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 Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 7:13 am
Pizarro Lots of things frightened Pizarro or made him uneasy or vaguely sick. Blood, warm and steaming, or even cold and mostly congealed, made him want to faint. If it was his own blood it was even worse. He also didn't like violence, since it tended to lead to blood. However, and perhaps perversely, Zarro loved the beach. He found the sound of the water soothing on many levels. He enjoyed the rhythmic crash of waves on wet sand as well as the deeper thrum of the ocean's far-off currents, which he imagined he could hear if he lay very still and closed his eyes. He also enjoyed the denizens of the beach proper. That is, he took great delight in chasing seagulls, earning himself scolding shrieks from the displaced birds, and he also liked to pounce after crabs, though so far they had all eluded him by scuttling into holes he couldn't believe they actually fit. He also liked to look for pretty things that washed up after a storm, but so did everyone, so that wasn't maybe anything very special. Today was a beach day. The Wenches had said so, and so Pizarro was practically dancing with excitement as the family was corralled and reminded of the rules. Schylar Unlike his brother, Schylar liked to consider himself a mans man. He was only a young guy still, but the desire to become something had been within the young cub since birth. He felt a surge of excitement when the Wenches had said that today was the day they would walk the beach. He normally walked the beach alone, but he figured a little company in the form of the cubs and Corsairs wouldnt be too bad.. So long as the Corsairs kept to themselves and left him be. He was incredibly hard to handle when it came to the other ladies. He hated authority, and listening to anyone. Of course, unless you were part of the crew. Females were meant merely to breed and watch the young. They had their place, and he didnt feel he belonged where they were. He had alot of old views, for being such a young guy. He supposed it was the company he kept. If he hung out with more females he likely would see them in a bit better light. Of course, no one was better than momma. Makena was the one female he would listen to. Even sister Zamora wasnt up to par when it came to intelligence.. but that was his own observation, and he hadnt really tried to see how intelligent she really was. He watched Pizarro chasing the seagulls. Normally the game seemed like fun, but lately he was noticing his brother was a bit of a pansy. It pissed him off, and he felt it his duty to make his brother more manly..More rough and tumble. As it was, his brother was no better than any girl! Not that he would outright tell him that.. He wasnt that much of an a**. "Pizarro." He said in greeting, smiling. If you catch it, you get brownie points." He mused
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 7:27 am
Pizarro Pizarro ignored his brother, not out of rudeness but because he was concentrating very hard on figuring out which way the seagull would hop if he pounced at it. He had no illusions of catching the thing, since it could fly and he couldn't, and he wouldn't know what to do with it even if he did catch it, but he didn't see any harm in trying to figure out the way it would react to certain things. Like being jumped after. Living on this beach, it should really know by now that being chased was a hazard of the territory. When at last he thought he had it figured out he spared his brother enough attention to say, "Why don't you catch one then?" It was his hope that this vaguely challenging statement would convince Schylar to go away and leave him be. It had not escaped his notice that Schy was less than impressed by his manliness and prowess, and while Zarro was by no means proud of being a wimp, he knew he wouldn't enjoy his brother's way of improving him. In an ideal world, he would just magically grow into a strong, fierce lion like Torin or something, or at least a clever and tricky lion like Pirato. Schylar Schylar frowned at being ignored.. He knew his brother hadnt meant to but that didnt lessen the idea that he was being ignored. He felt a bit of rage fill him and slowly he allowed it to ease. His temper was most definitely a flaw with the boy. He just couldnt help it. He found that he liked to be stronger than others, even if it meant physically showing that he was better than everyone. He wasnt sure how his some of his siblings had the exact opposite ambitions, but he supposed to each their own. He would still try to get Zarro up to par with him though. He was family after all, and he didnt dislike his family.. Just the ideals some of them had. He shook his head, clearing his throat, and sighing when he was finally spoken to. "Dont you know better than that yet, mate?" He asked, having picked up bits and pieces of the lingo from Pirato. He wanted to be just like him, and so he tried to talk anda ct like him.. Course momma kept him away from the fruit. He itched for the day he was old enough to try the taboo treat. "Dont tempt me with things like that, you may have me prove to you it can be done." He chuckled, flicking his tail and watching as the gull leapt into the air, its wings spreading as it started beating its way into the sky. Seagulls were hard, and he had never actually -caught- one. but he figured it couldnt be that hard. Not if it was himself doing it!
