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 Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 4:14 pm
An uncharacteristic snarl came from Nitya; it choked off quickly, and was followed by some coughing. She had to settle for a glare while she caught her breath. Sometimes it sucked, having a ravaged throat. She never minded the lack of volume her voice could project, but it was annoying that she couldn't do more than low growls.
"There are trees...everywhere....in here...,you moron," she said, still catching her breath after her coughing bout and trying not to encite another. "And I was blinded...by that damn lightning..in case you don't remember." Nitya paused and sucked in a couple lungfuls of the damp, stormy air, feeling much better. Physically.
She turned her deep purple eyes back towards Drang, still glaring. "I would have been fine. I know how to dodge falling tree branches, I grew up in a forest." She probably would have gotten clipped or bruised, since her sight would have been spotty with the bright light, but Nitya was quite sure she could have dodged it. And it rankled her, feeling like she owed the male for something.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 4:38 pm
Drang whipped around and glared at the irritating female. He had gotten her out of harms way and she was calling him a moron? "Fine? You just said you were blinded. And excuse me for being presumptuous, but you weren't moving your cheeky little tail fast enough to get away from it, you dense female." Trees? Of course there were trees. Did she miss the fact he told her to go to a cave? The cave was supposed to give shelter from the tree branches.
Drang snarled and went back to doctoring his wound. "I was blinded too. I didn't see the branch, I heard it. You have to learn to use all your senses, Little Warrior. You shouldn't be distracting yourself making silly jokes about the name of a lightning bolt." He snorted in amusement and shook his head. He eyed the tree, but it didn't seem like it wanted to catch fire just yet. Still, there was the possibility.
"Do you know of a cave where you can stay safe for the rest of the storm?" Drang asked, trying for a polite tone but only managing slightly patronizing.
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 9:06 pm
"The hell does it matter, I'm not going anyway." Nitya coughed one last time and rolled her muscles, putting her legs back under herself and making sure nothing was broke; she'd probably get a bruise, that male hitting her felt like being hit by a rock. It occured to her that she still didn't know his name.
"I operate on speed, not power; my timing is different from yours, that's all." Nitya was pretty sure she'd rather die than willingly admit to the male that she hadn't heard the branch falling. Oh, she'd have gotten out of the way but it probably would have clipped her shoulder or something and busted something important.
She flicked her tail off to the side. "There's some mountains not far from my tribe. Plenty of caves. We shelter the sick and young there. If you wanna run off and wait out a simple storm in a bunch of cold rocks, be my guest." Nitya planted her front paws and glared at challenge at the male, as though daring him to contest her declaration.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:49 pm
Drang listened to the other fox bluster at him and turned to look at her in bemusement. "Actually, I hate caves. So no, I don't want to go in one if I can help it." He said, ignoring most of what else she said. If the ungrateful fox didn't want to admit that he had helped her, he hardly cared. He sat down and watched her for a few minutes before rolling his eyes.
"Alright, Little Warrior. Stay out in the storm. Get sick, or smashed." He smirked at her challenging stance. "I will enjoy watching you indignantly demand the name of the next lightning bolt. Perhaps it will start a fire. Have we thought of that while being stubborn, vixen? Wont it be wonderful to be surrounded by vegetation when a fire starts. At least we will be warm."
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:58 pm
This, this was where Nitya drew the line. She was not just going to stand there and let some strange male boss her around on what was essentially her home turf! No, he wasn't even bossing her; he was patronizing her. If there was one thing, one fatal flaw in her personality, it was that Nitya couldn't stand being patronized. It tended to make her do stupid and reckless things, the time she ran off and got her neck wound being one of the more notable moments.
"Screw...you," was her brilliant comeback, though Nitya's mind was so clouded with rage that it was quite articulate by her current standards. The corners of her eyes pricked with tears born of anger, and that just pissed her off even more; Nitya hated that she cried whenever she was really mad.
