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 Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 10:09 pm
One dark eyebrow rose questioningly in her elder brother's direction. He was still with that wretched pink filly? Did he not see how foolish that made him look? And if Plague looked foolish, that would reflect poorly on the rest of the family, and Pandemic was certain that she was far from foolish.
It was one thing to have playtoys. She'd had many herself. But it was a different thing entirely to become so obsessed with things that should be mere fanciful whims of the moment. When Plague had kept that runt of an eyesore from the death she'd have been better off experiencing, Pandemic had said nothing. A mere young adult at the time herself, she figured Plague was simply in need of a little fun. After weeks turned into months and he still had the little twerp around, the younger mutant had grown far more jealous and angry than she knew she should have been.
Plague was her brother, and without either parent around for guidance, she had been relying on him to teach her. But, when Little Miss Cavity had arrived upon the scene, all thoughts of raising Pandemic into a stronger, more powerful mutant had obviously fled his mind.
She should have killed the little brat when she had the chance. Gut her with her horn, like she used to do to Plague's many rats. Well, actually, she still could gut her, after all....
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 10:16 pm
Hollowed eyes glared back at a matching pair as Plague looked upon his younger sibling.
Having thought she'd remain behind in their previous homeland, the thought had never crossed his mind that he might run into her ever again. Yet, then again, she'd always been a bit.. off.
He took a step forward, his eyes roaming. She'd obviously taken care of herself since their last parting, as she remained slim in size, petite in frame compared to her older brother's much larger form. A bit undernourished, but Pandemic had always preferred to play with her food, as opposed to actually eating it. Her wings appeared to be in good order, and judging by her scarless body, she'd been successful in avoiding, or at least losing, any physical confrontations. So... if she wasn't here in search for aid in one matter or another, then why was she here?
Judging by the sly little grin playing across her face as her thoughts appeared to be elsewhere, Plague knew she was up to some kind of mischief.
"What are you doing here, Pandemic?" he demanded, his voice nearly snarling. He'd been enjoying his moment of toying with the candy kalona, thus the surprise visit from a family member had NOT been a welcomed addition to his agenda for the day. "Did you get yourself lost, again?" he asked, his snarl turning into a sneer, "Or perhaps somebody bullied you, so you're running away with your tail between your legs?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 10:25 pm
She frowned, growing annoyed with her elder sibling as her mind drifted back to the present. Plague had always been an a**, so that was to be expected, but he'd never been so... lacking.
The insults hurled in her direction did little to phase her, and she shook her head, her eyebrows creasing together.
"Big brother... ohhhhh big brother. Have you let that little twit get to you even further than she already had before?"
Little squeaks caused her attention to drop downwards towards the ground below, familiar little rodent bodies scurrying around and about the two foul smelling mutants.
Her frown immediately rising into a grin, one cloven hoof rose up and gently, though swiftly, caught the back end of one of the rats. Gingerly, she began twisting her hoof back and forth, forcing more pressure onto the trapped rat with each grinding turn. The rodent screamed as its insides were slowly crushed, its little claws flailing.
An innocent giggle escaped from between her open jaws as the mare leaned down to pluck the rat's head off with her sharp fangs. Still smiling, she savored the flavor as her teeth crunched down on the remains in her mouth.
Ohhh, how she'd missed her brother's little companions!
Licking her lips with her soft pink tongue, she finally turned her attention back towards the stallion glowering before her. What a simple-minded fool her brother was. It was a shame he couldn't see what he was doing to himself. What, with associating with such pathetic pink company and all.
But she would help him see. She was good at helping! And soon, big brother would forget about Pink Priss and would pay his darling little sister all the attention she deserved!
"You should just forget about the little eyesore," she said casually, her twitching wings behind her betraying her attempt to be nonchalant about the subject of the pink kalona. "You have me, and who better to look after and teach than your own baby sister? Your own flesh and blood?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 29, 2008 10:53 pm
It had always been a bit eerie for such a sweet and innocent voice to belong to such a dark creature as Pandemic, but Plague was far too used to her little games and words to be startled by her unusual voice.
While she may appear as sweet and docile as a normal horse in her typical temperament, she had the capabilities of throwing a quick mood swing that could scare even the fiercest of kalona. Hidden away, he'd only witnessed her rage a few times, typically aimed towards an unwilling participant in one of her many 'games'. It was moments such as that, however, that reassured him of her relationship to him, if obvious appearances hadn't been enough as it was without them having similar attitudes. He had always figured that it was the horn atop her head that drove her mad, though he would never be for certain. Perhaps she was truly insane, or perhaps it was just another game, a game she knew and played all too well.
Either way, he could care less what the reasoning was.
The larger mutant restrained himself as he attempted to suppress the anger within him from growing. Emotions were a weakness. He refused to be weak.
"Still bitter over Diabetia, darling Pan?" he smirked, watching as his sibling picked up her hoof to curiously examine the squished remains of one of the rats. She wasn't paying attention. She rarely paid attention. But he knew something that would catch and take hold of that wandering attention.
"It's your own fault that you couldn't compare to the potential Diabetia had, even as a foal. Hell, I would gamble that every one of the spawn to leave her womb has greater potential than you'll ever have."
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