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 9:24 am
Pizarro Annoyed that Schylar hadn't immediately gone off in an attempt to prove how talented he was, Zarro huffed and sat down hard on his bum. The impact wasn't the least bit painful, since he was sitting on sand. But it didn't seem as though he would be given the opportunity to try things his way. Not with Schy continually distracting him. Hunting seagulls took concentration! "Fine," he grumbled. "Prove it can be done. But prove it over there, 'cause this seagull's mine." As soon as the words left his mouth he knew it had been a mistake to put it like that. There was no way his brother, who so idolized Pirato, would be able to resist the idea of not only catching a seagull, but swiping the very one Zarro had been going for. It had practically been an invitation for him to do that, in fact. Mentally he berated himself. Stupid stupid stupid. "That one over there looks just slow enough you might be able to catch her," he added, trying to salvage the situation by appealing to his brother's pride. Schylar Zarro knew him well, as indeed his eyes were on the very gull that he had been trying to catch himself. Schylar may have been tough, but if there was one thing he wasnt good at, it was the ability to come up with his own ideas. He was a little bit of a follower, regardless of how he acted. He felt he'd be a good captain, though he had no idea that his fate would likely never extend past being a crew member. He had high aspirations, but those aspirations were unlikely. He shrugged, almost positive he could catch any gull he had his eyes on. Though what do you do once you caught it? He wasnt hungry, and he almost had a feeling that the Corsairs would scold him for catching a bird merely for the fun of the hunt. Though he didnt listen to them on a bad day, why would he on a good day? Looking at the flock of birds land back against the sand he almost chuckled. How stupid birds were. Looking at his brother, he nudged him with his shoulder. "What do you think? Not very smart are they?" He asked, tail flicking with the anticipation of maybe going and proving the skills he talked up. But when his brother pointed one out, he noticed it had a bad wing. He rolled his eyes, looking annoyedly at Zarro. "Do you really think thats all I could catch??" He asked, a bit taken aback, though not really offended.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 7:25 am
Pizarro "Who? The birds? I doubt it," Zarro said, wondering what had prompted that particular revelation. "Their heads are too small for them to be very smart." He didn't know much about what made people smart, actually, but since everyone talked about brains and brains were in the head, Zarro figured it had something to do with how much one's head could hold. Lion heads were bigger than bird heads by a lot, so obviously lions must be a lot smarter than birds. Though that meant that hippos and elephants were smarter than lions, and Zarro doubted that. They were too fat to be smart. "And, yes. I do think that's all you could catch. Maybe. If you got lucky."Schylar Schylar wasnt looking for a challenge, in fact, he was hoping his brother would stop issuing them. But it became obvious Zarro had other ideas. Schylar frowned, and sighed. He supposed he had best show his brother what he had in terms of talent. So taking a deep breath, the male stood. He was short still, body not that of an adolescent, though he was quite happy with the little mane fluff he did have. He would prance around with his shoulders high, just to see the tip of his mane bounce. But this time, he had other plans. Looking at his brother he half smiled, and yawned. "Ye of little faith." The cub teased, looking back at the birds and feeling the hunting feeling deep within him. He winked at his brother, before blowing him a kiss that was meant merely for further teasing, and then his attention was on the birds. He had never really caught one before, they were quite fast and with such large wings, they were usually able to be in the sky before he was able to get to them. But he tried often.. "I bet I can catch the biggest, meanest of these birds! I dont need no weakling bird."
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 7:42 am
Pizarro Zarro frowned at his brother's antics, but then relented, deciding that it was better to have Schy acting like an oddling than to have him trying to turn him into a fierce warrior by fighting. As he looked back at his own bird briefly the spotted cub wondered what he would do with the bird if he caught it. No doubt there would be a struggle and blood, and whether the blood was his or the bird's didn't make a great deal of difference to him. Either way, he would be ill. So he dismissed his own bird and turned around dutifully to watch Schy make his attempt to catch the biggest, meanest bird. He wondered which bird that would be. They all looked about the same to Zarro, with their stupid small heads and angry beady eyes. But he was sure Schy would find a way to distinguish them - or claim to find a way to distinguish them - and whatever bird he picked would be mean because it was being attackeed. "Have fun with that," he said dismissively and, having given up his own goal of catching a bird, moved to the water's edge to dip his toes in. Schylar "Cmon, come chase em with me. Or are you afraid you cant catch one, and you dont want to be shown up by me?" He taunted. He hated how his brother never got his paws dirty. What kind of pirate would Zarro be if he didnt even want to enjoy his life! What was more fun than chasing a bird, or hanging out with your brother? Okay.. its only fun to hang out with your brother if that brother was Schy. He just saw himself as entirely more creative. Looking over the birds he began to look for the one that looked the biggest and the meanest. Zarro was ignoring his choice by placing his toes in the water. Apparently he was content with playing silly cub games. Snorting, Schylar shook his head. He didn't understand someone not wanting to be the best they could be. The flock of white birds wasnt very large, and the birds themselves werent very large either. The chances of catching one with that kind of ratio were slim, but still he would try. He was going to be a great pirate, and what if Pirato looked up and asked for him to snatch one from the sky? By god hed have to! So he began creeping over, his eyes locked on a bird that was a bit larger, and pushing other birds out of the way. Assuming this was the mean one, he grinned. "Bingo." He whispered, lowering to his chest and creeping over. Once he could smell the musk of the feathers he lunged, claws extended. For a minute he was lost in the flurry of wings and feathers, and he dissappeared from Sight. Though once the feathers settled and the birds were gone, Schy looked deviant and thrilled with himself. In his paws were the corpse of a bird. The bird, not really the size that he was aiming for.. Obviously he had grabbed the wrong one in the fiasco of feathers. But he was still proud of himself for catching anything at all. Blood motted the birds body, and Schys white face. "And you doubted me!" He began saying, and prancing around in an arrogant manner.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 7:56 am
