Dervire was most displeased! His father and brother had gone off to the temple without him! His ears had remained pinned back from the moment he stormed out of the house. Bathsheba had been amused when she told him they'd left him behind. Stupid sister. How could they leave him behind! He wanted to pray and be dedicated too! Risk was just trying to show him up because he knew that of the two of them he was the better follower! Growling with his tail fluffed he moved at a quick stalk on his way to the temple.
Drake and Risk had bravely endured Martyr's wrath. But they were still mauled badly, beaten, torn and bloody. They were nearly senseless when Martyr had curled her tail around them, and tossed them from her cavern with her god's strength. The two flew through the air, and as Dervire approached the temple, the two finally landed, right in front of him, tumbling as they hit the ground like rag dolls. The impact was enough to have fully knocked the both of them unconscious, and they lay there, bleeding everywhere.
The raining appearance of his family members was enough to snap Dervire out of his internal ranting. He leapt back, his tail fluffed and eyes wide at the sight of his father and brother. "What...the hell.... Did you two do!?" He exclaimed with disbelief. Dervire ran his fingers through his hair while looking between the two. For a moment he pondered just leaving them there. He could step over them and go on to make his own dedications to his Goddess. he started to lift his foot, then with a sigh he set it down. "YOu two...I swear." He huffed as he reached down to grab his brother and father by the backs of their shirts. Leaning forwards, he started the long haul back to their home. "This is all your fault Risk. I bet you said or did something stupid, and she was just going to smack you around but dad got involved. This is what happens when you protect weakness." He scolded them while taking them back home.
They of course, didn't answer, out cold as they were; though if they were conscious, they may have protested being drug back home, no matter how feebly.
It was a long drag back home, and by the time Dervire made it back he was exhausted. he got them to the door, then dropped the pair there. Wandering inside, he called out. "MOOOOM! Martyr kicked dad and Risks pansy ASSSS!" He shouted while heading to the kitchen for a drink.
Rishi was out the front door like a shot. His fur fluffed and his expression tense. "Dervire! Don't just leave them here! Help me!" He called out to his defiant son before attempting to lift Risk up from the ground first.
Risk was limp, but the rough dragging home had sort of pulled him back to his senses, and he groaned in pain, eyes clenched shut as he was stuck in a senseless state but still in extreme pain. Drake had meanwhile started to stir, making sounds of pain as well as he started to come to.
Rishi was not that surprised when Dervire just ignored him. he tried to be careful in lifting Risk up into his arms. "Drake..Drake..just lay still. I'll be right back." He said to his mate as he stumbled into the house with his little boy. A determined look was on his face as he laid Risk down on the couch. "Just lay still. Mom will be right back." He whispered to his little boy before rushing out to repeat the carrying process with his mate.
Risk groaned as he was carried and laid on the couch, and writhed a bit fitfully, until he vaguely heard Rishi tell him to be still; he subconsciously listened and made himself stop moving. Drake was completely still, though his eyes opened a crack as Rishi came back, they had a bright, constant, unflickering glow as he looked at him hazily
Rishi knelt and worked on lifting Drake up. Though he'd noticed the glow several times before, he did not fret over it now. "What happened?" He asked softly as he worked on bringing Drake into the living room to lay him on the other end of the couch.
That glow usually faded away at some point, but it wasn't doing so now. Drakes eyes stayed glowy every time he fluttered them open, not staying open for very long each time, though. "Martyr...of course..." he coughs, though he somehow managed to lace in some amusement in his voice at his predicament.
Risk was staying stock still at his end of the couch, hurting too much to move, never mind open his eyes or speak. He was pretty sure he had some broken bones in addition to the gouges all over him. Oh, Richot was gonna be pissed....
Rishi managed to get Drake on the couch and he looked worriedly between the two males. "Dervire give me a hand he---" Rishi looked up to find Dervire leaning in the doorway, watching his family with a impassive gaze and eating from a green bowl useing his fingers.
