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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 11:06 pm
 
Pure: Purepurle felt guilty. Or rather, that's what he assumed the anxious gnawing feeling in his chest was. He had gotten his younger cousin hurt, and he'd been left with barely a scratch. Thta was probably becuase he'd hidden behind Cleite like a terrified filly, but still, it was his fault. Some buff Stallion had taken offense to Pure talking with his mare, even if Pure hadn't technically been flirting. The girl had been pretty, and had looked kinda sad, so Pure wanted to know what was wrong. Clearly, the Stallion had taken things waaaay out of context when he saw Pure try to comfort his girl. The guy was a musclehead. Pure stared at his injured cousin with a sulky expression. He'd hurt the other male in his own stupidity...now he'd have to put up with him whining about it for ages.
Cle: Cleite was all kinds of not amused. He did not even know how to start expressing his current opinions, and was loath to risk small foals being nearby to hear them. For starters, this was all Pure's fault in it's entirety. For seconds, he had known this was coming and had tried to warn the airheaded little moron off. And for thirds, it was not fair at all that somehow, somehow, he had been the only one to walk away limping, in a manner of speaking from the entire encounter. It had nothing to do with being his fault! Argh that PURE! "This is your fault you know," he pointed out sourly, hissing in pain as he tried to stretch his wing. Oh yes. Definitely ow. Definitely not flying for a while. "I knew this would happen. I warned you. Honestly. If you could at least try to use that thing betwixt your ears for more than just awful pick-up lines..."
Pure: Pure's ears plastered to his head, eyes narrowing as his cousin launched into a rant about how it was all Pure's fault. Hey! He knew that already! He wasn't that dumb, okay? He huffed. "Don't be such a baby,"' Pure snapped. "It's just a wing! It's not like it's vital, like a leg or a lung or anything!" It wasn't like he'd put his cousin in any real danger. After the stallion had seen Cle injured and Pure hiding behind his injured cousin like a foal, he'd left. It wasn't like they had been going to die or anything. Not really. Well, Pure might have died if Cle hadn't been there, but see, Cle had just saved his life. "You got your wound being all heroic and stuff," he pointed out. "Girls love that."
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 12:24 am
Cle: "Heroic?" Cleite snorted. "Heroic? Saving YOU his hardly 'heroic', my dear cousin. More like 'villianous' or perhaps just 'foolhardy'." Just a wing indeed. Of all the... the... how dare Pure decide that just because he had no wings that they were not 'vital'. "I guess if he'd kicked your head in as he threatened it wouldn't have been a 'vital' injury either. Clearly you never use it for anything." Stupid git.
Pure:
Pure scowled. "Hey!" he protested. "There's no need to be insulting." He sulked, shifting on his hooves anxiously. He hadn't done anything else bad, so no one would be charging after him to attack again, so it was just Pure and Cle and some real serious grumpiness. "Just for that, I'm not going to get you fruit like I had planned on!" He huffed, scowling. He didn't know how to take care of injured people. He wondered if they were all as annoying as Cle.
Cle: Oh yeah, like his cousin had really planned on bringing him get well presents. Other then headaches Pure very rarely gave him anything at all. Just...headaches. Lots and lots of them. And now, apparently, a busted wing. How that had been what wound up hurt worst he didn't know...it wasn't exactly the most easy-access target... "Look, I really don't think it's too much to ask if YOU could ask the mare if she's single or not. Honestly, I figure you'd flirt with them anyway, but I would feel less poorly about leaving you to your richly deserved fate."
Pure: "I wasn't flirting with her this time!'" he grumped with a scowl. This did admit that those last times, yeah, he had been flirting with the girls, but it wasn't his fault this time! "She was looking sad and I wanted to make her feel better. I wasn't flirting. Her male was just overthinking things! If I had been a girl, then he wouldn't have been bothered." He stomped the ground, looking put-out and frustrated. He doubted his cousin would believe him, but it didn't matter. This time he wasn't in the wrong!
Cle: Cleite ground his teeth, his hoof stamping the ground briefly in frustration. Ordinarily he'd have likely ditched his cousin by now, it was much easier to keep an eye on him from out of earshot when Pure was like this but...well. Flying was out of the question, and he wasn't quick enough to run to his cousin's rescue should more trouble turn up. And he didn't doubt it would. "You always say it's not your fault, Pure," Cle snapped instead, frustration and pain turning him more irritable more quickly, "But it always always always is. And somehow or another, I always get to pay the price. If mother and aunty hadn't asked me to look after you I'd probably be enjoying my own happily ever after right now instead of standing here, bleeding, listening to you complain about how you don't want to be blamed for your own stupidity!"
Pure: “You don't have to listen to mama and Auntie!” Pure snapped. “It's not like their controlling you! And I don't always need your help!” he huffed. “It's not my fault if you haven't settled down. You could do that whenever you wanted!” He shifted and glanced around, noticing that his cousin was actually seeming in pain. There should be somewhere around where Cle could lay down and rest for a bit. Ah1 He spotted one not far away and began to walk off, knowing Cle would follow, leading his cousin to the spot.
