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 Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 3:39 pm
Sunlight danced warm across his broad shoulders where the wind ruffled his mane and the white feathers of his wings as the wind soquili arched through the sky. His darned 'charge' had wandered off yet again, and was surely getting into all manner of trouble somewhere or another. Trouble that, no doubt, he would expect Cle to get him out of.
The stallion snorted irritably. Just because he looked after the troublesome child didn't mean he enjoyed keeping an eye on him. Pure was even older than he was! He was supposed to be more responsible, what was going on? It was like maturity hit 'hormonal teen' and then just...stopped altogether. Or maybe his common sense had dribbled out his ears like water off of a duck. Spoiled selfish rotten Pure!
"There you are!" Cleite snapped, his hooves hitting the earth with a rather heavy thump. He could easily have landed smooth and gracefully, but he was in the mood for stomping around. He was allowed to be annoyed if he wanted to be!
Zephy's Teepee
Velve's Teepee
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 5:23 pm
Purepurle tossed his head, his short and spikey mane flowing with the movement - as much as the short hair could at least. He had been showing off for some mares, but some grumpy stallion had raced over to herd them away, removing them from his sight and therefore depriving them of his gorgeous presence as well. Pure wasn't too arrogant normally, but he knew he was attractive and he loved spending time around beautiful mares.
He trotted along the flat plains, the grass slipping under his hooves. It was still early in the morning and he had snuck off from Cleite's 'supervision' earlier when the male was still sleeping. Pure had the advantage of speed over his cousin, but his cousin had wings. Totally unfair, Pure decided, nodding his head as he walked.
He startled when he heard a familiar - damn it! -voice call out to him from above, and the thundering noise of hooves hitting the plains. He glanced back, stepping to the side just in case Cleite was planning to just slam straight into him.
"You're like a bug. You just won't leave me alone, buzzing around," Pure muttered, not loud enough to be considered aggressively at his cousin, but obviously annoyed. He tossed his head, and glanced at the younger stallion. "What are you doing here, Cle?" He asked, sounding as if he was sulking now, the annoyance fading.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 5:32 pm
Oh a bug was he? Cleite snorted disdainfully, giving his head a shake. His mane was much longer than his cousin's, and distinctly more windblown at the moment, but he hardly cared. He did not need to 'impress' anyone, he was just trying to be responsible and do as his aunt had asked of him. And whenever Pure was out of his sight it meant he was getting into trouble.
"Looking for you, obviously," the winged stallion snapped. Honestly, this little... "You know how your mother worries..." And it was entirely Pure's own fault too! The silly creature had hardly grown up at all in any way.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 7:18 pm
(continued on AIM)
[LOG]
Pure groaned, and rolled his eyes at his younger cousin. "Sorry, mommy," he said to Cle. "I'll make sure to check with you if I have to leave your sight again." He huffed. He knew his own mother worried over him, but still, Cle spent far too much time fussing over Pure. He was a grown stallion! It wasn't like he needed his cousin's support every single second of the day. Sure, he got into a few scrapes but it wasn't that bad! Pure could deal with them on his own.
He shuffled his hooves. "But see, I'm doing perfectly fine. No worries here, Dear Stick-In-The-Mud."
Cleite neglected to react to the attempted dig. If he lost his temper each time his cousin did or said something annoying or stupid it would be the single largest waste of time and energy ever to exist. "Right," he sighed, rolling eyes eyes again before glancing down. It was obvious, at least to his sharp eyes, that his cousin had not been alone out here. "Well I don't see any blood, so I suppose this fellow wasn't inclined towards violence at your flirting his friends?" It wasn
't hard to guess what had been happening after all. Flirting was...taken for granted as far as Pure was concerned really.
Pure scoffed, but cast a suspicious glance over his shoulder where the stallion had disappeared off to with the mares who Pure had been entertaining earlier. "You act as if I purposely seek out taken mares," Pure grumped. "It's not my fault that they neglect to inform me they have a much larger, much more agressive mate that doesn't happen to see the fun in a little light-hearted flirting!" He dind't believe in breaking up happy families, but it wasn't like any of the mares outright stated they had mates. If they had, he would have backed off but they didn't say a darn thing about their buff mates!
