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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jan 12, 2005 19:52:00 GMT -5
"He's annoying as heck," answers Roanoke, tossing his head arrogantly. "But cute... for a bigmouth, I suppose." OOC: My but Roanoke is flippant with insults, isn't he?
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Post by Epesi on Jan 12, 2005 21:31:50 GMT -5
OOC: Oh, just a bit, eh? BIC: "Uh...yeah," says Tuke, tilting his head. So far the conversation seems to be a bit slow, but he tries again. "And then there's Kenai, eh. He's kinda funny sometimes, but he's not bad if yah get to know him..."
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jan 12, 2005 21:36:07 GMT -5
"He's nervous and under the delusion that some of his jokes are funny," comments Roanoke.
"But tell, me my sons. How old were you when you were seperated from Dulcis?"
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jan 20, 2005 19:11:11 GMT -5
"And," continues Roanoke. "You two are certain old enough. Why don't you have mates of your own?"
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Post by Epesi on Jan 20, 2005 19:57:22 GMT -5
"Old enough," says Rutt shortly to the first question, slightly defensive. Tuke speaks up, "About when hoof-for-brains here was a yearling, eh."
The second question leaves the brothers in silence, and some minutes go by without reply. Finally, Tuke speaks up again.
"Well, eh, I could have got a mate, but I didn't think Rutt was ready to...be on his own, you know, and..." Rutt snorts. "Yeah, right, eh. You couldn't get a female to look at you twice." Tuke bristles. "Well, maybe that's because they can't stand to be around your skunk smell, eh?" "Yeah, well, maybe the does want substance, eh? You're dumber than a, than a...than a moose, eh." "Dumber than a moose?" Tuke stares. "What does that make you, eh? A wolverine?" Rutt blinks. "Oh. Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, that's right, eh, I'm a wolverine." The younger brother unexpectedly breaks out into laughter, and Tuke shortly follows suit.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jan 21, 2005 17:24:29 GMT -5
"Okay okay forget I asked about the mates," grumbles Roanoke, tossing his head in embrassment. "How did you get seperated from your mother anyway?"
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Post by Epesi on Jan 22, 2005 9:44:47 GMT -5
Still recovering from the laughing fit, Tuke shrugs, nonchalant. "We left."
"Have we found your glacier yet, Tuke?" Though Rutt can see as clearly as anyone that no glacier is in sight, he asks anyway to change the subject. "No, but it's not far, eh." "Well, how far is not far?" Tuke paws the ground, avoiding Rutt's gaze. "A couple days' walk." He glances quickly at Rutt, looking away almost immediately. "We'll be there by the day after tomorrow. That is, if someone doesn't make us stop every five minutes, eh."
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jan 22, 2005 18:08:17 GMT -5
Roanoke rolls his eyes- sounds like another fight. What happened to his sons? Why were they so stupid?!?
Shaking his head, the sire shakes his head and trots away from his offspring, burying his red muzzle in the cold river.
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Post by Epesi on Jan 22, 2005 18:48:01 GMT -5
As the brothers continue their walking and casual bickering, they don't notice when Roanoke splits off to go to the river.
After a minute or two, Rutt looks around, and stops in his tracks. "Hey, did Dad take a detour?" "What?" Tuke turns on his hoof. Sure enough, Roanoke is nowhere to be seen, with thick foliage between the brothers and the riverbank.
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jan 22, 2005 21:59:22 GMT -5
Roanoke stops drinking and stares at his reflection. "Those idiots," he snarls in a loud voice. "I would have never had calves had I known they would turn to out to be such pea-brained ungulates."
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Post by Epesi on Jan 23, 2005 12:38:34 GMT -5
Rutt flicks an ear in Roanoke's direction, and turns his head as the bull moose speaks to himself, not too far from the brothers. Tuke stares, mouth slightly open, as he listens to Roanoke's soliloquy. After a moment, he shakes his head, and turns back to the trail.
"Let's go, eh." Rutt follows him halfheartedly, occasionally casting a dejected look over his shoulder at the trees by the river.
The minutes drag on in silence, as the two brothers walk alone. Then, Rutt speaks up.
"Hey, Tuke...what's an ungulate, eh?"
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jan 23, 2005 16:34:58 GMT -5
Shaking his head, Roanoke stalks through the bushes. His dark eyes survery the trampled ground, seeing the hoof prints. One snuff tells him that they marks belong to Rutt and Tuke- and worse, they were here several minutes ago... "They heard," he gasps. He bows his antlered head as something slashes his heart, something unbearably painful.
It is guilt.
"Rutt!! Tuke!! Come back!!" he cries, running after his offspring.
OOC: And thus the plot thickens! ;D
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jan 29, 2005 23:11:07 GMT -5
"Tuke, Rutt, please!!" he pants, galloping along their hoofprints. "Listen to me!! I can explain!!"
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Post by EbonyPatriot on Jan 31, 2005 20:11:56 GMT -5
Roanoke's ears cock with hope as the siblings come into view. "RUTT!!! TUKE!!! PLEASE!!! YOU HAVE TO WAIT!!!" he screams, charging towards them.
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Post by Epesi on Jan 31, 2005 23:01:34 GMT -5
The brothers keep walking, as they begin to hear Roanoke's calls. Rutt lowers his ears, but looks over his shoulder again. "Gee...maybe we should hear 'im out."
Tuke snorts in disgust. "What is there to explain, eh? That he was really talking about his other idiot sons?"
Rutt looks thoughtful for a moment. "Really, yah think?"
At that moment, Roanoke's calls sound even closer than before, and the brothers turn to meet the bull's charge. "YOU HAVE TO WAIT!"
Tuke looks at his brother. "Really? How's that, eh?" For once there is a tone of sarcasm to his words.
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