Pizarro Zarro was completely ignoring Schy, having sent him off on a wild seagull chase which he expected would occupy him for at least a little while before he grew bored with not catching anything. He was enjoying having the water wash over his paws and lap at his fur. And later his paws would taste of salt when he licked them clean. There was no losing in this scenario. Whether or not his brother caught anything was immaterial at this point. It was, unfortunately, impossible to ignore Schy when he was prancing around with blood speckling his face. Zarro felt ill just thinking about the bird's corpse, still and bloody on the wet sand. In an effort to salvage some of his pride, Zarro took a few sips of the seawater. In the past he'd found the saltwater settled his stomach in small doses, and it helped this time, too, though the fact that the bird was still right there and still just as dead as it had been before meant that it could only help a limited amount. "My mistake. Congratulations. Go show the wenches. I'm sure they'll be impressed, too." Schylar He frowned, catching the indifference of the bird catching to Zarro. Walking over to Pizarro's side, the white male looked at his brother and looked deep in his eyes, as if his eyes would tell the secret that Zarro just refused to share. "Whats wrong with you, Zar? Why is it nothing interests you?" He looked questioningly and cocked his head. He wasnt really hounding his brother, so much as hoping he'd finally share with him what kept him so secretive. "You know you'd be SO much more happy if you just gave in and allowed yourself to do things, right?" He asked, walking into the water himself in an effort to cleanse his white pelt of the bird. He really disliked being too dirty. His pelt was usually a fair shade of white, the black spots a rich ebony and less a d usty gray. Yeah, he liked to think he took really good care of himself. Using his now soaked paw to wipe the blood from his face, he watched everytime he brought his paw back down how it was smeared with crimson. He smiled, licking his lips and looking back to the bird. Why was he washing up? He wouldnt be against eating the thing.. "I wanted to show you, not the wenches. I dont care what they think, and you shouldnt either." He said, a frown marring his features.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 8:06 am
Pizarro "There's nothing wrong with me," Zarro huffed, backing away from his brother's close regard. "I enjoy what I do." And he did do things he enjoyed, too. He liked messing with plants and he liked playing in the water. He liked talking to the wenches, too, even though Schy apparently disdained that activity. Zarro liked how they were always nice to him and said things about how he would be so big and strong when he grew up. That was what he wanted to do. He just didn't want to have to do the necessary work to get that way. "And I saw. It was very impressive the way they all flew up like that. And they didn't even poop on you. You must have been very fast." What more did Schy want him to say? Zarro hoped the wenches would call them back for lunch soon, even though his stomach was still a little grouchy from the bloody death he'd just witnessed. Schylar Schylar shook his head. He was obviously unconvinced by his brothers convictions of enjoying his life. To Schylar, it seemed Pizarro did nothing! How did you enjoy doing nothing? He didnt ever see Zarro playing with plants, and so in his mind it didnt happen. Schylar had alot of faults, and most of those came from the pigheaded father that had abandoned Makena after she had conceived. He hated his father for that reason.. He had no idea who his father was, or what he was like. Though mother sometimes had a hard time being around him.. She knew that a few of thec ubs had the drive of the lion that had hurt her so badly. Schylar hated him, if only for that. Sometimes he wondered if his father was very boring, and if thats why Zarro was the way he was. Of course! That was it. And then almost instantly Schy pitied Zarro. He was just like father, that had to be it. Otherwise, why wouldnt he be happy? "Would you like to share it with me? Ill split it with you." Schy said, his last effort in getting close to his brother. He wasnt going to keep pushing tonight, as his patience was wearing thin. He could at least say he had tried, though he hoped his brother didnt push him away again. He just wanted his brother to be a mans lion after all! "And sure, Im sure youre happy." He said, though he really didnt sound convinced.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 8:38 am
Pizarro "Yeah, that'd be nice," Zarro said. There were few things Zarro would have liked less than to share his brother's kill with him in this moment, but the offer was a good thing, and he supposed maybe if he just didn't think about it he'd be all right eating it. At least they were right by the water, so he could drink more seawater if he started feeling nauseated. "I'll meet you over there," he said. "I think I got something yucky on my paw, and I want to try to wash it off before I eat." It was an attempt to get his brother to give him a few moments to collect himself before he had to confront the bleeding bird's body. Though by now it had probably stopped bleeding. That's what dead things did after a while. "I am happy, you know," Zarro said softly to his brother's back. "Really. Just because I don't like the same things you like doesn't mean I don't like anything. Schylar When his brother gave in even a little, Schylar's face obviously lit up and he nodded, excitement on his features. Perhaps his brother wasnt as far gone as he had once believed. So he nodded again, and grinned. "Alright! Ill go over there and just meet me when youre done." He said and smiled, and began making his way over to the dead bird. He didnt hear his brothers final words, but if he had.. He likely would have still kept walking. When it came to Zarro, Schy tried to make things interesting.. But sometimes things just didnt go how he wanted and the brothers relationship suffered a great deal. However it was times like this when he was quite content to have Zarro as family.
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