Cle: "Oh like you would be able to explain to your mother that her only foal was carrion chow," Cleite snarled back. Which was, he didn't doubt, exactly what would happen to Pure if he weren't here. "If I weren't there you'd probably be crowfood by now, and you know it!" Heck, they'd almost been crowfood anyway, Cleite's battles were waged with words, not muscles. He didn't have enough muscle for it. Huffing irritably, unaware that Pure was actually trying to look after him and not simply storming off, the winged stallion followed doggedly on his cousin's hoofsteps. He would have a hard time re-finding the fool if he lost sight of him now that he was grounded.
Pure: “Oh, don't be so dramatic,” Pure grumbled, heading over to the collection of bushes that formed a semi-circle. It would provide good protection from the elements, and some privacy, even if it wasn't much. “I wouldn't end up bird food and you know it! I'm faster than any of the over-jealous muscleheads that come after me. I have to be, trying to avoid you.” He flopped down in the prime spot within the bushes, waiting a beat or two before pulling a face and launching back to his feet. “Ugh, that spot is terrible. You lay there, I'm getting leaves to make soemthing comfortable.” The spot was plenty comfortable, but Pure would never live it down if Cle caught him fussing over him in return. Instead, he'd have to trick him. Pure began to tug at some leaves, preparing to make a comfy spot near the bushes, so Cle would not catch on to his deception.
Cle: Cleite was honestly close to losing something. Whether it was his temper or his composure he simply didn't know. Pure was...was just... argh. "You count on luck and overestimate yourself far too frequently," the stallion grumbled, but he was just getting sick of this arguement. Why did Pure not understand that when he got mad it was because his cousin was begging to get his skull split or something? Eventually he was going to get hurt and Cleite wouldn't always be able to stop it. It would be so simple for Pure to just change a little bit, and then he'd be at least less likely to die or something. Was it honestly too much to ask? Truly? "You're so picky..." he sighed, gingerly lowering himself to rest in the spot his cousin distained, though he kept his eyes firmly on said cousin. So help him, if this were Pure trying to ditch him somewhere... "I wish you'd be so picky about females you try charming."
[to be continued]
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 8:16 pm
Pure: Pure settled on his little nest spot that was assorted with 'comfy' leaves, which were actually jabbing him in unsavoury places but he made a show of wiggling, making himself more comfortable on his “better” spot. “I have an amazing amount of luck, It's always carried me through,” he responded firmly, realising he hadn't responded to his cousin's grumbling. “And hey, I'm not that picky about stuff! And anyway, what's there to be picky about with girls? They're pretty, nice and available, that's all that I care about.” Well, mostly there were available, but Pure maintained that 99% of the time he was unaware that they had been claimed by other males. It wasn't his fault that the stallions were stupid and overreacted to some harmless flirting...
- Cle: Cleite huffed, though he was glad when Pure actually came to settle nearby. Good so he wasn't taking off like a stray gust of wind now that Cleite had no real chance of catching him. "Pure," he sighed, a low growl of annoyance faintly evident in his tone. "Clearly. Clearly. They are not all 'avaiable'." How had he not learned this lesson? HOW? The fight seemed to be fading from him now, though the annoyance was not. What was the point anyway? Pure was never going to listen to him. "Someday I'll be too slow finding you," the wind mumbled, shifting to let his head droop across his bent forelegs. Awkward as it looked, it felt rather more comfortable this way. "Why do you keep doing this? Do you even realize how much trouble you get into? Do you care how upset your mother would be if you were killed because I didn't find you fast enough after you'd ditched me?" And he would care too. Not that he felt like admitting it out loud right about now. But what would he do if he couldn't even keep one womanizing fool alive for the sake of family?
- Pure: “It's not my fault that I didn't know they were not available,” Pure protested, again, even though he'd had this conversation countless times with his cousin and they usually just ended up arguing themselves into circles, which is exactly what they had done then, it seemed.
“I'll be fine, Cle,” Pure insisted, shaking his head. Yes, he knew he'd had a few close calls and that his cousin had been the one to 'save' him, but he was a big boy. He could save himself, if he needed to, plus his luck was pretty awesome, so he'd be able to figure it out, he was sure. He'd get away safely. “Nothing will happen to me. I've got more luck in one of my hooves then most people have in their entire body.” He gave a wink and glanced around, looking more calm then he probably should have, considering the situation. “If you didn't come along, then I'm sure something else would have.”
- Cle: ...no. No he was never going to listen. Never going to learn. Maybe not until it was too late. He was so...tired of this argument. It was times like these when he was tempted to just leave. Let Pure fend for himself. Maybe it would encourage him to do a little growing up. But...then again. Maybe it would get him a little dead too. "It wouldn't kill you to ask," he pointed out, but then, hadn't he just said that? Ugh. "And someday that luck is going to run out. Then what will you do?"
- Pure: Pure was starting to look amused, realising that his cousin was getting tired of the fight by the fact he hadn't launched into one of his borderline psychotic rants about Pure's attitude. “It would ruin the mood though,” he pointed out in return. “Hey baby, you're cute. By the way, do you have any meat-head stallions who'll come after me if I tell you you're amazing?” He snorted, pawing a the ground near his nest with his hoof, disturbing the dirt. “I'd never get any girl's respect like that.”
