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 Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 8:32 am
 Tall was having a very good day. He had caught and killed a small rodent of some kind. It was hard to tell exactly what kind because it hadn't been holding still while it was alive and by the time he got it to the point where it wasn't alive any longer, it also wasn't readily recognizable as any particular kind of rodent. Actually, even telling that it had been a rodent might've been difficult by the time Tall was through with it, but since he'd eaten it, even the bones and the fur, there wasn't any proof one way or the other except for some blood on his paws and muzzle.
He had eaten all the evidence quite deliberately because he had already figured out that the best way to boast was when you couldn't be proven wrong, and he was going to tell everyone that he'd killed something bigger. Like an ibex or something. And still say he'd eaten it all, because why not. Reavers were supposed to have giant appetites, right?
"Ho! Truls!" he called, delighted to have spotted a potential audience. "Guess what I just did!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 8:12 am
 Truls was busy trying to get into some kind of trouble when his brother spotted him. Since he'd been explicitly told not to get into trouble today he figured trouble must mean something exciting. Pretty much all things he wasn't allowed to do were, after all. He hadn't quite decided what kind of trouble he was after, and at the moment he was just poking around without much purpose. That was how Tallskog found him. "You fell and hit your nose?" Truls asked, making a face. He could smell that it wasn't lion blood, but he liked to take any chance to be cheeky to his brother.
((I have to run, so I'll keep it short this time...))
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2013 6:42 am
"You are so dumb sometimes," Tall informed his brother casually. From watching their father he had gotten the idea that it was expected to begin conversations with an insult and use them frequently throughout any interaction.
"Maybe I should hit your nose."
Threats of violence were also appropriate, he had concluded, as long as the violence wasn't too severe. He didn't intend to hit Truls unless his brother really annoyed him, but it was probably a good idea to warn him that it was a possibility. In case he wasn't already aware of that fact.
"I hunted a rodent and killed it and ate it all up," he announced, thrusting his chest forward a bit and puffing up with pride. "And it was really, really good. I think it tasted better than what the thralls get because I'd caught it all by myself."
He paused and waited for the appreciative exclamations of awe he was certain would follow his announcement. After all, it was a remarkable feat, in his opinion. The first of many.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 8:48 am
"Oh yeah?" Truls said, "Well, you're dumb all the time."
Tallskog wasn't the only brother who had picked up the art of insulting others from their father. It tended to escalate, sometimes until they forgot what the conversation had been all about in the first place. Sometimes the exchange ended in actual fighting, sometimes one or all of the siblings involved just grew bored and wandered away.
This time the vicious cycle of insults stopped with Tall's exciting news. Truls had yet to actually catch anything on his own. Bugs probably didn't count, and the half dead things that were used as playthings and food didn't count either. It was sort of cool, but Truls would rather die in bed than admit that his brother had done something worth admiring.
"Really," he said, stalling for time and trying to make sure he didn't look too impressed. He was bound to come up with something clever to say soon... Any time now...
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 12:52 pm
Tall bounded toward his brother and moved to slash him across the nose. He wasn't going to put up with being insulted. Truth be told, Tall didn't have much of a sense of humor if he wasn't the one doing the joking, and he hated to be teased. He tended to have more tolerance than he was displaying at present, but he'd come over wanting to brag and be praised, not insulted, and so that got him all riled up. Hence the attack.
He stopped his paw before it actually got close enough to be a danger when Truls asked if he'd really done as he claimed. It wasn't exactly applause, but incredulity would do. Even if there might have been more than a hint of skepticism in his brother's tone. Tall was willing to ignore that for the time being. He could always thump Truls later. Or try to, anyway. It wasn't like it was a sure thing that he'd win or anything.
"Yeah, really. I wouldn't have said so otherwise." That was true. Tall hated liars and thought that lying was cowardly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2013 1:09 pm
Truls danced sideways in preparation of an attack that didn't come. Not yet at least. He kneaded the gravel with his paws, wondering what made Tall change his mind. And then it hit him. The perfect thing to say!
"Isn't it a thrall's job to catch stuff for eating," he said with a wide grin, very pleased with himself for coming up with such a subtle insult. "What are you a thrall now?" Oh, yeah!
Never mind that reavers caught stuff out on vikings. The most important thing was to find new ways to piss off his brother.
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2013 3:41 pm
Tall's nose wrinkled and his lips drew back at the insult. A thrall's job! He was going to pound Truls into the dirt. And then to add further insult, just, argh! Not articulate enough to come up with something clever to say in response, Tall lunged toward his brother, this time he had no intention of checking himself.
"Flincher! Shrinking, stinking flincher!" he growled as he lunged, referring to earlier when Truls had moved to avoid his claws needlessly. "Just like a flower-loving girl!"
He, too, had forgotten that on vikings reavers had to hunt for themselves most of the time. He would have made that point if he'd been less riled up, but Truls knew all the right buttons to push to make him forget all his sensible thought-things and reduce him to a blue-eyed ball of rage.
"Hraagh!"
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Annchen rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed May 22, 2013 12:56 pm
Truls couldn't have dreamed about a better outcome. He loved a good fight as much as the next Stormborn, but he especially enjoyed when he wasn't the one losing it first. It was fun to be an absolute pest until his opponent was too pissed off to stay out of a fight. It didn't work all the time, but he felt as if he won when he managed to stay calm an level headed while the other was reduced to hissing and spitting.
"To death!" he roared, in a much more high pitched voice than he would have liked. Still, it sounded kind of cool.
He didn't flinch this time, and instead he threw herself at his brother, hoping to topple him over. Time would soon tell if he'd managed to gain enough momentum to meet his brother's attack without being knocked over.
