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Emwe danced a little, light on his paws as he closed in on the building he called home. He wasn't certain whether Conor was in, but he figured he'd start here when looking for him. If not, maybe he was at Mew's place, or somewhere with books or something. In truth, Emwe did not pay attention to what his brother spent his time doing at all. He didn't pay attention to anything. Well, that was not right. He paid a lot of attention to things others might not be interested in, like adventures and hidden treasures. And it just so happened that he had been playing with some books and one of them had opened and though Emwe could nto read he had seen a picture of a cave and there was this container thing in it which had lots of shinies in it. He wanted them, and the caves looked exactly like the ones to the north, like... where the harbor or whatever they called it was. Someone had named it something funny once, "Spelunker's" something. It was a funny word, and he mouthed it out a few times for his own entertainment as he finally god close enough to the building to call out for his brother. Together, they would defy the dangers of the mountain, and find the shiny treasures within! Oh yes, and they would share the shinies with Alexey and dad and mum and Mew and everyone who were important, like Haven. But not Tokyo, because she was mean and he didn't like her because she made him cry that one time. It was a long time since the two brothers had truly done something together, and Emwe would not take no for an answer now. He knew that Conor loved Alexey a lot like a friend and maybe he wanted to give some of the shinies as gifts. Gifts for people you love is nice. "Conor? He waited a second, but the chubby teen was impatient by nature. "Conor!! Are you hooooome?" He entered the house as he continued to shout his brother's name, intending to keep doing so until direct attention was achieved. Emwe Soul was such a relaxing person to be around.
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Conor was sitting upstairs in the room that served as his bedroom ever since Alexey Koios had drawn the line and kicked him out of hers. It was a small room where the bed barely got any space. Perhaps it would have been better with a chair and a desk instead of a large king size bed that some human teen once had rolled lazily around in, but he actually liked it like this. He could spend hours reading books on top of the soft mattress. This was what he was doing when a well known voice started to echo through the entire house. The young male’s eyes rolled without intention as he snapped the book shut. At first his movements were lazy, but he found speed with ease when it was clear that Emwe would awaken the entire house if that meant he could possibly find his brother. He shouldn’t be shouting when the young puppies were living in the house. While Conor did not know whether or not the two puppies were sleeping, he knew that there was nothing scarier then a large, wailing canine stomping around in the house.
With light annoyance apparent in his face, Conor hurried downstairs while he hushed and sighed at his blunt twin. It was not hard to find the chubby figure. The lavender eyed male lifted his hands up in the air and sighed again. ”Shhh, Emwe, I’m here, stop screaming or you’ll scare the puppies even worse.” His arms sank again and he looked to his brother with a patient and awaiting face, for it had been made absolutely clear that Emwe had something on his heart – a secret master plan of some sort that he needed his brother to join in on. He quietly wondered when his sandy coloured brother would grow too old for such simple games and impulses. Playfulness was not a bad thing at all, but Conor sometimes felt irritated by the simple and bold way his brother acted. Like now, stomping about like a mad man when there were young children living here. An ear flicked sideways in thought as he wondered if Emwe was even aware of the two newest children in the house. "What's up, brother?"
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Conor appeared at a satisfying speed, and as he spotted his brother Emwe let his tongue loll stupidly out of his mouth. Until the purple-eyed young male stated the obvious, the chubby male had been in an elevated mood. Now, the familiar sensation of shame rose in him for a moment, eyes moving to the ground in front of him, before he decided to discard the feeling. Ok, so he should maybe have remembered that little pups did not like a lot of noise. But they hadn't complained the other day when he had been messing around! Well, maybe they had; he wasn't too good at interpreting them anyway. Either way it didn't matter, because even if Conor was very smart and made him feel pretty stupid sometimes, he was totally going to love his idea! Oh yes. His tail wagged and his tongue returned to the outside of his mouth just thinking about it! His face was secretive as he attempted to heighten the drama of his coming words, and his eyes flew this way and that before landing on his brother's purples. "I think I know where to find this... treasure" He looked quite content with himself as he uttered the last word, puffing his chest out as if he was some grand and famous explorer. Surely, Conor could not resist that kind of an adventure, no matter how fond he was of his little symbol collections (he called them books, but it just looked like ants to Emwe)? "It's up north — we have to go!!" He almost bounced a little with excitement, until he remembered that Alexey had said that only little children do that, like he had done when he was little, and that he should stop doing it so much because he was so much older now. Maybe if was true, but no matter what anyone said it felt really good. His silvery blue eyes searched his brother's face for enthusiasm, eager to get started. He was completely convinced that this would be the adventure of a lifetime. They'd be famous for this!