The suspicious glance was not reassuring, and Cleite glanced as well. If there was an angry mob coming for his airheaded cousin he was of half a mind to simply leave. But his aunt would be ever so upset if something happened to her son. Much as he might deserve a little lesson. "Well, perhaps if you didn't hit on anything that breathed upon catching sight of it then they might have more opprotunity to express that they were already taken," he pointed out frigidly.
Pure bristled in annoyance, his ears dropping low. "You act as if I flirt as soon as I see them! They have ample time to tell me their taken but they neglect too and then they act soooo upset when their mates find us." He scoffed. "You have so little faith in me, Cousin! I should be insulted!" He would have stomped off, but, well, Pure wasn't so sure that the male from earlier wasn't going to come back and beat him up and, while not the most powerful around, Cle was sure helpful in a fight!
How many times had they had this discussion? How many times? "Well my foolish charge, have you ever questioned whether or not they might belong with someone already?" the winged stallion asked pointedly. The answer had, usually, been something along the lines of 'never' in the past. But he could still point it out. As for faith...well. There was such a thing as common sense. Cleite had it. Pure...not so much.
"I shouldn't have to ask! They should be prepared to offer that information up before we get into anything. Not admitting to having a mate makes them guilty, not me!" he grumbled, glaring at his cousin with as much annoyance as he could muster - which only really made him look like a sulky foal, not a full grown stallion to be feared. "It's not fair that I get blamed for all of it!" Huffing, he tossed his head, flicking part of his mane from his eyes.
Cleite regarded his cousin levelly. "So," said slowly, "Any female who, upon meeting anyone else, does not instantly inform them that they have a mate...is of the mind to cheat on them?" Honestly, Pure... He would stand here and play the victem for hours wouldn't he.
"Exactly!" Pure did not notice his cousin was less than impressed at the explanation, thinking that Cle was agreeing with him instead. "If they don't want to acknowledge them, how am I supposed to know?" He nodded firmly, as if that removed him from all blame for any incidents that had occurred.
"...so any mare who does not walk around screaming that she has a companion...is loose, unfaithful, and easy?" he continued, "And you just love that sort of girl then don't you." Was sarcasm truely that lost on Pure? Truely? He couldn't exaggerate his point further. But perhaps he might suggest to the next stallion that came angrily looking for his cousin that Pure thought any unbranded females were open to attention from anything and anyone. ...no, because his aunt would be so upset if he turned up maimed or dead...
Pure gave his cousin a dry look. "No, but any female who doesn't own up to having a mate is certainly not completely dedicated to that male either!" He huffed, " and I love all girls!" He paused. Well, that really wasn't helping his argument, was it? "It's not my fault that you can't get a girl," he mumbled irritatably, huffing. "Maybe if you acted more...I dunno...HAPPY? You might have girls willing to spend time with you, not running off in horror."
Cleite's expression, if possible, turned more sour. "I don't believe I'm related to you," he spat. "Why don't you see what these mares think of my explaining your opinions to them then." As for his own love life...who had time to cultivate a proper relationship when one was charged with a responcibility to someone like this?
"Don't worry, the feeling's mutal," Pure muttered. "I can't believe I'm related to you either!" He looked annoyed at his cousin suggesting he tell the mares what he'd said to Cle. "I'd tell them exactly what I told you! If they aren't ready to admit to having a mate, maybe they aren't happy with them!" He scowled. "It's not my fault they don't like their mates!" A twig snapped behind Pure, likely from some animal just walking around, but it sent him skittering away from the noise - not quite hiding behind his cousin, but certainly abruptly closer. He swung wide eyes around the noise, as if trying to spot the soon to be stampeding stallion after him.