"Dervire! That's the dessert for everyone later!" Rishi scolded the boy. Dervire shrugged his shoulders and continued to scoop out the chocolate pudding with his fingers. "Put it away and help me here." Rishi stated with a scowl.
Dervire rolled his eyes. "I'm sure they deserved their a** kicking. It'll make them stronger. Hell, I wish she'd kicked my a**! Those boots are hot." He said with a twisted little grin.
Rishi stared at his son, then looked at his mate. "Our son is mental."
Drake grunted a little, but managed to somehow turn and stare at Dervire with those glowing eyes. "Don't.....mind us... just gonna bleed...on your favorite..spot to watch tv..."
Risk growled a little though he wasn't watching Dervire he knew he was obiovusly being an a** like normal. He wanted to wring his neck, though he knew that was impossible. Maybe ...he could convince Richot to rough him up later.....
Rishi gave a small sound of frustration at his son's continual resentful sort of attitude. He gently wiped some blood from Drake's face, then moved to start checking on Risk. "It's okay." He murmured when he heard his son growl. "I'll take care of it." Whatever It happened to be. Rishi stood up and dashed off to the bathroom to get some things to wash and patch the two of them up with.
Dervire's tail swished from side to side as he smiled at his father. "Like a little blood will ruin it? Hell, the smell might be comforting." He commented with a grin. "So what did my idiot brother say that got you two beat the hell up? Or was she just having fun? I swear, if she was just having fun and you two made me miss it I'm going to shread all your cloths." He warned.
Risk finally grunted out a "********..." aimed at his brother. He was tired of his s**t. Really tired. He wished he could get up and go over to at least attempt to smack him or something. SIGH.
Drake stared at Dervire some more. "He didn't...say anything. I did." He almost looked just as smug at Dervire as he did at the two of them. Drake wondered how much Dervire would enjoy Martyr's service, now that she was likely going to be keeping a stern eye on him.
Dervires answer to Risk's curse was to wander over and just try to sit on his brother. Smug as can be and eating the pudding. His tail flicked back and forth while peering at his father. "So what the hell did you say then? Sticking up for numb nuts here?" *He said with a tilt of his head down at Risk.
Risk was in no position to protest or push away his brother, and as he's sat on he screams out in pain. He had been pretty sure he'd had a few busted ribs, as he'd had a hard time breathing, but now he was sure of it. "Geroff me you a**, you're gona bust more ribs!" he screeches at his brother.
Drake growled out dangerously as Dervire sat on his brother. "DERVIRE! GET OFF HIM THIS INSTANT!" He yelled, eyes glowing even more than they had before. "You wanna know what I said?" He huffs, as yelling took a lot out of him. "That we wanted to leave her service." And he waited for the atom bomb to go off.
Of course, Risk's clear pain meant little to nothing to Dervire. his brother was weak after all. he casually glanced at Drake though, and began to ease his weight off his brother. He did still respect his father after all. At least he did until he thought he heard something absolutely crazy. maybe he had misheard.
"YOu WHAT!?" He snapped as he stood up and glanced at his father with a expression that waited for his father to admit to the bad joke. Yet when he got a look at his face..." YOu...." He lifted his hands and made a gesture at the pair on the couch. "YOu can't be serious! How could you do that! You can't leave her service!" He railed at his father, then turned to glower at Risk. "This is your fault isn't it! Your so weak your bringing the whole family down!" With a frustrated growl, Dervire lashed out with a fist at his brothers clearly wounded ribs, then he turned to strike at Drake.
To be honest, Rishi had dropped everything when he heard Risk scream in pain. he had practically tripped over his own feet running down the stairs to find Dervire ranting and lashing out at Risk and Drake on the couch. "What are you doing!? Stop that!" He yelled as he hurried over to grab Dervire by his wings and pulled the hissing boy away from the wounded pair.
Risk winced as soon as Drake had admitted what they'd done. He knew he'd find out eventually but was surprised his father had admited it so soon. Risk whimpered as Dervire aimed his wrath at him, and as he punched his ribs, Risk was again wailing in pain; he was just hoping at this point none of his ribs punctured his lung or something else.
