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He really, really wanted to shoot something back, shove her face in the dirt until she took the words back, but he was focused on the strange angle of her tail, the way it was most definitely broken. He closed his mouth sharply, began pacing his way in a circle around her, almost frantic. He didn't know how to fix broken things, that's why he always got someone else to help, and certainly not bones.
What did you do to my tail?! He stumbled to a halt, stared back at it again and didn't respond for a few moments. "It's fine —" he realized that wouldn't work, so he winced again, "It is not fine. We can fix it, look," he bounded off, not far, and after a few minutes returned with a somewhat flat piece of wood, set it down and measured it to her crooked tail. He looked around frantically.
"We could straighten it? I just need cobwebs or vines or something," he didn't bother keeping up his more formal speech pattern now that he was panicked, "it might be a little, small bit broken — but we can fix it! I can fix it, I just need vines or cobwebs or something, so you're going to have to suck it up and give me a moment."
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Post by achromatic on Jan 21, 2022 20:03:17 GMT -5
She didn't trust her brother to fix anything; he always acted so smart but she was certain he knew nothing about how to actually fix that broken tail of hers, and now that the adrenaline was starting to wear off a little, she could feel the sharp pain that was stinging from her tail. She gritted her teeth, shooting Laertes another glare. "You can't fix anything," she snapped, "you're the one who broke it! You're just going to make it worse!"
She hated giving up on a competition, especially one she knew she deserved to win; gods why did she save him anyway? "Ugh, you're so stupid, Laertes," she was grumpy, the pain now making her lash out, "–and useless, all you know how to do is fall off things and get everyone into your mess, why can't you just not trip or something?"
Nour immediately turned around, the pain now making her eyes sting. "I'm going to go find mommy," she hissed, "and you better not get yourself killed!"
He didn't know what he was doing, but the only way he had been learning was by just doing, until he failed and tried again, or got it right. He was going to go get something to fix it, at least just enough so it would heal properly, dive straight in and expect the best results, but she fixed him with a glare. A feeling of indignation rose.
Ugh, you're so stupid, Laertes. This wasn't like the taunts she usually gave. It was mean, personal, and he couldn't help when he grew defensive, when he returned her heat.
"And you're a reckless idiot, I wouldn't be so worried about me dying, I'd think about yourself first. You should be good at that!" He was almost offended, she didn't seem to realize just what he was doing for her, though he'd never said a word, and he still felt like she owed him something. I'm going to go find mommy. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it quickly to gather his wits.
He went to follow, but wasn't exactly hurrying to catch up, like he was giving her a chance to turn around, "Why? Don't go cry to her! I know what I'm doing." When his words went unacknowledged, and instead of reevaluating the way he was speaking, it only made him want to chew her out more. Finally he stopped, both metaphorically and physically trying to put his foot down. It was more out of frustration, a hint of annoyance at her sudden outburst.
"Come, Nour!" He called again, like she was a disobedient pet that had run off.
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Post by achromatic on Jan 22, 2022 10:17:14 GMT -5
She gave him an affronted look, as if looking upon a cockroach on the ground rather than a brother right now. He was calling her reckless? Nothing irked her more than someone being a hypocrite with her. "Yeah?" she leered, "who's the one who didn't know how to climb a tree and almost fell to their death?" Her eyes were blazing. "At least when I'm reckless, I take care of myself instead of plummeting to my death and hoping my sister will save my ass."
A scowl was still on her face as she disappeared into the bushes, only thing going back to Laertes were her irritated words. "At least when I'm doing something reckless, I don't get hurt, and better, I don't end up crashing into someone and breaking their tail!" She didn't even know whether it was broken or not, but frankly, it didn't matter. His command made her blood boil.
"Fuss off, Laertes," she snarled back, "you're not the boss of me, and I'll be surprised if momma doesn't claw your ears off!" She was starting to get worse, and gods, her tail really was starting to hurt now, as her eyes began to water. She wasn't going to cry in front of that idiot brother of hers, she told herself. She wasn't!