She didn't stop to see what the effects of her words produced, but turned and marched off. That....that male could just go off on his own bloody way, and if he got his butt singed by some lightning then there'd be no sympathetic tears from her. It was already fricken raining anyway, so if he wanted to be paranoid about fires he could do that too, for all she cared.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:18 pm
Drang twitched his tail in irritation. Stupid female. Here he was trying to keep her safe and the obstinate thing storms off. Growling to himself he got up and stalked after her. Somewhere between teasing her and saving her impossibly stubborn hide she had become his responsibility and he'd be damned if she was going to go off and get hurt cause she was mad at him. And for no bloody reason as far as he could see.
"Get back here, you ridiculous thing." He sped up and stopped in front of her, barring her way. He finally caught sight of her tears and it brought him up short. "Y-you're leaking." He said weakly. He'd only seen a crying female once in his lifetime. His sister had cried after their family had been killed by a mountain lion. He had no idea what to do. "Did...did someone die?" he asked awkwardly. He fidgeted a little, wanting the leaking to stop. Immediately. In fact, he was sure he'd do almost anything.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:38 pm
"No, someone did not die, you freakin' loon," Nitya retorted, angrily swiping a paw across her eyes in an attempt to get rid of the embarassing tears and being met with a limited amount of success. If either of her fathers had seen her in that state or, worse, her Uncle Sin, they'd have probably disemboweled the male on the spot. The males in Nitya's family could be annoyingly overprotective. It didn't help that with all the use of her voice and all the attempt at volume she'd tried to put behind it made it go from sounding gravelly to sounded like she had swalled shards of glass.
"Someone didn't die, I'm just pissed," she hissed at him, fighting back a whole new set of tears that came with the new wave of frustration at this male blocking her again. If it wasn't for the intense energy flowing between the two, the sight of the tiny, slender female glaring for all she was worth at the tall, muscular male would have been hilarious.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:59 pm
"You're crying...cause you're pissed." And she called him a loon? He was never, ever, under any circumstances going to understand females. Letting loose a groan, he flattened himself on his belly and put his forehead between his paws. He simultaneously wanted to laugh and give the dratted gray vixen a thrashing.
Getting himself under control, Drang regained his feet and glared at the female. "What in the Deity's name are you pissed at? The part where I saved you from the branch without your permission or the part where I want you somewhere safe?" He nearly shouted at her. "Even Sturm who, besides you Little Warrior, is the most stubborn person of my acquaintance listens to me when I need her somewhere safe!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:07 pm
"I don't need you to protect me. Why the hell does everyone seem to think I'm some incapable little kit that will die without constant surveillance," she shouted. Well, meant to shout. About three words in her voice broke and she was only mouthing the next couple words, before her voice came back and everything else was a breathy whisper. Nitya has to pause and shallow to attempt to rest her throat, both furious and horribly tired at the same time.
As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them. It was just one of those things you say, and when you later think over it you realize it had very little to do with what was actually going on, that you let some other issue leak over into the current one.
The connection was made in her head, and the light of her epiphany shone in her eyes. It did make sense, why she was entirely resentful of the male butting his nose into his business and why she was reacting so strongly about it. Not that it cooled her anger by more than a fraction, but it helped that it all kinda made sense now.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:19 pm
"Because that's what males do when they care about someone you...you....." Drang started off yelling before trailing off. He had just realized what he had said. The lightning covered fox growled low and mean to cover what he had let slip. He didn't care for this silly sharp tongued vixen, what ridiculousness was he saying. He was merely responsible for a short time since he'd decided to tick her off.
Drang whipped his tail back and forth and back-peddled conversationally. "I don't think you need constant surveillance, Little Warrior. I think you need to relax and let others help you without you sticking out your quills like an irritated porcupine. Help isn't bad, it keeps you alive longer." There that sounded much better than that silly nonsense about caring for the prickly creature.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:30 pm
Luckily for Drang, Nitya was still too far lost in her anger to make proper sense of what he'd said. At the moment he was simply lumped in with a whole gaggle of males she'd known her entire life, all hell-bent on trying to take control of her life under the guise of "protection".
