Stavanger Bay where the watermelons grow

for lil sis  ♥ @Julep
ALSO forgive my weird writing, i'm still tryna get a grip on this guy lol

isengrim knew he was the eldest, and he didn't shy away from making it known. each step was a parade, and he flaunted his fortunate birth order wherever he could. however, he had a soft spot, as all little boys did; the equally small, pale girl that he would come to know as his rock. disregarding the smaller beings that lived alongside them (who he assumed were some insignificant, lower lifeforms that hovered somewhere between siblings and invaders?), he found himself closest to the girl anywhere he could.

he didn't get it yet, but what he felt was protective urge, and this would become his sole duty in life and one true purpose, to take care of his lil sis' and fend off boys wether she needed it or not. for now, however, he would continue to terrorise her in any way he could with his limited capabilities and follow up by licking her face. it was really the only form of apology he knew (or was willing to give).

"juuuuuuu?" he was yet to atone to her since their previous quarrel that morning, and he jabbed his nose at the rear of his sister; seeking and commanding her attention.

Birth-order was nowhere yet in Julep's very limited vocabulary... And as such, she did not care that Isengrim had been firstborn. The fiery Cairn had terrorized him before just as much as she'd been subject to her brother's bullying, and the tugging would go back and forth for as long as her tiny muscles kept growing and her instincts remained lupine.

"Offf!" she she barked at the sudden butt-bumping, and then the tiniest-yet fiercest of growls arose from Julep's fiery depths. She had not forgotten the events of that morning, nor had her sore skin forgotten Isengrim's teeth. She rolled around to her belly, leaving the piece of meat she'd been trying to eat for the past hour forgotten, and focused on the boy's stoopid blue eyes with a scowl. "Stoooop isn'Green!" she commanded, still butthurt about that morning.

he would soon come to realise that julep didn't need him at all. just kidding, he would never admit to her begin fully capable without him. however, that didn't stop him from not-so-lightly flinching when she yapped at him with as much hostile as a little sister could carry. she was scary, ok? but it was not that, that caught his attention but what exactly she had dared to say.

"joop!?" he screeched, peering behind her butt to meet her snarky gaze. how dare she! mouth hung open in a somewhat oh-no-she-di-in't  baffled awe, he could not break from her scowling face in light of the very recent turn of events.

as far as he was concerned, she had just said a Naughty word.

while he wasn't actually mentally or properly aware of the concept of swearing, he was at least 96.7% sure that she had just done it. he was shocked beyond belief... and somewhat butthurt that she got to do it before he did. "waaaaaaa???" he questioned her moral integrity with a dumbfounded gaze. what could this all mean? was she now some sort of higher order being, that now she had done it, she now held all the power? did this mean she was cooler than him? thoughts flooded into his mind -- most of which, he didn't really understand -- and he quickly took action. 

she must be punished.

with hardened, and maybe a bit mischevious eyes did he -- in one quick movement -- extend his mouth and chomp down hard, on her, well, ass cheek.

As though it hadn't been enough to bite Julep's ass in the morning, the little devil she'd been paired with at birth decided to do it again for some reason. Julep shrieked in pain as she jumped away from her brother, but at the moment she turned around to face him her face had become rage and her eyes lit with fiery hell. Julep simply did not comprehend why Isengrim had to be such an annoying little bitch, but she'd been sent to this pitiful existence to contain the monster that was her brother. She knew that much at least, that her purpose in life was to terrorize the boy's very existence. Proof of it was that she'd been armed with fangs and deadly claws of her own, and both were aimed at her instigator in a not so surprisive attack that was meant to subdue the little prick.

should I be concerned that I consider Julep a mature character so soon?

not at all ;)

his sister was wild; much too wild for his taste for now, even in their early stages, could he see the disaster she would impose upon his birthright. she would grow to be a force to be reckoned with in a way he felt unfair, for he was the eldest and he, the strongest. that was what he was supposed to become, but begun to feel threatened by his sister's false superiority. he could not have her steal his limelight, she was a girl. girls were not meant to challenge boys, especially one that was destined to become more than she would ever be. what was once child's play morphed into something different; true and pure hostility and with it, a sudden flip of mindset that would leave the boy altered for some time. with a hiss did he meet her attack, rearing up and ready to barrel right into her own retaliation and topple her over. why could she not act like a normal, little girl? why did she have to be so brutish like a boy? it would make his life a whole lot easier if she would just sit down and stop trying to prove something she just wasn't and would never be. she would never be as loved as he, never as looked to with admiration as he expected he one day would be. isengrim was superior in every way, and he would make it known to her regardless of her belief that she, little sister, could somehow overcome his awesomeness.