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transmissions are echoing - Cyrus - August 13, 2013 this is kind of awkward and i tried not to assume too much. i'll change anything if you don't think it's right. <3 To say that leaving Venia Dei (2.0) had been hard would be to produce a half truth. The reality of it was that, while Cyrus missed his parents he was relieved to be out from under them and the shadows of his older brothers. Cyrus had not been born to be another man’s shadow, even if said man was blood. The idea of being restrained and shackled, always the fifth, sixth, seventh in line though his claim was just as legitimate as any of theirs, did not fit the ideals of Cyrus’ personality. It was not unrealized how vain and selfish that sounded (even in his head), yet Cyrus was not in the habit of lying and when a reason had been requested by Isi and Phoebe when he expressed his desire to leave, this was the reason they received. It wasn’t, so much, Cyrus deflected the arrogant sounds of his thoughts, that he was power hungry. He was well suited for diplomacy, both a natural peacekeeper and fighter, not as contradicting as it sounded. The two, despite being on the opposite sides of spectrum were closely interconnected. It was simply that, he never wanted to be “second” best. And…maybe he was selfish, but was it so selfish to avoid challenging whatever brother (or sister) that would take the helm when his parents settled down? This was not to say they would not be challenged by another, but Cyrus, for all his selfishness, could not forcefully fight and take something that another sibling deserved just as much as he did. RE: transmissions are echoing - Hamied - August 13, 2013 Not sure if my own post makes much sense to even me. Very awkward lmao. Will hopefully get better though! And, if anything needs changed, let me know cause I, too, did some assuming <3 i will sail my vessel ‘til the river runs dry like a bird upon the wind these waters are my sky i’ll never reach my destination if i never try so i will sail my vessel [size=3]’till the river runs dry[/size] He was the smallest of all the pups that had been brought into the world by Isi and Phoebe Frostfur. All the others leaned heavily on the genes that came from their father’s side; larger, stronger, powerful. As a result, the very small male was pretty self-conscious and did his best to not end up being the one picked on. When he did end up picked on, his mother would step in and make it stop. Out of all his siblings, though, there was one that he had latched onto almost from the very start, following him around and being his shadow whenever the older boy would let him. That sibling was Cyrus. So it shouldn’t have surprised anyone when he caught wind of Cyrus wanting to set out on his own that Hamied jumped on that bandwagon, wanting very much to go with him. He hadn’t yet come right out and discussed with Cyrus why he had jumped on the chance to leave with his older brother (older brother by a mere year) instead of remaining home to continue being a momma’s boy. When Cyrus had taken on being the one in charge during their journey, Hamied did not object in the least. The smaller, younger boy was a follower, not a leader at all. Yet he was also selective as to who he willingly followed. Cyrus, though, was one he would readily follow for as long as the older male would allow him to. Hopefully that was going to be for a really long time because he really didn’t want to end up having to turn around and return home where he knew he would face being further picked on by those bigger and stronger than him. “Okay!” the yearling male readily agreed with his brother and set out to do a quick, and silent, scan around the area Cyrus had led them to. Only when the smaller male was satisfied that there was no one else in that particular spot did he rejoin where Cyrus was. “No sign of anyone else around,” he reported to his brother. Flopping down, he stretched out on his side, reaching a dainty paw out toward his much bigger brother to playfully paw at him for a moment. Hamied was very much the oddball in the family; the smallest, the weakest, the timid one, and the only one that did not sport the coat coloring of their parents. RE: transmissions are echoing - Cyrus - August 14, 2013 lol, made some more assumptions. >___> also to clarify cyrus isn't claiming anything, he's using his scent to keep predators at bay. It was unknown how Cyrus could go for a year of his life, unnoticing that Hamied “looked up to him”, probably because, though he never brushed off the younger Frostfur giving Hamied his (Cyrus’) attention when the other boy desired it, Cyrus had never stopped to look closely enough at his “shadow” (so to speak). Hamied was probably the smallest of Isi and Phoebe’s bunch and while this often earned him sympathy from the women of the family (particularly their mother), the other boys/men tended to pick on him. Cyrus, had always felt disgust at his older siblings for picking on him because he was smaller than them, or because he looked, well, entirely different from them. Cyrus had no time for such petty, childish things. Hamied was their blood and though he looked like their great-grandfather via Phoebe’s mother, Fayre Kringle-DiSarinno (whom, as Cyrus understood it, his shadow was named after) he was probably more of a Frostfur then any of the boneheads whom Cyrus had little patience for. Hamied and him, though, the closer that Cyrus examined it, were two