He eyed his cousin. “I guess I'll take that day when it comes. No use worrying about it now,” he said brightly, with a shrug.
- Cle: ...exasperating. His cousin. Was. Exasperating. Forgetting for a moment the reason that he was so particularly cross at him, Cleite's wings flared as though he intended to cuff his relative as he often did. Unfortunately, with the action came pain, sharp and pounding and much worse than it had felt when he wasn't moving the wing. "Argh!" he yelped, before thwacking his cousin anyway. His good wing folded back tightly and neatly against his flank, but his hurt one simply flopped on the ground, carefully cleaned white feathers dragging through the dirt. "You know what? Fine!" the stallion snarled through gritted teeth. "Just...whatever. I am going to go to sleep because I am sick of being awake right now. And if you decide to just go off and disappear on me, then so be it. I don't care." And with that particularly mature note, he shifted slightly and shut his eyes rather pointedly. Would he actually be able to sleep just like that? Probably not. But he was sick of being hurt, sick of this conversation, sick of his cousin right now. At least this way one of his headaches might cease. Maybe. - Pure: Pure's eyes went wide when his cousin flared his wings – not because he was afraid of getting hit, because, quite frankly, he'd gotten hit so many times from his cousin that it really wasn't that big a deal anymore – but because it hurt the other male. Actually hurt him. Sure, Pure knew Cle was in pain since he'd gotten injured but Pure seemed to only increase the hurt, and he didn't even try to move away when he was thwacked over the head with the wing.
He barely heard Cle's snarling rant, focusing on the injured wing lying in the dirt. Pure hesitated, but said nothing as his cousin went to 'sleep', although no one could fall asleep that quick. That weird anxious feeling was back, and Pure shifted, leaves rustling. He felt...bad that he was causing such pain to, literally, the only family member willing to put up with him for any length of time.
An idea struck and he tried to wiggle onto his hooves. He was trying to be quiet, so his cousin wouldn't hear him, but the bed of leaves acted against him. Realising he couldn't be quite, he launched himself up quickly and hurried away before Cle could protest -if he was going to protest. He wasn't going out chasing females though, he would be back shortly.
- Cle: He was...really leaving? Cleite didn't move, didn't even twitch, beyond a small turn in his ears to focus on the sound. Yes. Yes he was. Cleite remained perfectly still as his cousin moved away. Moved away quickly too. It wasn't until after the crash of racing away had ceased that he lifted his head. As though to confirm it was really happening, he stared at the mess of leaves for a moment before very carefully and gingerly nudging his wing back into a more secure posture. Okay then. He could handle being by himself. In fact. He would be great at it, hurt wing and all. Slowly rising to his feet, he nosed his wing again to see that it was still securely in place before, with oddly more hurt than he'd expected to feel, he turned and trotted away from the place they'd rested, pointedly choosing a different direction than his cousin. Pure was so willing to forget about him? Well. Then he was going to give him the time alone he wanted so badly. He was not his brother's, or cousin's in this case, keeper. He didn't want to be, it wasn't fair. What about his life? What about what he wanted? Well. Now he had his chance he supposed. So why did he feel so guilty about not going after him? -
Pure:
Pure was not a good scavenger. To be honest, he usually just grazed on grass or other easy feeds, he'd never really gone hunting for fruits but it might make his cousin forgive him – at least. Bribe him with something sweet. He sniffed at various plants, expressions ranging from curiosity to disgust at particularly foul smelling plants crossing his face. He soon came across a small bush with little berry-things on them. He peered at them for a moment, before biting one. When he didn't immediately drop dead, he decided that they must be edible and began to nudge them from the plant. They rolled across the ground but he herded them into a large leaf for safe keeping.
On his way back to the spot, he spied a fruit in one of the trees. He placed the berries on the ground, before rearing back and biting at it. He grasped it with his teeth, but topled himself over, hitting the ground with a thud. He whinnied in annoyance and slight pain, before wriggling back to his feet. He eyed the rest of the fruits. He wasn't game to grab another.
Deciding it wasn't worth further injury, he ate the fruit himself and grabbed the berries again. Cle wouldn't know about the fruit, and would therefore not be unhappy that Pure had not saved it for him. It was a brilliant plan. Pure grinned and fastened his pace back to their rest spot.
When he returned and saw his cousin absent, he froze. The first thought that crossed his mind was not that his cousin had left, but that someone had attacked him – because really, Cle never left. Pure left, not Cle. He galloped around the area, looking for the hurt body of his cousin but it was no where in sight. He glanced around him, realisation dawning.
His cousin had left. He'd actually...left.
Pure stiffened his shoulders. Well, fine! That was just fine. Pure didn't need his cousin to look after him. He'd show that know-it-all feather-brain! Pure could take care of himself. Storming back to the berries he'd picked, in a fit of childish rage, he stomped them, leaving messy stains on the grass, before stomping off in a random direction – unconsciously picking the same one Cle had, but branching off towards the scent of mares long before he would have stumbled upon his cousin.
- f i n -
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