Drake was no better off as Rishi swung at him too; though he was better at holding in the pain he was feeling and nearly grit his teeth with a growl. "I will beat you down, boy, when we get off this couch...." It was likely an empty threat, seeing as he knew Martyr had sapped much of his strength and health, permanently, but there was no reason for he or Risk to tell HIM that.
Dervire snarled at Rishi when his motther pulled on his wings. Turning around he open hand slashed at Rishi's face. Rishi's head jerked to the side, but he still pulled to get his son away from his wounded family.
Dervire growled as he jerked his elbow up and smashed it into Rishi's face. The other werecat released his wings, and Dervire turned back to start beating at his father and brother in his rage. "When you get off the couch!? Do it now! Come on onld man! Show me what your made of! Your so strong you don't need the Martyr to lead you?" He spat and hissed in a fury. "Your weak! Your pathetic! This whole family is a disgrace! How I got stuck with such useless family members is beyond me! I swear! I'll kill you if you've ruined my chances to impress her! I hate you!"
Risk couldn't watch as Dervire attacked their mother and so he had no idea he'd turned back to them until he felt more blows rain down his head and ribs and he started yelling again. His senses were leaving him again and he thought the pain was gonna make him pass out any moment. His brother was crazy, he knew this, but he never thought he'd go so far as to beat his father as well as himself...
Drake growled as Dervire dared strike his mother and turn back to him. He tried to get up, he really did, but he had no strength to do so; whether it was from the injuries or Martyr's curses or both, his whole body felt like jelly. He was finding some small comfort in the fact Dervire couldn't truly kill them like Martyr could have...but he could come close. His eyes remained a bright glowing red through it all, when he heard the front door bang open and a familiar voice ring out.
"What the ******** is going on in here!?" Gorria yells into the house -- her sister and her had gone for a walk and come by the house to hear yelling and general mayhem. She stalks into the living room and spotting Dervire beating their family up (only moments later noticing the state in which Drake and Risk were, and the fact they couldn't fight back), growls and rushes in to try and tackle him to the ground, not even waiting on her sister.
bathsheba had been enjoying the walk. She'd been considering suggesting they get money from their parents to get ice cream. The sounds from the house were concerning though. She followed hot on her sisters heels and hissed at the sight of her elder brother beating on the other males in the room.
As Gorria rushed to tackle Dervire, she moved to Rishi, intent on helping her mother who seemed to be holding a broken and bleeding nose. She looked up at Drake, and her ears pinned back. "Mom..dad..Risk..what happened!?" She exclaimed with clear confusion and anger.
Dervire went down under Gorria, and he twisted around to throw a punch at his little sister, reguardless of her age or the fact she was younger. "Our father and brother are idiots! They left Martyrs service! She should have torn their betraying throats out!" He snarled.
Gorria caught part of the punch along the side of her face, as she tried to return the favor to her a** of an older brother, aiming square between his eyes. "GOOD, I'm glad they left her! Was nothin' but misery around here with that kinda tension, and it shows they've got more guts and common sense than you, gettin' out of that mess."
Risk and Drake were both too busy recovering from the new pummeling to answer, though Dervire did that for them.
Dervire took the punch, but he didn't let it stop him from kicking violently at his sister to get her off him. "How dare you!" He snarled, his eyes glowing very faintly as he snarled. Bathsheba was in the process of helping Rishi into one of the chairs, she turned to hiss at Dervire when he seemed to be attacking her sister. "Don't you hurt her!"
She growled while lunging to join her sister in pummeling Dervire. The elder werecat squirmed and snapped. "Your all weak! Get away from me you stupid bitches!"
Gorria took the kick in stride, only a light grunt coming from her. "How dare you attack your own family!" She grinned as her sister joined her. "How about you show us how weak we are, brother" she asks, fangs flashing as she tries to land another shot to his face.
