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Posted on April 8, 2011 at 02:31:15 AM by Gawain
Gawain all but plodded down the corridor, hands in his pockets with a frown on his face. By his side Seth padded along, a scolding look on his face. He was struggling to not knock things off of the walls in his large Sefert form, but it was better to intimidate the young prince into behaving. ﾓI still don't understand why he gets one and I don't.ﾔ He huffed and kicked at a bit of imaginary dirt. ﾓThere isn't a reason, young prince, it just happens. You'll have to ask your father how he got his, because your mother has had me for as long as she can remember. You see, I just came along and hatched.ﾔ He heaved his massive shoulders, knocking a hanging but saving it from falling with his tail in a swift movement. ﾓNow stop complaining and go and play with your brother.ﾔ He gave the dark haired boy a gentle shove and continued along towards the corridor, swishing his tail and knocking over a plant pot but carrying on oblivious. The young prince stuck out his tongue at the only authority figure about ﾖ the tail of his mother's familiar ﾖ then opened the door into the room where his brother had all but been confined. He was startled by a thud and looked at Tristan, who must have landed with a heavy thud on the floor. Eavesdropping, thought the purple eyed prince, staring at his emerald eyed sibling. ﾓI'm supposed to come and play with you.ﾔ He said with a groan, before shooting a glare at Celidon and plonking himself on one of the chairs unhappily. Although they were siblings they couldn't look more different. Gawain looked much more like his grandfather than his father, with blacker than black hair, slightly tanned skin, and a thin figure. His eyes were his mothers, despite the colour difference. His brother looked much more like his father. He didn't like this, but sibling rivalry was normal, and you can't blame the boy for being jealous. Someone with a familiar is never alone, and the boy didn't like to be alone. Everyone in his family had a familiar except him, so he felt abnormal. It didn't help that he didn't look like anyone he was related to ﾖ unless you knew Mallos, of course, which he didn't ﾖ if it weren't for the eyes, you wouldn't think he was related to any of them. ﾓSo what do you want to play?ﾔ He asked his brother. Tristan always got to choose, he was too small to hold a sword, unless it was made of wood. Which just took the fun out of it.  original image by camelride10000 at flickr.com |
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- may it be, when darkness falls - By tristan and celidon April 8, 2011 at 04:29:22 PM
- Sing it for the ones that'll hate your guts - By Gawain April 12, 2011 at 01:27:11 AM
- may it be, when darkness falls - By tristan and celidon April 27, 2011 at 01:41:32 AM
- Sing it for the ones that'll hate your guts - By Gawain April 12, 2011 at 01:27:11 AM
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