Brothers for the last time
#1
backdates to the 9th july

He was glad to be back again, leaving had been a bad decision on his part even if he had bolstered AniWaya's resources and increased their genetic lines. Animal's were easy to acquire but the time he had lost with his daughter dug at him, and Mizu had been attacked by that demon of a brother she had. He felt guilty for the bad things that had happened, maybe if he had been here he could have helped stop it or at the very least reduced their impact. The Austral man's ears were flush against his head and his tail limp with the horrible feelings inside of him. He passed by the stables, done with his work for today and fancied wandering around for a while, wanting to be as useless as he felt.

Curious nickers followed him but the man didn't respond to them, the man set off in the direction of the village, hoping that the Great Fire and the hustle and bustle of the village could help him recover his mood somewhat. Since arriving he had become surprisingly attached to it, the thought made him wonder if he was secretly going insane, who ever heard of someone being attached to a fire? Fire itself maybe but a single fire? It was enough to boggle his mind. With a snort he shook his head trying to shake away the wierd thoughts that were plaguing him. The Austral man was paying pretty much zero attention to his environment and if he were to be attacked at that moment it would be a complete surprise to him.
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OOCtasties: ignore my f'd up table

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#3
okay just assume everything Leon says is in spanish, but i cba translating it XD lol Leon is angry

The man yelled in alarm as the stick thwacked him on the back of the head and he whipped around in time to see his brother disappearing behind a tree. He rubbed the back of his head sourly and bent down to retrieve the stick thrown at him and in the process dodging the second one thrown. "J'adore! you little shit!" He launched the stick in his hand at the tree his brother was hiding behind and it ricocheted off and away into the brush. The man swore loudly at the tree behind which his brother hid, picking up several more sticks from the ground and throwing them at the older but smaller Austral brother as well.

Venting out his anger and sad and upset feelings upon something real and solid instead of in his mind had a calming effect on him after a while and hurling abuse at the tree. It wasn't even about J'adore anymore just himself and his anger and the poor tree that happened to have germinated in the wrong place baring the brunt of his aggression and fury. Not long after that the man stopped his attack all together and instead ran his hands over his face, sighing deeply,

"Brother, you are a fool sometimes."
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same here


Behind the tree was a perfect cover. The younger Austral man had no advantage this time over his brother and it was J'adore himself that had the upper hand. After the abuse and attacks had ceased, the golden man stepped out, laughing heartily. 'And you are a sour puss' he commented with a raised eyebrow. Leon was depressing when he was in a foul mood, and J'adore was not up for being in any company of someone in such a state. An idea flashed before him, a smile graced his maw, 'Leon, spar with me. Please?' Silence, filled the air, the golden man frowned, crossing his arms over his broad chest and moving closer to his brother. 'If not to keep your mind of off trivial things that are easily fixed, for me. I need to prove myself if I want to move up a rank'. J'adore huffed a black tipped lock away from his face, as he waited for a reply he could only think, how childish...


Perhaps it was J'adore himself that was childish, his mind focus only on his rank tier instead of his brother's burdened thoughts and his mate's ailments. In his mind it was thinking about his family, and the tribe. If he could gained more trust in this profession, then he could protect his family.


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#5
fuck, another fail post D: sorry, mega sorry

He stared at his brother angrily, disliking being laughed at for a thing that genuinely upset him, J'adore did not know why he was upset and it was cruel and childish of him to mock Leon for it. Hi white eyes narrowed. He snorted at his brother's request to spar and almost turned away but the look on J'adore's face irritated him that much the he decided to stay. At least this way he could knock that face off of him. He was the younger brother but he was definately the more mature of the pair,

"Okay then, I will spar you." And under his breath he muttered, even though you care nothing for why I am troubled The giant sighed and began to stretch his muscles with a series of complicated and elegant moves he had picked up in his life.
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OOC here!


J'adore hated his brother sometimes, merely because Leon thought too much, though it was hypocritical for Jadore to even comtemplate his brother's flaws when they shared quite a few. Unknown to him, J'adore was just as bad when he was burdened. Thinking back on it, had he been this bad when Shiloh had been a common sight within his house? He had been stressed then, too many women in his house, his mate working to hard when she should be resting. Especially after what the white demon had done to her. Who could have though that they were cut fro the same cloth.


'Thatta boy' J'adore said softly, glee filling his voice. A mature glee however, he would not let himself get too excited, mistakes were made from excitment.


J'adore reached for his knifes, but recoiled. There was only too, and it may cause injuries. Moving towards the tree he picked up the two wooden sticks. Passing one to Leon he spoke, 'The aim is to get me on the ground and vice versa. Not hitting of any part of the head and above the knees and below the waist'. He grinned up to Leon, moving backwards to space himself. Stancing himself, he moved forward at an impressive speed, aiming for his brothers chest. If he couldwind him it would be eaiser to strike at his legs and knock him down.


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#7
lol finally!

He eyed his brother warily, he disliked this side of J'adore that he was seeing, fearing that his brother may be getting too big for his boots, as a younger but larger sibling he felt it was his place to knock J'adore back down to size. Mizu did not need an arrogant man for a mate, the poor woman had been through too much already. There was the slightest of pride that swelled up when his brother visibly rejected using his knives against Leon, blood should never raise a lethal weapon to blood unless absolutely necessary. Sticks worked just as well as a weapon, even more so because they had a tendency to snap under blows with strength unchecked.