He made an exasperated sort of sound, the type you made when you tried to get so many words out that they all ran into each other and formed something gibberish. He gave it a moment before continuing, "I didn't ask you to do that — you ran towards me! I would have been fine anyway. It wasn't even that far of a drop!" He narrowed his eyes as she went into the bushes and only moved when she began to fully disappear from view. His demand hadn't worked, which only somewhat confused him, because he hadn't given her the blatant option to refuse, and yet she didn't falter.
"I may as well be, I'm the most reasonable one. You've got nothing but dumb luck," he'd caught up to her by now, resisting the urge to keep her from telling by force, and instead shimmied ahead to walk just in front of her, turning backwards so he could still face her.
Despite his anger at her — something that was perhaps unreasonable, considering he had probably broken her tail — he still felt sorry, but he wouldn't say it out loud. It just felt weak, embarrassing, so instead he fixed her with a rather earnest look, "You can hit me back and make it even, come on! I wouldn't tell on you," ignoring all the times he had, when they were young and hadn't yet left their room, and when he'd make things up just because he was petty and felt like it.
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Post by achromatic on Jan 22, 2022 21:25:33 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes, her brother was being just so ridiculous. "If you weren't going to get hurt landing on the ground, then why did I get hurt, huh?" she scowled, flashing him another dark look, "face it, it would've either been your leg snapped or your face smashed in. Personally, I would've chosen the face, it'd be an improvement to your ugly mug!"
Her head was still lifted with arrogance, as he tried to catch up; she wasn't going to lose face, especially not in front of her dumb brother. She was the older sister, and she was the much cooler, fun, and charismatic sibling too, thank you very much. There was no weakness to be seen when it was Laertes looking at her, that was for sure. "If it's luck why am I the one with a broken tail because of you, and you're the one who fell out of a tree without even a twisted paw. You're the idiot who just thinks you're smart." She stamped her foot down. "There's a difference."
Still, the comment about hitting him back made her expression shift, to a darker, more sinister smile. "Are you sure?" she taunted, a laugh leaving her mouth at the offer, "you know I can hit pretty hard, right? You sure you're not going to be a crybaby? You're going to spend forever making this up to me."
"Because! I landed. On. You! Obviously you were going to get hurt that way!" Laertes put as much emphasis as he possibly could onto each word — what was it that she wasn't getting? He really wanted to knock some sense into her, but he refrained. He rolled his eyes. "You're acting like I've never fallen before, I'm not delicate."
Outwardly, he ignored the comment towards his face (it stung a little, sure, and he also wanted to point out how rat-like she was, but again he refrained), and instead focused on her other words, "it's dumb luck for a reason — you've got the dumb. And I'm not the idiot. I know things." He wouldn't elaborate, but it was indeed true. He tried to force some semblance of calm. Maybe he was getting too worked up, the insults were petty and obviously getting them nowhere.
Are you sure? He nodded, completely and utterly serious, "yes, yes, whatever. I'm sure I'll be fine," he huffed, but lifted a paw to stop her in her tracks, sat down right in front of her and kept his back straight so she could have a clear shot, "you can't tell on me after, because we'll be even. And then you can get over it."
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Post by achromatic on Jan 22, 2022 22:09:35 GMT -5
She huffed, before eyeing him with her bug-eyed glare. "Oh yeah?" she sneered, "who was it that was soooooo scared to go down the stairs he almost peed himself? Who's the one who always tells dad to wait up for them?" Nour was the type to fan the flames, and even in a moment like this, she couldn't help but taunt him somehow.
"What do you know, huh?" she retorted, "you clearly don't know how to climb trees properly so I don't really have that much hope for you. At all. You just think you're sooooo smart because you don't like playing our games, idiot." She had called him one just to piss him off. A smirk appeared on her face, and her claws immediately lashed out, crashing to the side of his face. "You think me hitting you once is enough to make up for this?!" she cackled, as if Laertes had told her a stupid little joke, "you've got to be kidding. Hm...maybe if you let Cordelia and Tilly dress you up in that little outfit they were making and let me drag you to auntie Chelsea so she can teach me how to fight for two moons, we can call it even."