She thrust her chin forward in a stubborn gesture. "It was exactly that kind of "help" that cause this," she said, meaning the scarred flesh that was now completely on display. In a sense it was kind of true; Nitya doubted she would have felt half so reckless if she hadn't been chaffing under the rules and restrictions set down by her fathers. The blame traveled in a wide circle though, and couldn't be placed solely on the shoulders of any one party that had been involved.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:45 pm
Drang dutifully examined the scar again and raised a skeptical brow. "Someone helped you do that? Did they push you out of the way of a falling branch and into a wild boar?" Drang asked dryly. "Or is it you got mad at them for trying to help you and you ran off, like you did to me, and got yourself into trouble?"
The black modi shook his head. "Little Warrior, if you had continued on while...crying," he said the word with distaste, "and you...say...fell into a small ravine because you couldn't see well and hurt yourself, would you blame that on me for trying to make sure you didn't get turned into a crisp by lightning or smushed into pulp by another tree branch?" Drang was trying his best not to sound patronizing, he really was. He wasn't sure how well that was working though, so he pitched his voice in what he thought was a reasonable tone.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:54 pm
Nitya almost growled again, if her voice would have let her, but this time the gesture was born from exasperation. "I'm saying people should think more about what they think of as "help"," she retorted, staring Drang dead in the eye. "What, you're telling me you would enjoy it if someone marched into an area you considered your home and started talking to you like you were some kit, fresh out of the BCR and with no way to understand the dangers of the world?
And don't you dare lie to me and say you'd be cool with it. You'd be pissed, just like I am. And when you're mad you do things without thinking, just to prove a point or to help disapate the emotion. Sure anyone can say it's mostly your fault for doing something stupid, but if it wasn't for the people who put you in that state you wouldn't have done the stupid thing in the first place."
Thoroughout her speech her voice rose and fell, and cracked several times. Thunder rolled overhead and rain poured down, more things her voice had to fight with to be heard.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 11:14 pm
Suddenly, Drang felt haunted and grief and sadness stabbed through him. He had never been treated like that; his parents had been killed and he and his sister had been on their own for most of their lives. His ears drooped for a second and he had to fight himself not to snarl and snap at the female that had brought up the memories.
"Yes, now I'd be angry about it." He said in a low growl, trying to keep himself from shouting at the female. It wasn't her damn fault that she didn't know what she had made him remember. "But I wouldn't..." he stopped himself from saying he wouldn't mind if his parents came back to life and barged in on his life. "I wouldn't mind my family doing it." He finished lamely.
"And if I do something stupid in any state, I don't blame anyone but myself. If someone makes me happy and I'm stupid enough to bounce into a tree should I blame that on them too?" He said, wanting the subject changed.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 11:34 pm
All the anger ebbed out of her and Nitya's body visibly sagged. "You just don't understand," she whisper, and this time her eyes misted over in sadness. She was determined not to let these tears flow though, and held on to them.
It was easy, so very easy to assign blame. All her parents fault, all her family's fault. But until now Nitya had entirely shouldered the blame for it all. She didn't want her parents or uncle or cousin or even her siblings to feel guilty, and they had all been blaming themselves in the beginning. She didn't want them ripping at each other's throats all because of one more, one single damn moment, that she'd acted in overconfidence to ruin everything!
It was more than just her dads being depressed, or pissed at her cousin. Her entire family always seemed to balance on the knife's edge from going into a bloodbath brawl, and that injury could have been the starting point for it. How was a kit supposed to handle the knowledge that she'd nearly caused a blood feud between those she loved?
Sometimes Nitya wasn't sure if it was the injury, or the possible repercussions it could have brought that had filled her with this resentful anger. Maybe it was a bit of both. She'd been holding on to the blame for so long, clutching it to herself, and she was so tired of it.
Unbeknownst to her, Nitya lost the battle with her tears. They flowed in silent streams down her cheeks, but by now the rain was coming through the forest to pat against her coat, so maybe it could go unnoticed. "You don't even have a clue," she whispered, eyes firmly trained to the ground and willing herself not to break into little pieces.
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