, and good. He didn't mind solitude either. As he drew up to the bank, Txur rolled his shoulders in anticipation before stepping into the cool water with a prolonged sigh of pleasure.
"Yesss..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 2:14 pm
 Falk wouldn't say he was in a mood, as he didn't think he was all that moody, though it seemed that others were constantly pointed out that he didn't know how to keep his mouth shut about his opinion. And frankly, he didn't see the point of keeping his mouth closed to his opinion. Even if his opinion and the group's general consensus didn't exactly add up.
Still, people had to listen to him on occasion. When you were both a white lion and a seer with the Na'vi, your opinion did matter... or he was certain it would matter when he was older. Or something like that. He really needed to pay more attention to traditions when he would probably grow up to be a holy lion of... some... sort.
Yeah, he neeeded to pay more attention to their lessons.
Falk blinked a little when he spotted his brother Txur, who he thought was in trouble for... something. He couldn't remember what. Someone had given him a speech about taking proper care of... something. Since his brother hadn't or... or something. Yeah, he really needed to stop trying to learn to sleep with his eyes open while people were talking to him.
"Hey! Txur!" He called, stretching out and prancing over to his brother, "What are you doing? I thought you were in trouble." Or maybe his brother had been promoted early. He honestly had no idea.
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Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 6:41 am
Txur looked up at the cry of his pale-colored brother, and in spite of his discomfort, which was fading, he grinned. It was a pleasure to see his family, and given that he'd spent all of his free time for the last week making up for his clumsiness, he had felt very absent from them. Seeing Falk was truly a delightful thing for him.
"Hey, Falk," he said, his own manner far more subdued With humor he replied, "What does it look like I'm doing, dummy? I'm enjoying the water. It feels good."
He shook his head, dispelling drops of water in an attempt to get just a little of the spray on his brother's white coat. He didn't know what it was, but whenever he saw Falk's pristine fur he just had an almost overwhelming urge to get him dirty or wet. It was an instinct he hoped he would grow out of, because it seemed like he was destroying beauty for the sake of destruction. When he was older it might occur to him that it was something he did because he envied his brother's easy, ready-made role in the pride.
"As for being in trouble, I was. I mean, I'm still being punished, but I don't think I'm actually in trouble anymore. As soon as I grind enough seeds to make a new batch of the pigment I wasted, I'm free." He didn't object so much to the punishment, as it was one he felt he'd earned.
"What about you? What have you been up to while I've been slaving?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 1:07 pm
Falk blinked a little when his brother got him wet, glancing down at his white coat which was now... well, muddier. He supposed he should get mad about it, but it seemed so pointless. When you were white, you were dirty all the time, even when people constantly made you wash it all off...
"I'm gunna get in trouble now for being all dirty." He sighed, pouting -though only a little. He could have sworn soemone said something about how it was unmanly to pout. Well, screw them. He'd pout if he wanted to. "I hate taking baths... and that's all anyone ever says. Take a bath, take a bath, take a bath..." He rolled his eyes, but then smirked a little.
Without warning, he jumped in the river beside his brother, hoping to splash him back, at least a little, for the insult. He liked Txar, even though he'd always though the whole 'you have to love your family' idea was weird. What if you didn't like them? But that didn't matter. He and his brother got along fine for the most part, or at least Falk liked to believe that.
"People get angry about the stupidest things. Who cares about the small stuff? At least you didn't get anyone killed." He grinned a little more, but he had always been told that even his biggest smile looked like a smug smirk.
Probably because he was smug by nature.
"And me... I've been wandering. I met a weird lioness earlier, not a Na'vi. She was rude, but I liked her." He mentioned, knowing that was the only important thing that had happened to him lately. Aside from that, it had mostly been lessons and visions that he spent most of his time... ignoring.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 10:22 am
"Sorry," Txur said, mostly meaning it. "But I don't see what your problem is with bathing. It feels nice to be clean. Besides, if you don't bathe often, you smell."
He made a face to emphasize just how bad his brother could smell without regularly administered baths. Personally, Txur loved water and bathing and all that. He considered it part of being Na'vi and embraced it as enthusiastically as he did everything else about the pride.
"But, really, if you think you're really likely to get in trouble you can tell them I did it. I'm already in trouble, so they'll probably just add some more time to the punishment I'm already working on." Txur didn't have much of a problem with adding to his sentence. He would never have admitted it, but he liked to be kept busy, even if it was because he was being punished.
"Or not," Txur said dryly, shaking his head after his brother jumped in. Now he was wet all over. Not that he'd been trying to avoid that fate or anything. But he didn't really feel like taking credit for getting Falk that wet. "I think maybe this one's on you after all."
He grinned back at his brother. "You're right, but so are they. And either way, I'll be more careful next time, I guess. Though I'm not sure there's much I can to do prevent myself from being accidentally clumsy."
He quickly lost interest in the subject, though, when Falk mentioned meeting someone who wasn't Na'vi. His head swiveled toward Falk and his pale eyes opened wide. "Really? What was she like? Other than rude. Was she interesting? Had she been all over? What was she doing here?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 6:18 pm
Falk laughed a little, "Smelling is good for you. Makes you seem more manly." Or someone had told him that. Or maybe he had just dreamed about someone telling him that. It was so hard to keep track of these things, he didn't know how people kept focus on little details sometimes... he could care less about them. He was going to make the worst Shaman ever. Of all time.
Still, he hated having baths. They seemed like such a waste of time, even if it did mean his coat was dirty and he smelled... well, okay, maybe sometimes baths weren't so bad. But only every once in a while, not all the time!
"Eh, I doubt I'll get in trouble unless I start running my mouth..." Falk mentioned. If he was going to get in trouble for something, it was always going to be because he talked to someone a little too bluntly and wound up completely offending them. Which happened... every other day or so. "I don't break things, just... what was it they said... say things that make people want to kill me?" Or something.
Falk blinked a little under his brother's sudden interest in the subject, "She was... dark. Like, black-colored, with rainbow stuff... like my mane, only it was her mane. And besides being rude... she was honest. Funny. A little strange. She kept trying to make me go away so she could have a nap..." But he had actually rather liked her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 7:30 am
Txur laughed at his brother. "Oh, yes. Because my goal is to seem more manly."
At this stage in his life, it felt unlikely he would ever be considered manly. He was that inconvenient size between being a cub and being an adolescent and he was constantly being told he was either too old or too young for things. Even for someone with his developing sense of duty, it was frustrating to be caught betwixt and between.
"But then, maybe if I were more manly, people would take me more seriously. Think so?" He gave a skeptical grin, proof that he didn't believe it. There weren't a lot of other cubs their age around, and even fewer adolescents, and so it seemed everyone had nothing better to do than focus all of their attention on him and his siblings.
"No one wants to kill you," Txur said, rolling his eyes at his brother's dramatics. "But...maybe dunk you in the river. I could see that being a not-unreasonable reaction to some of the things you say."
He listened to what his brother had to say about the stranger, but despite himself he found he was losing interest. She wasn't part of the pride and so he was unlikely to meet her, which meant that she was really only something special to have happened to Falk. Lots of special things seemed to happen to Falk, he mused without rancor. Maybe that was why he was sometimes so outrageous.
"Well, aside from the way she looks she sounds like Atan," he said, thinking of their sister, who had never seemed to outgrow her laziness.
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