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His brother was still the happy and bouncy child he always had been. The happy and bouncy child Conor never had been. Of course he felt jealousy draw close when he thought of the small, happy world that his brother lived in. The golden male’s world had always seemed like a cold and unhappy place. He had been tossed out of his child world too early when he had wandered away into Halifax and barely escaped with life intact. Alexey had saved him and later become his everything, but he had never been able to crawl back into the world where he truthfully belonged. Instead he had watched this greyscale world where bad things happened and happy endings only existed in foolish stories. Foolish, his father had called those stories foolish and pathetic. His father had told him that there were no happy endings in life. Not for Dahlia, not for Haku, not for Haku’s children. Although Conor wanted to believe in something different, these words would always haunt him in his nightmares. What had made his father utter such words? What was driving his father insane?
”Treasure, eh?” the young male echoed and smirked at his chubby brother. Of course it would be something about a treasure or something along those lines. It was strange, for despite his brother’s many discoveries and beliefs they had yet to find an actual treasure. Maybe today would be the day when Emwe would find his chest filled with golden, cold treasure. As long as it was shiny it was enough for his lighter hued brother. Had it not been for Conor’s brother he would have failed being a child completely. As a child Conor had been filled with fear. It was only Alexey and his twin brother that had been safe to interact with, and despite his brother’s lack of enthusiasm with games and puppy play, Emwe had always succeeded at involving his brother in everything he did. Of course Conor would come along and look for this imaginary treasure. The young Soul male almost felt bad because of this, but next to his fat brother he seemed to hold as much life as a rock. The least he could do was to pretend to be half as excited as Emwe was.
There was no time to lose and Conor suddenly gasped and then pointed towards the kitchen as if he saw something truly shocking. Of course there was nothing there, and as his brother had turned to investigate what was going on in the room, the golden boy was already sprinting away; halfway out through the door, turning north.
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Though the enthusiasm in his brother's face was present, Emwe saw exactly what he wanted to see, and that was excitement beyond measuring, and certainly beyond what was really there. He saw with his silvery eyes a smaller brother who almost gasped with complete, utter, staggering amazement! Conor was thinking that his brother was a true mastermind, a detective of sorts - a true hero and a one of a kind! And he would let his smaller brother help him, take him with him on a journey of fame and adventure, one that would change their lives forever. Oh, yes, glorious thoughts. Glorious world. Treasure, eh? Just in case Conor had not understood, Emwe would elaborate. His brother should already know these things by now, though, and the chubby male could not help but feel a little disappointed in his darker twin. His voice was dreamy as he spoke now, happy but excited at the same time. "A chest with shiny bits and pieces in it... Imagine Lexey's face when I hand her golden cups and shining rings with stones on them!" It was all about impressing the ladies - otherwise why would all the books have so many pictures of human ladies with lots and lota of layers of clothing, and shiny things stuck to them everywhere? Surely, giving the shinies to the ladies was the main point, and Emwe was always looking for ways to repay Alexey for being his friend and everything. He might be quite dim, but not completely oblivious; he knew that he had cost her a lot of time.
####Emwe's tongue moved rapidly as he stood up and panted, and his eyes was all big and strange with eagerness. So keen was he, that any impression, any idea could send him hopping aong in his usual chubby way, and it was exactly what he did when Conor outwitted him. Emwe's head snapped in the direction of his brother's pointed finger, and his eyes widened as he bounced in its direction for a couple of strides with a loud exclamation of no words at all. Only until he was inside the kitchen did he hear the familiar sound of his brother racing away — that sneaky little thing! Emwe gave a loud bark as he would have when they were children and play-fought, and quickly bounded after his smaller brother. His legs were longer, but Conor was lighter. Who would get there first? He could smell the purple-eyed male not too far, yet he was out of sight, so slow were Emwe's reactions. But, he knew Conor could hear his brother, and so he called out, as if to tease. "Nobody knows where the treasure is but meeeee!" Or maybe it was to make him step down and let him win. Emwe liked to win.
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Conor could very clearly imagine Lexey’s face if his brother was to hand her golden cups and shining rings with stones. He imagined confusion, for these were not treasures for their kind. Shiny things did not provide them with food or warmth or safety. It was useless, completely useless and did not belong to their world. Conor was not oblivious of the wonderful items that could be found in the remaining ruins from the human world, but not everything was of same value and importance. There were many things that Conor would never understand the purpose of. Odd objects and forms in the many abandoned human buildings that served no purpose whatsoever. He failed to understand the eye of beauty that the humans had thought they had. He did not understand the objects that were made merely to create a warm influence of inspiration and contentment; paintings and objects whose only purpose was to be ‘looked at and adored’. No, he did not understand these things. Therefore he did not understand the meaning of human treasures either. They did not need golden cups and shiny rings that did not fit their luperci fingers. These thoughts were certainly never present in Emwe’s young and spinning brain. He disliked his own scepticism at times, for the world did not have to be as complicated as it seemed he insisted it was. Emwe wanted the treasure and it was only a fun game to him. Conor wished he could follow this train of thought and join the fun without any precedence apparent.
