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Post by Jouthren on Nov 27, 2006 17:52:36 GMT -5
"What do you think I mean?! I mean exactly what I said! Why would I want a mate when I've been kicked out by one mate after another! Now I'm kicking Hors out of the picture! It isn't fair to him! I didn't want a mate, okay!" he replied heatedly, he cheeks now red with anger instead of embarressment.
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Post by Shor on Nov 27, 2006 18:11:12 GMT -5
Shor glared down at the other and ran his tongue over his teeth agitatedly. "You know, I really don't think Hors will mind. You're not his type and to be quite blunt, he only even thought of a gaining a mistress to have a steady food source. It isn't like you leaving will be such a blow to him," he said coldly.
"Besides," he said, after a moment, "If you do come to live with me, you'll never be kicked out again." He shrugged. He wasn't really angry...yet, but he was getting there,
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Post by Jouthren on Nov 27, 2006 18:47:37 GMT -5
Ouch... Jouthren huffed, his breath quivering slightly. "Well... Who says I want to live with you anyway? If you're going to say things like that? You treat all your prospective fucks like this?" he asked quietly. "I know I'm just some fuck toy to everyone else... The least you could do is not rub it in my face, you bastard," he hissed.
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Post by Shor on Nov 27, 2006 19:11:26 GMT -5
Huffing, Shor's lip curled back in disdain. "No...Who did say that? I was stupid to assume," he said, voice become like a dagger wrapped in velevet. "And I wasn't trying to rub your face in it, just stating facts. I'm not sure what others' do with or to their mistresses and I have no desire to know. I was just pointing out that since Hors is a submissive much like yourself, neither of you would have gotten much pleasure out of it. Well, perhaps my brother would have, but only because he got a feast out of the deal in return."
The halfbreed elegantly brushed a strand of hair being his pointed ear and gave Jouthren an intense look. He didn't know what exactly he was looking for, but after a moment, he sighed and stood. "Anyways, since you don't want a mate, and you don't want to live with me, I do believe that I will go. I have no other purpose for being here...and you know what? I swear I can almost hear the whores down in the red light district screaming my name. All this anger is making me feel rather hungry, after all," he murmured as he stood.
Long piano fingers quickly brushed against Jouthren's cheek almost as if in farewell before the youth headed out the door.
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Post by Jouthren on Nov 27, 2006 19:22:14 GMT -5
Jouthren almost felt like crying, watching the other leave. He hadn't wanted a mate, true, but that didn't mean that it hurt any less when the mate he'd been forced with had practically pushed him aside (not that he hadn't done the same, but he wasn't the one that was walking away) for someone else. The Zercan's heart felt like it was being held in fetters... it wasn't at all pleasant.
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Post by Shor on Nov 27, 2006 21:25:18 GMT -5
Once the door shut, Shor gasped at the tight feeling that seized his insides. It...hurt. It really did, but he had too much pride to turn around and ask for forgiveness. Not that he wanted to really be forgiven...He didn't think he did anything wrong really. Jouthren had already decided that he didn't want a mate, so what did it matter if he threw a few heated words around?
The youth sighed and gently massaged his chest. Well, he had no plans of really going to the red light district. He just got so angry that he...! Ugh! Angry with himself, Shor decided to just head downstairs to his apartment.
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Post by Jouthren on Nov 27, 2006 21:37:08 GMT -5
Jouthren sat glaring at the blurry table... or maybe it wasn't blurry and he was just crying... one or the other. He sniffed quietly before roughly wiping at his eyes. Who did that guy think he was?! Saying all that mean stuff and hurting his feelings! Then again, Jouthren had pretty much said that he didn't want him, not that that was what he'd meant, but that was how it had sounded. Jouthren growled at himself.
"I'm so stupid," he mumbled quietly. 'I pushed him first, so what right do I have to be mad at him? .... Except for the 'whores screaming his name' thing... that was a bit uncalled for. What's he need a whore for, huh? As if kissing me wasn't enough! Ha! I should go find that jerk kick his ass!' he thought angrily. His hands balled into fists as he frowned down at them. With new resolution, he wiped his eyes roughly once more before standing from his chair and marching out of the room and suite.
He quickly set about to trying to pin-point the other's scent, an attempt to locate the man. He followed Shor's smell downstairs to the next level and to a door. Apparently, the brother lived there. Or, at least, Jouthren hoped so. He knocked loudly on the door, waiting for the Incubus/Vampire to answer.