((Odd: Truls falls on his butt when they clash, Even: he manages to stay standing))
EDIT: Muahahha... Feel free to knock him on his arse wink
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Princess_Feylin rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 7:34 am
There was no need to reply to Truls' proclamation that this would be a fight to the death. Of course it would be. Assuming one defined death as the state in which one cub has the other completely pinned, or else they're both too tired to carry on fighting. That was the only way to fight.
He imagined that he was roaring ferocious defiance when he let loose with a mighty noise and he smashed into his brother. Probably that wasn't the actual outcome, but that was what he imagined was going on. He had quite the ego on him, did Tall.
As the mighty warriors clashed Tall shuffled his feet sort of like how he'd seen grown-up reavers do it when they practiced on the sands and tried to overbalance his brother without falling over himself. To his shock and amazement, it actually worked, although it was a lot harder than he'd expected it to be. The grown-ups made it look much easier.
"Hnngh!" he grunted as he strained to shift from this marvelously successful attack to one better suited to grappling on the ground. He wasn't too speedy at that.
((Odds, Tall falls over, too; evens, he just knocks Truls over.))
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2013 3:21 pm
Truls clever move had backfired, and he found himself knocked to the ground. No fair! It was much more fair when he did the knocking over, or when everyone involved in the fight ended up on the ground. He decided to stay on the ground for now, growling and trying to keep pointy bits like teeth and claws aimed at Tall. He wouldn't be able to push him over again if he stayed low!
"That's cheating," he growled, and did his best to try to make Tall lose his footing. He tried to paw and kick at his brother's back legs, hoping he would fall too. That would make things much better, and he might even be able to bite his ears or something.
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Princess_Feylin rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Jun 01, 2013 6:41 am
Tall would have been inclined to agree with his brother about the fairness of the world when knocking over and being knocked over, and he certainly would have agreed about having to fight rolling around on the ground, but that would have meant agreeing with his brother, and that was just not going to happen. No way, no how. Truls had compared him to thrall!
Tall growled when all that he was presented with to attack were his brother's pointy bits. They were on the ground, and as much as he hated to fight there, he knew that there ought to be soft spots for him to target. Except his stupid brother had protected them too fast. That wasn't fair.
"You're a cheater!" he countered, turning Truls' accusation back on him as he danced awkwardly and tried to avoid Truls' tripping paws. He barely kept his footing, and in the process did his best to try to stomp on his brother, although this may have been a bit over-ambitious on Tall's part.
"Cheater cheater cheater!" he growled.
((Odds: Tall trips; Evens: Tall doesn't trip))
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Annchen rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 4:35 am
Truls kept flailing around on the ground, trying to get Tall's feet. He wasn’t accomplishing much more than getting covered in dust. But as a young soon-to-be reaver it was his job to get down and dirty and stuff. His mother would probably be bored if she didn't have any dirty little boys to groom so he was doing everyone a favor, really. Now if he could just get a good bite in and shut his brother up! So far he didn't have any luck at all, and to top it off his brother was calling him a cheater.
"Nuh-huh," he growled, "You are! Cheaty-cheaty-cheetah!"
One of Tall's trampling paws very narrowly missed his head.
"Hey!" he tried to bite the offending paw, hoping that Tall would be slow enough for him to finally get a hold of him.
((Odd: Truls gets stepped on, Even: He manages to avoid Tall's paws))
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Princess_Feylin rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 9:57 am
With all the dust his brother was kicking up and the general difficulty of trying to get a good stomp in, Tall wasn't paying as much attention as he ought to what the rest of his brother was doing. He was so fixated on the idea of pinning Truls' tail to the ground that he completely failed to notice that Truls was fighting with is teeth, too. Thus, when he put one paw down and left in there for too long, he felt the sharp pain of teeth sinking into his flesh.
"Ai!" he yelped as he tried to jerk his paw away, which wasn't a very bright thing to do, but it was his first instinct in the face of crippling pain.
When he realized that pulling away was only making it worse he forced himself to hold still. Meanwhile he whined at his brother: "Gods, cut it out. What're you trying to do, maim me?"
((Evens, Tall gets bitten; Odds, he evades Truls' teeth))
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 11:25 am
Yes! Finally something going his way. Truls growled a bit more and only reluctantly let go when Tall started to act like a big baby about it.
"No, I'm not," he said, since he distinctly remembered being told not to maim his brothers. He would not admit to anything of the sort, "I was giving you a cool scar, but you won't get any if you're going to be all whiny about it."
He had no clue about the level of damage needed to cause a scar, but he knew that being wounded in battle usually did the trick. The older reavers and captains liked to tell stories about grand battle and show off their scars. He was just helping! In fact, he wouldn't mind a little scar of his own, as long as it didn't hurt too bad...
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 1:57 pm
"Ugh. You are such a nitwit," Tall muttered. He really wanted to lick his paw until it stopped hurting, but he refused to give in to the childish impulse in front of his brother.
"Scars you get from your brothers aren't cool ever. They have to have a good story to go with them. What kind of story do you think 'my brother thought I should have some scars so he bit me' would make?"
If he could just keep up the disgust at his brother long enough, maybe he would forget how much his paw hurt. Not likely. Tall wasn't really very good at bearing pain, as much as he liked to pretend otherwise and he really kind of wanted to howl right now.
"I'm gonna go wash this off," he announced. He was reasonably certain that it would require a healer and possibly a priestess to cure his paw, but he didn't want Truls to think he was being a baby about it.
Then, with as much dignity as he could muster, Tall turned and hobbled off in the direction of the stream, which was absolutely forever away.
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