Cleite chuckled when his cousin scrambled. Maybe he should let him squirm some. If it didn't teach him a richly deserved lesson, at least it could be fun to watch. The sound was too small to belong to a stallion, unless the idiot had been after the smaller sort of mare. He didn't think there would be harm to what he was about to do. "Alright then. Why don't you explain to these stallions that their mares are clearly so unhappy with them. I'll just tell aunty where to find the body." And with that he unfurled his wings with an uncessary clap of noise, tensing as though to leap into the air and away.
Pure's eyes went even wider at the thought that his cousin was going to abandon him. "You can't do that!" he said, sounding shrill and not exactly masculine in his panic. He darted behind his cousin, stepping on the long strands of his tail as if to prevent him from taking off. "We're family! You can't leave me to die! Mum would kill you!" he tried to plead with him, glancing around him in a highly paranoid fashion.
Cleite winced as his tail was trod on, did Pure not realize that he could feel that? "Excuse me, who just said that I was not needed?" Or no fun. Or in the way. Or a stick in the mud. Or something like that. Cle took a step back, trying to free his tail, or at least lessen the sting of the hairs being pulled. "Move," he muttered, stupid Pure in the way. And that squeal... his ears were ringing. Honestly, this result was not quite as satisfying as he'd hoped it would be.
"I didn't say you weren't needed," Pure protested, not shifting from his position on his cousin's tail. If he was in pain whenever he moved, then he couldn't run away! Simple. "I just said you were annoying. Don't let them kill me!" He pleaded, and determinedly didn't shift from the hairs he was pulling on. He was unaware that telling someone he found them annoying was probably not a good way of trying to encourage them to stay and help him.
Cle snorted. Oh his cousin was so... exasperating. "If you find me even half as annoying as I find you, ever the more reason for me to be on my way. And if you do not move your hoof I am going to move it for you," he added warningly, lifting one of his own hindlegs slightly as though he planned on kicking his relative. He probably wouldn't actually kick Pure. He didn't want to risk causing him actual damage, and a hoof to the leg would be more likely to do that then some feathers against his empty skull.
Pure jumped back when he saw the hindleg lift, knowing better than to test his cousin too far. He'd recieved quite a few smacks upside the head with wings, it was only a matter of time until his cousin began abusing him with harsher smacks. "We're family though! You can't leave family to die!" Pure was beginning to realise that no stallion was storming towards him, and he cast a suspicious glance around. Shouldn't they have attacked by now, if they were going to? Maybe they had backed out, afraid? He puffed his chest a bit. Ha! He'd scared them off, without having to do a thing.
As soon as pressure was relieved Cleite spun to keep his cousin from his back. Yeah, that smarted some. Ugh, that Pure... "I suppose I can't just let them kill you..." he mused, annoyance resurfacing when he saw that chest puff out. Smug little... "But perhaps they might knock some sense into you. I certainly can't seem to."
Pure huffed. "I don't need sense knocked into me! I have plenty of sense! Enough sense to know that if there was angry stallions about, they would have attacked by now!" He narrowed his gaze at his cousin. "You were tricking me, weren't you? You probably stepped on a twig and made me paranoid just to freak me out! Well it didn't work!" Okay, it did. Very well. He had hidden behind his cousin like a foal, but still, he saw through it now! It was not working, he had beaten Cle at his own game - trying to trick Pure.
Cleite chuckled darkly, swishing his tail as though to test it's new freedom. "Perhaps two are more of a threat than just one," he pointed out, skipping another quick step back to be sure he was out of range. "But we'll see in a moment, won't we? Or you will," the stallion corrected, lunging for the sky before he could get his tail stomped on again. He hovered, a feat that took much more effort than it ought to, for a moment looking around before with a smirk taking off more completely. He wasn't going to go 'far', just up into cloud cover where he could circle and keep a, much more distant, eye on his relative. It'd be nice to be out of earshot for a while...
"Cle!" Pure shrieked after his cousin. "What are you doing? Come back! Cleite!" He galloped after his cousin, skidding to a stop to stare, wide-eyed at teh sky when his cousin disapeared into the clouds. "That's not fair! Not fair! You have wings! CLEITE!" Pure stared at the surounding area with wide, terrified eyes. Oh no. He was going to die.
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