After the first shot to his face, Dervire was on guard aganst any further strikes. He didn't complain over having a pair attacking him. Instead he threw himself into the fight, his fists lashing out at each girl as he growled. "You don't get it. Your so stupid! They threw away a awesome opportunity! Martyr could have made them stronger, better! But they let some weak embaressment drag them down!" He didn't bother dallying for a real fight though. His only interest was in pushing his sisters back enough that he could back away. "You all deserve each other, but I'm not going to let you drag me down too! You can all go kiss the uncursed gods asses! I'm not wasteing any of my time on any of you!"
Bathsheba snarled in anger as she was struck, and she rubbed her shoulder where the punch had landed. While she could have gone after Dervire, her attention was more focused on her other brother and father. Flicking her fluffed tail back and forth, she hovered over Drake, then moved to gently pet Risk's face and check her brothers reaction. "Your the weak one. Family is important, we're stronger together." She stated firmly while lingering close to her sister.
Gorria felt a few blows land as well, and she almost wanted to chase Dervire as well, but settled for snarling at him as he ranted at them about how they could have been stronger. "You impotent fool, family is stronger than any snobby goddess! Clearly you don't deserve to be a part of this one, so why don't you take your psychotic self out of here and go kiss Martyr's a**, hmm?"
Dervire curled his lip in a sneer, then turned and stalked out of the house. "Good Riddance to the lot of you! I don't need or want any of your trouble!" He hissed.
Bathsheba sighed in relief when her brother stormed out of the house, but then she started to whine and growl in her throat. "Father and Risk look bad... Mom?" She asked while looking at Rishi. Rishi had finally managed to get to his feet and managed to stop the bleeding of his nose. "It'll be okay." He said softly. With his free hand he gestured towards the stairs. "Gorria, I dropped a basket of fikrst aid stuff in the bathroom. Get it please?"
Gorria hissed at him as he left the house, thinking it was a good riddance that he was leaving. She waited until he was out before sagging a bit in relief and turning to her other brother and father, scowling. "I knew Dervire was an a**, but still wanting to follow that b***h of a goddess after she did this to them..." she helplessly waved a hand at them, unable to finish her thought. As Rishi asked her to retrieve what he dropped, she nodded numbly and headed that way.
Risk was moaning quietly, on the edge of passing out again, Drake was grunting but trying his damndest to be strong for his daughters to not worry over them muchly. His eyes opened a fraction, glowing strongly even through the slits, and he mumbled "We'll... be fine..." though he passes out right afterwards.
Rishi had to direct his daughters, as he needed to tend his own broken nose. Bathsheba settled down to very gently tend to Risk. Who seemed to be hurt the most in her opinion. She batted a eye at Drake and purred softly. "Of course you will be. Gorria and I are going to take such good care of you, you'll wonder if your dreaming."
Gorria returned with the first aid kit and settled in front of Drake, though she looked at her mother and his poor broken nose with concern, too, as she opened up the kit. You okay, mom?" she asks.
Risk whimpered as his sister tended to him, oh it hurt so bad...
Rishi was still gingerly holding his nose, blood on his face, but he actually smiled under his hand. "I'm fine Gorria. I've had worse." Boy how he had worse! With a gesture of his other hand, he murmured quietly. "Your going to have to get their shirts off. Use the little scissors to cut them off, don't bother trying to pull them off. It'll just hurt them worse and honestly, theres nothing to save in those shirts." He directed.
Bathsheba hears Risk's whimper and she made a soft purring sound. "There there. It's okay Risk. Your lil sisters are going to make all the bad feelings go away."
Gorria nodded, and turned back to her dad, she got the little scissors out and cut off what was left of the shredded clothing; upon seeing drake's wounds though, she hissed, it was really bad. Deep gouges, which were still seeping into the couch; he'd definitely lost a lot of blood, and she knew Risk was going to be the same way as she moved to cut off his shirt as well.
Risk meanwhile mewled softly at his sister's purring, eyes closed, tail twitching behind him.
