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 Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 12:10 pm
It wasn't the weather. It wasn't himself. It wasn't really much of anything except for the fact that...
Oboé had been gone more than usual...
She was always off going to do things by herself, but she took Bevin with her most of the time. But lately she'd been off by herself quite a lot. The last time Bevin saw her was actually a couple of days ago. Where the heck WAS she? What was she doing all by herself, vanishing for long periods of time? Meeting new people? Making friends? Dancing for an audience that Bevin was unaware of? Or...Maybe she...
"Oh, God..." Bevin murmured, pausing in his walking. He lowered an eyebrow heavily and blinked at the ground. "A boyfriend?" he wondered aloud. But he shook that off with a laugh. As IF Oboé would find herself a man. Who would want HER? ...Besides him, of course...
Bevin spotted a tree up ahead blocking his path and made his way around it slowly.
"Where IS that leopardess?" he sighed frustratedly. Then he saw a blur of purple. "WHAT THE--" he choked, jumping back. There was a lion right there in front of him. Shoot, shoot, shoot...SHOOT...
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 1:57 pm
Urgh. He hurt EVERYWHERE. His paws hurt, hist ail hurt, his ears hurt. But most of all, Apollo's face hurt. It was a dull throbbing pain that raced across the left side of his face in the form of a nasty scratch that trailed from the hair line of his mane to the bottom of his chin., It was horrible, and the wound was deep near his eye, so that his lid was swollen and sensitive. So sensitive that he could barely open it. Scabbing had started, and it itched horribly. And as if they deformation of his face wasn't enough, he also had several large wounds racing down his sides to his underbelly, as if he had been grabbed and scratched there. Along with these wounds were several small scrapes. All together, Apollo was messed up and unhappy.
And then he heard someone, and heard that word.
"LEOPARDESS?" he snapped, his head rising from its sullen spot on the ground, his bad eye open just a slit, and his good eye wide with irritation. He didn't care if the person who had spoke was gone, he was going to vent anyways! IT WAS HER FAULT DAMN IT!
"THAT IS THE REASON I AM IN THIS MESS, SOME STUPID LEOPARDESS!" he growled, and then winced when moving his mouth stretched the scab on his lip.
"OW!" he howled, and then moaned again, because he had wiggled and now the grass was poking violently into sensitive stomach.
Then he actually noticed the person who had spoken earlier was still there. He blinked, and found himself looking into the face of a green serval. A shocked, green serval.
"Oh. Hello." he grumbled, "You gonna laugh at me? Oh look! 'A big purple lion rolling around in pain, complaining about leopardesses who ruin his life!' Isn't he silly!? HAHAHA FUNNY! Down right funny."
Obviously Apollo was not in a good mood.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 2:22 pm
Bevin's heart jumped to his throat when he saw the lion, then he almost had a heart attack at the sudden vehemency in which the purple lion spoke about the word "leopardess".
Okay, so he didn't like leopardesses...Bevin would just...Walk away, slowly...
Bevin's ears flicked back at the lion's howling and he found himself thinking, 'What a baby...' Then he got a good look at him. Obviously, there had been a fight. The lion had quite a few nasty slash marks in his body that were swollen, scabby and red. It did not look like fun. Well, that was a lion for you...Always getting into bad scrapes. Not that he had seen many lions in his life...
Uh-oh. Bevin had gotten caught-up in his own thoughts and had forgotten about leaving. The lion had seen him. The freckled tip of Bevin's tail flicked involuntarily and he stood still, one paw in the air, frozen mid-movement. At least the lion seemed...Crazy? Or friendly. Bevin wasn't quite sure which yet.
"Ohhh," Bevin breathed quietly, staring, still frozen. "uhhh...No, I was just gonna tell ya..." he relaxed himself and placed his paw on the ground. "Nice face." he said simply. A strange curiosity tugged at the back of his mind, though. Why did the lion dislike leopardesses so much? "Did a leopardess do that to you?" Bevin asked, taking the liberty of sitting down.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 6:22 pm
Apollo glowered at the serval before him and huffed loudly. Nice face? Really, he felt like the only intelligant being on the plant right now! NICE FACE? HIS FACE WAS RUINED! HIS BEAUTIFUL AMAZING FACE, SCARED FOR ETERNITY! What if he went blind!? "Thanks," he drawled sarcastically, looking away from his newest annoyance. This little serval almost reminded him of Ob--
"NO," he held the 'O' in no, and rolled his good eye, and then continued, "A lion, not a leopardess, did this to me." It was emabrassing enough getting beaten up by a lion!, but the thought of a leopardess beating him this bad was horrible to imagine. It made Apollo's already abused ego wince.
And great, now it was sitting! SITTING! AS IF APOLLO WANTED IT (HIM) TO STAY! The lion tried to look scary, lifting his lip a little to reveal some teeth, but it stretched the wound, and he ended up grimacing instead. And by now this stupid serval was all comfortable, he was sure, and Apollo had little energy to tell him to go away.