He stretched out a hand for his stick, his large palm wrapping around it, feeling its roughness and twirled it around, throwing out a few practice shots to an invisible opponent, getting the feel of it while J'adore explained the rules. He nodded to show that he understood. He stepped backwards as J did to give them the space to move, and widened his stance to lower his center of gravity, knowing his brother would try to use his height against him. His white eyes tracked J'adore as he moved closer with quick speed, he however did not move until the absolutely last second and actually moved a fraction too late. Jerking his large body to the side, the strike aimed at his chest instead his hit shoulder, creating a tail of pain and causing him to wince. The arm holding his own stick came up aiming to strike against J'adore's exposed back.
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OOC here!


J'adore's attack missed it's primary target, but it still homed in onto an effective position, his brother's shoulder. A smile forwarded itself onto the elder Spaniard's face as Leon winced, a brief one however, because
brothers should not enjoy each others pain. He comforted himself for a moment, the smile had been for his good strike. He did not need the guilt of relishing his brother's misfortune at this time. Leon made his move, and as much as J'adore tried to avoid the strike, it was well placed and although it didn't hit J'adore full on, the attack was good enough to catch him on his side.


It was Leon's turn to smile now, well if he wished too, perhaps it would lighten his mood. J'adore winced, his free hand clasped to his chest, thank the spirits he hadn't chosen the knives. The strike was good, there was no doubting that, J'adore himself showed it in his wince. He glanced over to his kinsman, nodding with pride and taking a deep breath. He readied himself to attack again, finally recovered from the blow. He steadied his weight, calming his mind and aiming his weapon. Although Leon had lowered himself, he was still tall, and as J'adore move forward, faster than a charging horse, he swept the stick, making his attack on Leon's legs.


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#9
;_; i love you rose, sorry for the fail
3+

He did not smile at managing to his his brother and did not allow himself any time to revel in his strike knowing that J'adore was fast on his feet and would most likely attempt to use any distraction that held his attention to get the better of him, J'adore was sneaky and underhand like that sometimes, he did however allow his mouth to twist into a semblance of a small smirk. He twisted around so that he faced the scarred wolf and held his staff in a defensive position, awaiting the next move. His gripped tightened on his makeshift weapon and twirled it lightly in his great paw. The stick lashed at the air back and forth like a cat's tail and the man himself gave off an air or quiet patience like a feline stalking his prey, every sense narrowed in on the golden and black brother.

J'adore moved forwards once more, again showing off his formidable speed and his stick lunged around aiming at the thick set legs of the larger male. He danced backwards on light paws trying to avoid the lashing blows to his legs, he used his own stick to parry and block where he could but inevitably some of them got through and he grit his teeth as wood glanced off of muscle, small vessels inside his legs burst from the force and began to leak out into the surrounding flesh, quickly forming bruises under fur and skin.

With a wild cry he jabbed forwards, intending to force the white eyed man backwards, his war cry intending to distract and disorientate. He twisted and brought the stick crashing down towards J'adore's side intending to wind him and force him back onto the defensive which would give him the advantage to press down upon his sibling.
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OOC sup bitches? / +yo numbah!


Leon had the right idea, striking his chest, but J'adore was skilled and he knew the trick. He feinted his static position, but then he ducked, letting the pole skid over his head. The wind belted off of it, audible as it was inches from his burnt chocolate rimmed ears. He pushed up from the ground quickly, stancing himself securly and taking a fierce jab to his brother's lower chest. He darted back, slamming the other end of the staff into the ankles of the larger male before moving forward and aiming for his shoulder. He darted back, spacing himself away so that Leon's attack would be less efficient.


Leon had power on his side, but J'adore had his speed and prior knowledge of the various tactics involved with this martial art. It was something he held precious. And Leon spoke too much. Of at least he made noises too much. J'adore was honed to ignore these things, and Leon's war cry did very little to deviate his mind. He remained silent, smiling on the inside as he would never let his emotions break the surface and create arrogance. For him or his brother.

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#11
should we start having Leon getting the upper hand now and then finally knock J'adore over and take his stick or something? Big Grin

also completely ran out of muse for it halfway through

Both of his strikes missed and he scowled on the inside, on the outside he merely offered a sarcastically polite smile. His older brother being faster and smaller could dodge blows he could not but he was stronger and more muscled, the jab to the chest did nothing more than jar him, the flesh around his chest taking the blow and sending the shock out in ripples through his upper torso, negating its force and lessening the damage. The same as not true of his legs which were less protected by muscle so he jumped back away from the strike avoiding having his ankles smashed in, J'adore stick just clipped the edge of his foot, sending two of his toes into numbness.

Now he pressed forwards with his attack, aiming for J'adore's arms and hands in an attempt to make him drop his stick. Earthen arms flew forwards, delicate fingers and hands within his sight.
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this is short, i had no idea what to write XD and sure sure

It was futile for the younger Austral man to think he could beat his older sibling at a sport he had mastered long ago. J'adore moved like a serpant, a bird, a mantis. Striking his brother where he least expected it. J'adore jumped Leon's own attempts to strike the golden Spaniard were null. began to aim for J'adore fingers, attempting to make him loose his grip. But hisfingers whizzed up and down the stick, moving out of the way and somethings loosing his grip on the stick only to regain control again in perfect style.


'Come on hermano!' he taunted, all in good heart. Though this was battle and Leon had seemed off before they started the tustle so perhaps the tauting was better left alone. J'adore didn't think to hold his games off. It was all too much fun for him, the war words, the attacks, the thrill of battle. It all aided in the AniWayan's plan to over through Maska and his goons.


'Come on brother!' he called, 'If you cannot fend off me, how can you defend you home?' He knew this would get to his brother, that's why he said it.


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