Of course, she had never mentioned anything about not telling mother, but she wasn't going to mention it at all.
He wanted to snap back just as he'd been doing, but his words came out as a mumble, "I'm not like that anymore." He felt embarrassed at the very mention of how scared he used to be — he still was, in a quieter way, he let his anxious demeanor out around his family, but any other time it was all kept to himself. When she lashed out at him, it didn't register for the first few seconds, and then he brought a paw to his face, pulled back to see speckles of blood from where it was beginning to bubble. Really, he'd expected her to hesitate at least. Before he could even give a proper reaction other than a bewildered look, she was laughing, speaking more demands because somehow it wasn't enough.
His wide-eyed look narrowed into an almost offended one, "fine, fine, they can do whatever — but I don't have time for aunt Chelsea — can't you take yourself?" He didn't bring up the fact that Chelsea intimidated him, though he did sound genuine. Kier's schedule was demanding, it was why he was out so much, and even today his anxiety had been on the backburner considering he wasn't even supposed to be here.
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Post by achromatic on Jan 26, 2022 11:11:10 GMT -5
Spite was a heavy motivator for Nour, and his embarrassment seemed to spur it on. "Are you not?" she sneered, "little baby Laertes, always hiding behind mommy because you know that if she wasn't there, you'd never survive out here on your own." She was angry, full of rage and vindication in her glowering gaze.
What was so bad with hanging out with aunt Chelsea anyway? Not to mention this was for him too; the little brat needed to learn how to fend for himself and who best to teach that other than their lovely assassin? Nour only ever had heart eyes for her aunt, after all. "No," she snapped, before stepping forward, narrowing her eyes at him, "what do you have that's more important, huh? More important than family?"
She wasn't blind. "You've been sneaking out a lot," she pointed out, "who are you seeing? A girl? A boy? Some clan cat? That's more important than your family? I see how it is."
He was backed in a corner, and all he could do was shake his head at the claims, because Nour had no idea what she was talking about. Nour had no idea what he was doing, and a part of him wanted to tell her just to rub it in her stupid face, but the other didn't want her to attempt to seek our Kier herself.
"I'm not," he tried to make his voice as firm and honest as he could, but there was a shrillness to it. Certainly he didn't need his mother's protection or his father's words or Nour's bothering.
You've been sneaking out a lot. His ears flattened, "it's none of your business," he stood taller, adjusting himself from where he had previously been getting lower and lower towards the ground, "you'll thank me eventually. But trust me when I say I do not need aunt Chelsea to teach me things that I already know. You wouldn't last a day in my paws." He could have been less vague, he could have mentioned it was for them, and perhaps he could have been less confident in his abilities — he'd only just started training, after all, and there were moons and moons to go until he could do anything of importance.
Nour's own sense of self-importance had always been in tip-top shape; it wasn't even due to the fact that their parents practically ruled the league, but because frankly, her own need for excitement had made her feel as if she was completely immune to silly little things like getting injured or dying. This was the first time anything had happened to her despite her constant adventures jumping off of high places or sliding down the banisters of the old mansion, but even that hadn't dulled her belief that somehow, she was immune to death.
"I won't last a day in your paws?" she echoed in disbelief, as if baffled that Laertes would even dare imply such a thing, "what's so special and important that you think you're better than me?" Her small ears flicked in irritation. "You think flirting with girls is more important? Or are you trying to sneak out and train with someone just to get an upper paw?"