of a kind. Both (near) spitting images of great-grandfathers, except Cyrus took after Cypress Frostfur, was even named in part for him. So, essentially, the way Cyrus had always seen it -- picking on Hamied was like picking on him and Cyrus, though he, like Isi, saw the benefits of remaining peaceable, also, wasn’t afraid to giving his siblings a good beating to remind them that they were all family and all equal. It helped that he was taller than all of his brothers, claiming even, a few inches on Isi himself. If it was a battle of dominance over size they had wanted, Cyrus would shamelessly own them, and cease to feel bad about it in the process. RE: transmissions are echoing - Hamied - August 14, 2013 No worries! <3 i will sail my vessel ‘til the river runs dry like a bird upon the wind these waters are my sky i’ll never reach my destination if i never try so i will sail my vessel [size=3]’till the river runs dry[/size] It was because Cyrus, out of all their siblings, was the one that stood up for him the most (not counting their parents) and rarely let the other siblings go without a good butt kicking when they picked on Hamied, which was often. They were merciless with the smaller boy, bringing him to tears more often than not. He didn’t gloat when they got their butts kicked, though, because that wasn’t his way. He just wanted them to stop picking on him so bad. It was hard for him to understand just why the others picked on him so badly. It was definitely something he was not going to miss in the least, though he would miss their parents but that hadn’t been enough to keep him from wanting, so badly, to go with Cyrus. He was just really glad that the older male hadn’t told him no that he couldn’t go and had allowed the younger male to readily tag along. A wide grin spread across his muzzle when Cyrus responded to the playful pawing. It wasn’t often he even bothered trying to get his big brother to play with him because he always seemed so serious, so much more down to earth, or whatever you wanted to call it. So it pleased him very much that Cyrus returned the playful pawing with a playful cuff of his own. Hamied’s tail thumped against the ground behind him as his goofy grin split his face, happiness dancing in his mismatched eyes. He was silent for a few moments while he thought about Cyrus’ question. He was hungry, but he wasn’t so sure that he’d be willing to take down a baby deer. They were cute and fun to watch if they didn’t know you were there. “I’m kinda tired,” he began to answer, thinking about a way to answer without coming right out and saying he didn’t have the heart to kill a baby anything. “Maybe we could find some rabbits?” As long as they weren’t baby rabbits, of course. RE: transmissions are echoing - Cyrus - August 16, 2013 It was good, Cyrus deduced, to see Hamied smile. Though he had not always paid such close attention to the younger Frostfur, Cyrus felt himself struggle to remember the last time the younger boy had smiled that he had noticed it. Cyrus felt a soft snort leave his lips, and he insincerely rolled his eyes at the goofy grin that had split Hamied’s muzzle. “Such a strange kid,” Cyrus teased. Unlike their older siblings, however, he did not mean this in any sort of malicious way. It was purely a jest, because in Cyrus’ mind calling Hamied strange was like calling Cyrus strange because he, too, was different. There was nothing wrong with standing out of the mainframe, Cyrus had always believed. Everyone looked different and their own personalities for a reason. It was not a reason to mock or bully; but most of their siblings were just boneheads, though how they had gotten to be such was clearly, beyond the Huntsman’s (Jr, haha) capabilities of understanding. RE: transmissions are echoing - Hamied - September 06, 2013 i will sail my vessel ‘til the river runs dry like a bird upon the wind these waters are my sky i’ll never reach my destination if i never try so i will sail my vessel [size=3]’till the river runs dry[/size] It was probably a good thing that Hamied was unaware that Cyrus hadn’t before paid much attention to things about him, like when the last time he’d smiled so widely before, purely because he looked up to Cyrus so much. He didn’t know that Cyrus hadn’t paid attention to the fact that he had an almost constant shadow before they’d left home. The younger boy wasn’t at all upset about the playful teasing from his big brother because Hamied knew that it wasn’t being done in the same manner their other siblings teased him. They were merciless with their teasing and stuff. It was nice to be away from all that, to be honest, though he did miss their parents. But he was with Cyrus and that made it hurt less to be away from their mom and dad. “Okay,” he readily accepted Cyrus’ offer to go hunting alone. Hamied really was tired from their travels. He tried hard to keep it to himself but his paws were a little on the sore side. “I’ll pick out a spot for us to bed down for the night after we eat!” His tail beat against the ground as he grinned up at his big brother. He knew that he was safe with Cyrus, even if he wasn’t right there. That was what had helped him be able to say goodbye to their parents to happily follow along with Cyrus. Although the younger boy quite frequently told his parents that he loved them, he’d not actually said it to Cyrus but only because their other siblings had picked on him so harshly when they’d overheard him saying it to their father one day. |