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Post by Shor on Nov 27, 2006 22:46:26 GMT -5
Hazel eyes stared into the depths of Shor's cup, the blood reflecting them back up at him. There were a lot of ithoughts flying through his head, but none of them were actually making sense. He was just...zoning out.
That's why he jumped when there was a knock at his door. Slowly, he stood and moved to open the door. Only,,,when he glanced through the peephle and saw it was Jouthren, he stopped short. "What do you want?" he asked through the door after a few moments. "I...have to get dressed and go out." Of course he was lying, but he hoped the Zercan wouldn't be able to tell through the door.
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Post by Jouthren on Nov 27, 2006 22:49:52 GMT -5
Jouthren scoffed, glaring at the peephole. "I want you to open the damn door," he stated, crossing his arms over his chest. "When I said I didn't want a mate... the 'didn't' was past tense... as in... no longer in the present. So really, you got mad for nothing... and you got me mad for nothing.. and you made me... anyway, open the door, okay?" he demanded. There was no way he was going to admit that Shor had made him cry.
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Post by Shor on Nov 27, 2006 23:01:01 GMT -5
Shor shrugged even though Jouthren couldn't see. He really did want to forgive the other boy...But he was still being blamed...and, well, who was the Zercan to come in and demand he do stuff? "Um...No," he said after a moment, though his heart beat against his chest painfully when he said so. "This 'damn' door is going to stay closed for a bit longer."
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Post by Jouthren on Nov 27, 2006 23:04:18 GMT -5
Jouthren huffed, obviously affronted. "If you don't open this door, you won't have a door!" he threatened, moments away from transforming and attacking the hell out of the wood that kept him from his mate... no matter how mad he was at the other right now.
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Post by Shor on Nov 28, 2006 18:41:49 GMT -5
'Not likely.' Shor rolled his eyes and moved away from the door. He'd get the door soon enough. Just not yet. Besides, what would the boy do? He hardly had enough strength to get destroy the door and if he meant he's take the door down from the hinges, it would probably take a long time to do so.
"Have at it," the halfbreed muttered as he walked away from the door.
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Post by Jouthren on Nov 28, 2006 19:59:45 GMT -5
Jouthren growled loudly, balling his hands into fists. If that's the way he wanted it, then that's the way it was going to be! The Zercan closed his eyes, letting his inner beast take control as his body morphed into its caracal form. His fur was brown that was slightly tinted red, and his golden eyes gleemed with his anger. Without hesitation, he started to attack the door, burrying his sharp claws into the wood and ripping it out in large chunks. '"Have at it" he says! Well then, that's just what I'll do! Not like I'm going to pay for the door! It's his place and his fault!' the boy thought peevishly.
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Post by Shor on Nov 28, 2006 20:24:54 GMT -5
Shor jumped at the sound of something banging on his door. "What the...?" He turned around and walked back over to the entryway to see wat was going on. While he was watching, a claw appeared through a small hole that was slowly forming and the halfbreed wanted to hit himself.
Of course! Jouthren was a Zercan...He'd forgotten about that and their ability to transform. Angry with himself and especially at the youth tearing at his door, he unlatched the obstacle in Jouthren's path and wretched it open. "What are you doing?!" he asked, angrily. "Jeskara! I didn't say I wouldn't open it! Just not yet! Are you such a brat that you can't wait outside the door for several moments?"
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Post by Jouthren on Nov 28, 2006 20:43:47 GMT -5
When the door was flung open, Jouthren had barely enough time to retract his claws before letting his front paws fall back to the floor. When the man tried to reprimand him, all he did was stare up at him. Had he been in his more human-like form, he would made a snarky comment- something along the lines of 'you told me to', but seeing as he was not... well, he stayed quiet. Instead, he went to his heap of clothes located on the floor, grabbed his pants between his teeth, and carried them into the room. There was no way he was going to go anywhere near this man without having some type of clothing on or near, considering the treatment he'd recieved in Hors' apartment. Jouthren knew that, eventually, he would have to change back to his other form, and he would be ready when it happened.
Once he was in the other's apartment, he let the pants fall to the ground before sitting and staring up at Shor again. He wanted to say that he wasn't a brat, and that it was his own fault for not opening it sooner... and for hurting his feelings. They were mates... weren't they supposed to get along?
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