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 Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 9:34 am
 Angra was pacing back and forth, his mind having gone over the bend completely. He honestly couldn't get the cubs looks out of his head, the fear he instilled didn't bother him, but the colors scared him. A cub he had made? His own flesh and blood perhaps? He growled to himself. "Stupid cub, with stupid markings." He basically blamed the cub for his looks, such a silly thing, but not out of Angra's reach. Especially since he thought he was alone. Spenta had been following his brother at a safe distance for the past few hours. Angra seemed inexplicably preoccupied by something, gods only knew what it could be. That Spen was even ABLE to track his brother spoke volumes of Angra's thoughts being occupied by other things. He watched his brother come to a stop before Angra started pacing in agitation. Spen's brow furrowed the slightest; what could be bothering his twin? Stealthily he crept closer, belly to the ground, and made his way to a large outcropping of rocks. He perked his ears, waiting, listening.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 1:14 pm
"Stupid cub, stupid markings. I should've just killed him while I had the chance." He scolded himself aggressively, there was noticable self mutilation on his body and it only showed how much more torn he was.
"Should've, could've, but didn't.. didn't." He echoed himself angrily. He didn't liek having memories, he had to many as it were, curling up next to his Mother's corpse was bad enough to recall.
Spenta saw the marks that marred his brother's body, heard the rage in his voice. What was he talking about? A cub? With markings? Killing the cub? What on earth... Spenta peered out a bit further from the rocks he hunched behind, curiously watching his wrathful brother pace this way and that.
Should he approach? Probably not, but against his better judgement he did, slowly walking forward, staying a safe distance away in case his brother lashed out in anger. It was not wise of Spen, and he knew this, but his twin's discontent reached out to Spenta as it always did. He was powerless to resist.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 3:56 pm
His eye's looked up, a cold, icy fury burned bright in them, but calmed slightly at the approach of his brother. His fury diminished, a power no other then his brother had upon entering a moment of true rage moment. "Spenta." He says softly, voice broken.
He sits, haunches tensed, tail wrapped tightly around himself. "What are you doing here, fool." He muttered gruffly, eye's now averted.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 4:02 pm
There seemed to be no mocking tone to Angra's words; that alone was cause for worry. Spenta's eyes glowed warmly towards his brother as he approached ever closer. It wasn't wise or rational, but Spenta's feelings of responsibility and obligation trumped Spenta's common sense. "You are troubled, brother?" His voice was cool, calm and free of any bite. "I could sense it."
Spen sat not five feet from his brother, relaxed as he could be. Angra was difficult to read at all times, and despite the bond that only twins had, Spenta seemed to have a harder time than most when trying to relate to his brother. "What has happened?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 4:21 pm
Angra huffed, looked away and sighed. "I ran into a cub, looked just me. Hard to think of me as a parent." He growled impatiently, he hated explaining things almost as much as he hated the idea of that cub.
"I couldn't kill it." He said slowly. "It attacked me with words and may have tried other things, but all I could do was threaten and tell it to go home." He refused to say it's sex, admitting a gender was admitting the cub ever existed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 4:27 pm
Spen reeled back in shock, eyes wide. "A cub?" Spenta grunted softly, rising to pace around much like his brother had earlier. "Do you know its mother? I mean, well, I imagine there might be other lions out there with similar markings to us," Spenta murmured. Angra, a father? Oh, the gods were cruel!
"I should hope you didn't kill it, Angra, it's not a habit you should fall into." He didn't mean to sound condescending in the least but he just couldn't keep it from creeping into his words. "If it is yours, there may be more. It only makes sense that you should seek out the cubs mother if she is alive and see if you recognize her. If that's not possible, perhaps seek the cub out once more and ask his mothers name if you hadn't before."
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Posted: Thu Apr 22, 2010 5:22 pm
"I couldn't remember, the cub spouted a name and I couldn't remember." He grumbled angrily, his mind was sore with thought and he didn't wanna think about it anymore.
"He didn't die, and won't I assume. I probably scared him enough." He nodded smoothly, recalling the brutal encounter, he didn't hold back until it came to harming the young individual. "He won't see me again."