Amusement glittered in her eyes, but they were cold, unlike the usual teasing glimmer that sparkled whenever she batted at his ears playfully as she strutted around the mansion. "I bet I could beat you in whatever stupid challenge you give me," she sneered, also standing just as tall, except her nose was raised in a way that didn't need some false masquerade of power; she believed she already had it, "better keep your little girlfriends or boyfriends away from me, maybe I'll steal them away just for a little fun."
"There's no flirting anywhere!" He growled, the feeling of wanting to pull his ears off growing more and more with every word she spoke. I bet I could beat you in whatever stupid challenge you give me. His look of irritation quickly turned into one of thought, and his eyebrows raised in conclusion, "fine, then. Come along." He turned suddenly, traversed through the undergrowth and out into the clearer parts of the forest, still walking, hardly checking to make sure Nour was following, though the patter of paws gave it away. Leading her around trees and bits of marsh, he didn't stop until the rumbling of a small waterfall grew louder, louder, until they were standing beside a frosted pool.
It was still cold, enough that the ground beneath them was solid and icy in places, enough that his breath could fog the air, and it was all the more amplified by the water. Ice crusted the edges. It was the same pool he had dragged himself into. He sat back and looked towards Nour.
"Get in, then," Laertes touched a paw to the water but pulled it back quickly, "go in as deep as you could go. Then go deeper." Truly, he didn't expect her to do it at all, though he never expected himself to have done it, and yet here he was.
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Post by achromatic on Jan 29, 2022 8:41:48 GMT -5
oh my god you're drowning her and giving her hypothermia...rest in peace nour
She smirked at him. "Sure there isn't," she spoke, clearly not believing his words. Still, despite her broken tail, she was curious. She needed to know what he had been doing, and as they finally ended up in the clearing of the marsh, she could only admire it, the rock pillars were real. She knew her father had spoken of them, and they had been in the marsh but she had yet to truly see it in all of it glory, framing the waterfall like so. She stared for a few moments, before turning to Laertes again.
Her brow furrowed in suspicion. "You know drowning me in water doesn't really fix the fact that you broke my tail, right?" she snorted, amused, "as if mother's going to forgive you for that by having you drag a frozen icicle back to her."
Still, she never backed down from a challenge, and Eshek had taught her how to swim after all. It wasn't spectacular; it was actually in the sink of the mansion really, but it was still enough to imbue Nour with a confidence that she wouldn't drown. She turned to him with a sneer, before closing her eyes and falling into the water.
The water stung her eyes, and it took her a while to get used to not rubbing it with her paws. She wasn't aware of silly things like eye infections or what not, which she probably should've been, but gods, it really was freezing. The shock seemed to have stung her like a bee, and she felt more like a drowned rat than ever. Her head was above water for a moment, pulling in a shaky breath, trying not to breathe too quickly. That was how she'd die, she was certain. It was like fighting her own instinct. Sucking in a deeper breath, she dove in.
She could hold her breath comfortably at first, and strange as it was, the water began to feel warm. Was that her, or was that the water? She didn't know. Her paws were numb as she paddled downwards, but the frozen numbness was better than the sharp pain when it came to her tail. She wouldn't let Laertes win, not over her dead body, after all, and she continued floating under, trying to reach the bottom of this pond. The roaring sound of the waterfall was like white noise in her head.
The first few minutes were always easy. Almost anyone could hold their breath for a minute, but past that, the body had a mind of its own. She swore she could see it, the bottom through it all, when she felt the first contraction. It felt like a hiccup, and she stilled, confused to what it was, before trying once more. Another hiccup. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to relax. Stay still. Another.
Why are you doing this? There was another voice inside of her head. She had never heard that voice before. Confusion lit her expression. Another contraction. What are you doing? You're horrible at this.
You're a failure.
You'll be the nail in your family's coffin.
Weak. Useless. You can't even be better than your baby brother. How will you ever follow your aunt Chelsea's footsteps?
The voice scared her. She didn't know what it was. Her body was demanding her to breathe, using whatever it took to get her to resurface.
From the top, there was no reaction, no bubbles on the surface. The pond was still silent.