"A lion did this to me, but a leopardess was the reason I got into a fight with the lion. See, her names Oboe," his eyes drifted past the serval now, as he imagined her laughing face, her fur, her...ARGH, he tried to shake the thought away but it wouldn't go!, "and well...she," she what? She hadn't done anything except break him from his hindering fearing shell! "she...argh, it is her fault. That is all!"
Yeah. Had to be her fault, because before she came along, he wouldn't have gone exploring and thusly gotten into a fight! HA!
And of course, then he sighed, imagining how she would react to his scar. Would she hate it? Like it? Laugh? There was a conflict of emotion obvious in his eyes, not that he figured Bevin would /care/.
Oh how wrong he could be.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 6:43 pm
Bevin felt his pupils thin to slits and he blinked slowly at the purple lion in front of him.
Oboe...
He just said OBOE...?
Bevin had never heard that name before other than when used for his best friend. She had made it up, after all, and named herself. There was no way anyone else could have that name...Plus, this lion was talking about a leopardess.
A leopardess named Oboe was the reason the lion got into a fight.
It took Bevin just a few split seconds to get over the fact that this lion was talking about the Oboe he knew. Okay, he got that. He got over the surprise. Then his mind moved on. Thoughts began to roll in his head, tumbling rapidly as he stared at the beat-up purple lion. What would Oboe have to do with causing this lion to fight? There were so many reasons and so little time to think about them. It could've been that she made another animal mad and got him to attack this lion accidentally. That was completely possible. Or maybe the two males were fighting over seeing her dance? Or maybe...
Oboe was getting hit on by another lion and this lion had gotten...Jealous?
OH, HELL.
"Ohhh," Bevin drawled, a smooth smile showing up on his face suddenly. "Oboe~! I know her." he said, nodding. "So what happened?" he asked. Then he flashed a kind smile.
Of course, with Bevin...One emotion almost always meant the opposite.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 6:51 pm
"Erk?"
The most intelligent sound in this conversation, for sure! But it was a proper sound to display and express the shock he felt when this serval explained that he /knew/ Oboe. "Y-you know Oboe? Pink lioness with gold chains who dances Oboe?" YOU COULDN'T BLAME HIM FOR MAKING SURE! It would be awkward if they were talking about different Oboes. So he had to make sure.
"She...she has changed me a lot, and well. I went exploring...maybe I was looking for her, I donno. And I ran into another lion, got mad because I was lost, and got into a fight..." he sighed, "I donno...I was lonely...and figured exploring would be something Oboe would suggest I do..." he frowned even more and sighed rather loudly, "WAIT! You know her! Do..do you know if she has talked about me? Maybe...she is gonna come back?" Or maybe she moved on. The thought scared Apollo. "I...mean, not that I caaare much! I just..am wondering." He returned Bevins smile, not understanding the serval's true feelings.
Silly Apollo.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 7:05 pm
Pink with golden chains...Now Bevin was completely and utterly sure they were speaking of the same Oboe. It was so...
Unfortunate...
"Seems you've been through quite a lot." Bevin said sympathetically, raising an eyebrow. Of course, he wasn't the least bit sympathetic inside. His insides were burning hot. His eyes began to feel...Swollen in his head and his heart was fluttering heavily in his chest. It had been a long time since he had felt that way, but he was sure it must've been jealousy.
"Oh, she hasn't said a word!" Bevin said, tilting his head with a frown. "I mean, I would know since I speak to her pretty regularly." he said informatively, nodding and glancing to the side in a thoughtful manner. Okay, so he hadn't spoken to her for a few days now, BUT...He'd spoken with her much more than this dumb, scabby lion had.
So, HA.
In reply to the lion saying he didn't care, Bevin said, "Oh, good." His voice was relieved-sounding. But he covered it quickly and switched it for something else. "It's...Good that you don't care," he said slowly, meeting the confused and irritated eyes of the lion in front of him. "because that leopardess is pretty...Flighty, unfortunately." he sighed.
And thus, he left the bait.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 7:56 am
Apollo nodded sadly. Yes he had been through a lot as of late! But his heart dropped when the serval (he should really ask him his name!) said that she had not spoken to him. It hurt a lot, because well…he wished she talked about him. He sure did talk about her (DAMN IT ALL!), and well..ARGH. And since this serval spoke to often, she would, if she cared, have mentioned him at SOME point.
He was wondering as to why she wouldn’t mention him when the serval offered a little more information. For a moment he had sounded relieved, and Apollo had been suspicious, but now he understood why. Obviously this serval was of a kinder nature, and just was relieved that Apollo wasn’t staking his heart on her. Which he was….
And to hear that she was flighty….it hurt. “W-what?” he asked in a whisper, voice and body shaking. What did he mean flighty? “What do you mean?” She hadn’t seemed flighty….he had sworn he was sure she would come back. He thought…
He thought he had had a chance, if he just opened his heart a little.
Yeah right.