Angra sighed, anger pulsed again.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 8:21 am
Spenta grunted; he could only name perhaps two times in his life he'd seen his brother so distraught. Of course, they always ended in fights between the twins. Spenta tread lightly, rising up to wander a few more feet away. "Angra, you do not know for certain if the cub is yours, so until you do, there is no sense in tormenting yourself in regards to it." He paused, trying to be sensible. "In all honesty, like I said, I'm sure there are many lions with red pelts and golden markings about."
Spen sat once more, a safe distance from his brother, and snorted softly. "Perhaps you should be more... conscientious about spreading yourself about, if you know of what I speak."
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 8:35 am
Angra puffed up his mane, he was frazzled and the words his brother spoke were on edge to poking the bear. "Perhaps, you should not meddle in your brothers affairs." He grumbled, frustration apparent in his voice, he eyed his brother, blue orbs filled with a sick chill. He wasn't alright with this, not because the cub looked like, but because he couldn't kill it, it wouldn't pose well if a child of his tried to beat him.
"Get away from me brother! I don't need anymore help from you.." He growled a light warning and stood, treading slowly towards his lightly colored twin, eye's glared coldly and eagerly, if his brother did not move Angra would not hesitate in striking out, it'd be his brothers fault for just standing there.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:08 am
Spenta wasn't backing down, and he wasn't leaving. "I'm tired of having to pick up after you, Angra," he growled, his own mane puffing up with the anger that only his brother could incite. "You don't expect me to do it, but I have to. I'm the eldest brother, it's my duty." He rose to his feet, pacing a wide circle around his brother. His tail, whiplike, lashed around in his wake.
"You don't need help from me?" Spenta snorted, "You don't think I should meddle in your affairs? You give no thought to others, brother; you care not for the wreckage you leave behind."
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:17 am
He knew this side of Spenta, this was not the first time he recalled where his brother didn't back down. "You, you choose to 'clean' up after me. Ever thought of giving up this stupid tail trail." He growled. "is there something I'm missing? Or are you taking this older brother thing to far." His eye's began to get wild, his claws were unsheathed and mind slipping over to his fight, though the staring at a innocent replica of himself made it so hard to completely slip no matter how much he wanted to right now.
"Brother, go find a fight you can win." He growled, he was biased to fighting, having only fought a couple fellows in his adult life, so he figured he'd rule them all, mind ego was tripping him to a new level of adrenaline as he stood, his own tail became a whip, ears flicked backwards and hackles rose significantly.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:31 am
"You leave me little choice when it comes to cleaning up after you, brother," Spenta snarled, fully enraged now. "Do you even ever think of those you've hurt, those you've left behind?" He walked on his toes, his step light. He was like a tightly coiled spring, ready to explode. "You don't, do you? You are a user, Angra," he spat the words at his brother, all traces of the calm and collected lion gone.
"I may not win a fight against you, Angra, this is true," Spen conceded, the words rough and acidic, "But you are the only one I would have against me in a fight, I would raise my anger to no other."
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:36 am
"Oh, am I making my brother angry..." He smirked now, insanity taking a place hold now. He moved back slowly, appearing to be fleeing a little, but in moments after a coupel steps back he flung himself forward, meeting his brother face to face.
This is where his paws came into play, large and powerful, they were his only way to achieve a true battle win.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 9:55 am
Spen didn't back down when his brother raced towards him. Instead, he braced himself in a split second, preparing for the impact of his brother's body against his own. Spenta ducked low, breathing hard in aggression. He grunted when Angra's unsheathed claws dug into his flesh, though he'd ignore it for the moment. "Angry?" he panted, "No. You make me sick, Angra. Sick to my soul."
His own paws, large but still smaller than his brothers, grasped for purchase where they could find it; claws unsheathed. He growled low, a sick and twisted sound, and waited for Angra's next move.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 10:01 am
"Well maybe you should go back to your lady friend!" He bellowed, his own paws and claws finding the juicy meat of Spen's shoulders, a favorite spot for Angra to attack when having a bit of lead. His paws felt about then a moment later he sunk in his sheathed claws which unsheathed like a pro.
"You'll never see the day where you aren't sick of me brother, cause for some reason you can't just give up on me!" He growled violently, tore his claws free and pushed himself backward to stare into his brothers eye's. Angra's were stone, no emotion filled them though his voice was angry a sight to see.
He rocked on his paws and then sat, he would not see anymore blood dribble from Spenta then what was there now, even through his insanity he knew the difference between some male to his blood relations.
"Cmon, hit me." He snarled.
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