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He tried to keep up his smug look as she stepped into the water, though his annoyance grew at her willingness, her ease, and he sat back with furrowed brows, tail twitching. He kept underestimating her, again and again, and she always seemed to get the best of him. There was a wiggling, sick little thought in the back of his head — let her drown — but he chased it away immediately with a look of disgust. The Kier influence, he would call it. He watched with slight interest as she went deeper, clearly better than he had been the first time around (of course she was, Nour was just good at everything), before he noticed her slow. Still, he sat by, watched as his anxiety grew and yet didn't move to do a thing.
Finally, after getting sick of watching, he spoke up, "you can get out now." Why was she going under water? He rolled his eyes, spoke louder this time, "Nour, get out." He waited, watched with unblinking eyes, growing nervous, growing apprehensive. The minutes seemed to slow, and time seemed sluggish. Seconds felt like minutes until finally it clicked and he was thrown back into the thick of things.
"Oh great gods," he bolted up, towards the edge of the water, and gave a nervous dance on his paws, turned in a half circle like it would help, "are you drowning!?" There was no answer. He almost screamed. After mustering up the courage, he ran in after, the water so familiar as it dragged at his legs until he had no choice but to swim. He hated every second of it. Far enough out now, he dove under, eyes open and burning, as he clamped his teeth around Nour's scruff, struggling to find the direction up, struggling to drag her along, but eventually, after way too long, he broke the surface. His first instinct was to take a great, gasping breath, but that would involve letting go of his sister, and so he settled in on a shaky inhale through his nose. Laertes could hardly feel his body anymore, and the chill was beginning to burn, but he was able to drag her close to the shore, where the pond floor had risen just enough to allow him to drop her momentarily, struggle for air until he could pick her up again and drop her on the ground, safe from the waters clutches.
For a moment, his mind blanked on what to do — he didn't know the way to the fire, and he wasn't even sure if those same twolegs were there anymore — so he settled beside her, wrapped himself around as much as he could, nudged her with his nose and, when that didn't work, he went straight to hitting her over the head, gentle enough not to be too painful, but not enough that it didn't hurt at all.
"You weren't supposed to go under, you imbecile!" He clung a little tighter, as if his own cold body would warm her at all. He wasn't sure what he could do, and a dread settled in his stomach.
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Post by achromatic on Feb 4, 2022 18:10:33 GMT -5
gold why
She was so cold she couldn't feel anything; and for a moment, she felt like she was on fire, and then suddenly, she could see herself in the water. She was there, sinking in water only coloured by the darkness of their wine-red waves. It was dark, and it was cold, and gods, she felt compelled by it somehow. It was inviting her in. It was telling her, whispering things to her, and for a moment, she saw everything with clarity like an oracle of the gods, filled with the eldritch madness of understanding more than her tiny brain could comprehend.
It was a knowledge of the gods, the most taboo. She was life, she was death, she was the esoteric form of existence. In her hallucinatory mind, she saw the world and all of its secrets, images and thoughts she couldn't comprehend, some hidden knowledge she couldn't comprehend, couldn't make use of yet she could see it. She was reaching for a god she couldn't name, reaching for the meaning of death itself...
She could see her body being pulled to the surface. She opened her mouth to scream, to yell at the other cat, to tell him to stop, there were still things she wanted to know, wanted to see...
Coughing water out, she was in her body again. She wiggled her toes, her eyes opening blearily to her brother's face, her fur clinging to her skinny frame like wet cement.
Her skin felt like fire.
"Why did you pull me out?" her voice was weak, waterlogged, "I saw god down there."
He began licking the top of her head, brushing her fur backwards to reach the skin underneath (though it wouldn't take much), and for a few terrifying moments, he was terrified that she wouldn't wake, that she would stay cold and still forever. And then she shifted, and then she coughed up water, and then she was looking at him, eyes half-closed, and he almost burst into tears. It was really hitting him now. He had almost killed Nour. He had almost killed his sister.