Anger now clouded the lion's eyes, and he looked to the side and sighed, yet again. "Can I have your name, Serval? I am Apollo, if you must know."
It was odd though, that this serval seemed to be friends with Oboe, yet...he called her flighty. Is that how friends acted?, wouldn't that be considered an insult.
But for know, he kept the question to himself.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 12:37 pm
"Bevin." The green serval introduced casually, bowing elegantly in a way long ago taught to him by his pink leopardess friend. Bevin was often unaware of picking up certain mannerisms of the leopardess. "At your service." In truth, Bevin really hadn't heard anything of Apollo from Oboe. He knew there was something she had been hiding from him...But he was hesitant to think of what. Could this lion Apollo really be what she had been avoiding talking about?
Was Oboe in love?
"Damn the gods." Bevin cursed under his breath and out of the lion's ears.
"Oh, y'know..." Bevin started in answer to the lion's question, shifting his gaze to the treetops in a look of forlornness. "One guy just doesn't cut it for that girl. And I don't think one guy ever will." He stole a quick, unseen glance at the angry face of the purple lion before looking to the trees once more. "Plus, she's a dancer. You know how dancer's are...Lots of fans." he added in a suggestive drawl.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 4:34 pm
Apollo gritted his teeth, he looked off into the sky, he growled low in his throat. And...
He felt betrayed. Bevin was telling him all the things he feared, he was torn into a thousand pieces by this...revelation. It hurt work then his physical wounds, and for a moment he wished nothing more then to KILL this serval that brought him pain and suffering. He even went as far as to raise himself from the ground, to lift his paw; as if to STRIKE.
But paused, and then let his paw drop with a thud on the harsh ground. "I suppose no male would do it for her, let alone me," he whispered, the pain in his eye evident. He looked away from his small green companion, and sighed. "What should I do then?"
Perhaps he could go back to his old ways...
Perhaps.
"I don't know what to do."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 4:46 pm
Wow...
That was easy...
It was all Bevin could do to hold back the devious, victorious smile that itched to stretch across his mouth. When the purple male lifted as if to strike Bevin, Bevin didn't flinch. He knew the character of the lion by then. He was no fighter. He was young, too. Poor, naive boy, getting mixed up with an older woman...
And getting mixed up with a guy who--...Well, liked her much more than that sorry lion EVER could.
"Well," Bevin started, moving just a tad closer to appear more friendly; more compassionate. "You wanna know what I would do?" he asked, eyebrows knitting up. He caught the eyes of Apollo. It certainly seemed that damage had been done. But that had been his goal. Success was sweet.
"I'd move on and forget I'd ever seen her." Bevin said, dead-faced.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 5:06 pm
(ilu and bevin, eski. :3)
He looked down at Bevin, and frowned. Forget her? FORGET HER?...
Why was there no anger there? Why did he not say 'I COULD NEVER FORGET HER!'?, had he not, over the weeks, been coming to realize his feelings, to open up? Had he not (kind of) accepted he cared deeply for another besides himself? And yet, now that he knew this...he felt nothing but contempt for her, and he wished nothing more then TO FORGET her.
There was no anger towards Bevin, because Bevin was explaining something he should have done from the beginning. He should have ignored Nima and all those others. He should have forgotten Oboe.
But now?
Now he would forget her. Because Bevin was right. He should move on. There were others, there had to be.
"Maybe you are right," Apollo said in a souless tone, and his tail drooped behind him. "Thank you...I suppose, for curing me," for this was like an illness, this feeling he (had?) harbored, "of this rediculous obsession with..." he inhaled, then exhaled shakily, the word drifting like a curse from his mouth, "love..."
Then the lion turned, and with a pained look, climbed into his tree, ignoring the larger more comfortable branch Oboe had used, and rested himself upon a stumpier one. "You can stay if you like, but...I need to sleep."
And he closed his eyes, and pretended the world didn't exist any more.
Forget her...just forget.
(LOL IF YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT MOVIE THE LINE 'Thank you for curing me of this rediculous obsession with love' is from, i will give you much love LOL)
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 5:25 pm
((Moulin Rouge...? XD))
"You're welcome!" Bevin chirped, much too happily for the given situation. But he didn't care about hiding his feelings anymore. He had succeeded in his plan. He had shot Apollo's feelings out of the sky and saved Oboe's love in the process.
LIFE WAS GOOD!
With that in mind, Bevin bowed elegantly once more, flashed a devious grin that went unseen by the sad, purple lion, and turned. "Good luck." Bevin said. And at least in that phrase, he was honest. Then Bevin walked away. He had other things to do now.
Like find a certain pink leopardess...
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 9:20 pm
Apollo opened a eye as the little serval turned, wandering away, and sighed rather loudly. The hurt now burned his whole body, worse then the pain from his wounds, and in that moment, he felt that maybe the serval was lying...but he shook off the feeling like a bad itch.
But he was sure...
He would see Bevin again.
Most definitely.
(we be dun yez?)
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