Why did you pull me out? He wanted to be angry. Why? Why had he pulled her out? She would be dead, and it would be on him. His fur stuck uncomfortably to his skin, and slowly his ears flattened, slightly lodged with water. "You didn't see anything down there, you weren't supposed to go under," he repeated, like it would free him of the guilt that it was his fault she went there in the first place. He should have simply let her go home.
"you almost died and your greatest concern is the fact I pulled you out?" He lifted his head, looked around as if help would come rushing out immediately, but he knew he had to take her back. Still, he shifted closer.
"Can you walk? Or … move? Or something?" It was difficult to keep his tone gentle when he was stressing, worried, angry and high-strung, and it came out clipped. "We've got to get some place warmer."
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Post by achromatic on Feb 8, 2022 16:03:12 GMT -5
Her lips were starting to turn blue, and she couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine, that trembled at her paws and made her voice shake so strangely that she nearly bit off her tongue. "I did see something," she protested, her eyes glowing as she looked at him, pupils shrinking as she stared into the distance. "I s-saw mys-self down there, except I w-wasn't in myself. I was outside of m-my body and I w-was this...this...." She could tell he couldn't believe her. She could tell that he'd never believe her.
It had changed her worldview really, and yet here she was, in her own body with knowledge beyond her own ability, the understanding that no one would ever take any of that seriously had dawned on her, and she was there, staring at the tom like some mad creature, one who knew what it was like to be a creature beyond the mere shape of a cat, a creature that had seen the truth of the universe and yet, unable to reckon with it, unable to understand it all.
"I'm fine," she clenched her teeth as she took a step forward, stumbling at how numb her paws felt. In fact, her whole body was numb. "L-let's get back before d-dad finds out," she shuddered, stumbling forward again as she tripped over her own paws.
"Nour?" a voice could be heard in the distance, "Laertes?"
Her words made him uneasy, and he wanted nothing more than to shut the very idea down that something had been down there. Even as she fought for her story, there was something quiet and cold about it, and paired with the words themselves, the idea that she hadn’t been alone, it terrified him. He wanted to shake her around, knock back in that loose sense she had, but he only let out a long, trembly sigh, turned his head forward towards the stretch of woods, towards home. It wasn’t long before he looked back again, her movement had sent a jolt of panic through his chest and he immediately tried to stabilize her, frantic. He felt like his heart would give out if she continued.
“You aren’t —“ Nour? Laertes? He paled. Of course, whatever sixth sense parents seemed to have had given their escapade away, and now they were being searched for. He was supposed to bring her back, but now he didn’t feel so ready for that. Still, he tried to own it up, take it like the strong little warrior he was, and so, helping Nour up and letting her lean on him, not allowing anything else, he took a few hesitant steps forward.
“Yeah? Here!” His voice was still feeble and weak, a cracking, nervous sound.
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Post by achromatic on Feb 12, 2022 11:39:28 GMT -5
Bermondsey had wondered where the two were. It was starting to get dark, and the cold creep of the chilly wind was beginning to colour the air. Where were the kits? He knew they were often sneaking out–the two were old enough by now to go wherever they wanted to sometimes–but it was rare to have them stay out so late. When he heard the small voice, he immediately felt a chill in his heart. It sounded like Laertes was in danger, or worse, hurt.
"Laertes?" he called again, as he ran through the forest. Where were they? He seemed almost desperate as he searched for them, almost missing the two of them, when he spotted them in the distance. "Laertes! Nour!"
The tom knew something was wrong almost immediately, when he noticed how they weren't racing towards him, how they were just crouched on the ground, staring up at him. "What's wrong?" he immediately asked, his green eyes staring at Laertes imploringly, only stopping when he noticed Nour, shivering next to him, completely soaked. He immediately pulled her close, rasping his tongue across her wet fur. "What happened?" his voice had turned stern, the same voice he'd use with the hunters rather than his own kits.