His luperci form darted out through the tall door frame with white and crisp painting starting to shatter away by the edges. The cabin was old though served its occupants well. A happy smile was on the golden boy’s lips, because Emwe was simply too much at times. He had given a moment to watch his brother bounce happily in his finger’s direction before he had turned and taken off to get a head start on his more pallid brother. It was just too easy sometimes so distract and trick his brother. Despite the lack of difficulty handling his brother Conor could never push his smile away. It was very clear that the Rosea’s children were nothing like the beast himself. It was quite clear that their father was not proud of what they had become, but Conor felt relief by being aware of this. One monster in Dahlia was more than enough and despite their horrible parents he knew that both he and Emwe were turning out quite okay compared to what they could have become if it had not been for Dahlia de Mai’s lovely puppy sitter. She had sacrificed so much for the two Soul boys, and this showed. They had both grown up to become two happy young males. Emwe was a still a bit dim and had yet to get rid of his overflow of puppy fat. It gave him the prolonged appearance of an oversized child and people could hardly think of the blue eyed boy as anything but adorable – though of course a bit slow.
Conor was no longer a runt and had already well defined muscles from practising some martial art. Pendzez from Phoenix Valley seemed to be willing to teach him the art of bushido, and the young male could barely wait for the new opportunity to learn how to defend himself. This is what it was for; defence. His father was a violent beast – extremely dangerous. Conor needed skills in order to defend what he loved and appreciated. The young male was certain that Haku Soul’s brain one day would finally lose the little sense it had left and then a true monster would be on them all. Cercelee’s scent had become fainter as days had passed and it was becoming clearer that Dahlia’s members were on their own. These were thoughts that Emwe Soul managed to banish from his brother’s consciousness when they spent time together. Right now there was only the cool wind lashing out against his face and fresh air filling his lungs fully as he darted across landscape coated with white, green, brown and gray. A bark sounded behind him and Emwe was now officially after him. The lavender eyed boy struggled to keep his laughter chained up inside his chest. If he was to lose control of it he would turn into a laughing cripple and lose his lead almost instantly. Conor was well aware that he had no idea where they were supposed to head – he only knew the general direction, though he thought it very unlikely to be a treasure at all, but that was not the point.
A singing, taunting voice could be heard from behind and Conor’s laugher finally was released and the cinnamon and gold coated teenager almost lost his balance as his stomach muscles cramped and tenses as he laughed at his silly brother. He turned halfway around to look at his chubby brother’s form catching on with that usual expression of impossible happiness on display. Lilac eyes twinkled with the same smile apparent on his dark lips and the race was officially over for Conor’s part. ”Ah, you got me there, Emwe,” the boy said as he pretended to sigh and play the defeated part. He wondered if Emwe had actually looked on some sort of a map or if it was just free imaginary flow that drove him today. It mattered little, for nothing productive was ever done while in the presence of his sandy coloured brother. ”I give up. So where is this treasure then,, brother?” Conor snickered at the other canine and wagged his tail in good spirit. It was good to get out into the fresh air and forget everything serious and exchange it with his brother’s entertaining nonsense about hidden treasures, dungeons and dragons. ”How much of the share will I get, by the way?” the soon to be adult wondered next, thinking it would be fun to let Emwe do some calculation in his head and decide how much his brother was to get if they found this treasure of his.
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His brother's laughter rang in his ears before his form was avilable for his eyes, but as he finally did catch up with the purple-eyed young male he was grinning broadly. Halting near the smaller male's form, Emwe panted; he was still quite... heavy for his age. But! He had bested his brother! Though his breath was quick, Emwe's chest was puffed out in a very manly manner, though he managed to stop himself from strutting around like a proud peacock. What, the fact that he had beaten his brother not by wits but by making him laugh was completely irrelevant! Conor had backed down, and had it not been now for Emwe stopping next to him, Emwe would have won. So there it was, Emwe was the champion. Oh how logic the illogical in the mind of the deluded.
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Conor would be surprised, actually, of all the things that Emwe Soul knew. Emwe Soul was an adventurer of the extraordinary kind, and he even did solid research before going on an expedition. That is, if "solid research" could mean "look at pictures in books". Emwe had no patience for those little symbols his brother liked so much (and pretty much everyone else, it seemed), but the pictures in the books were nice. Sometimes when his brother was out he would sneak up into his room and see if Conor had any books with pictures in them, but the best place to find them was in the library. Though, after Lubomir left Emwe wasn't sure whether he should go there at all, and he didn't really want to ask his aunt because he didn't really know her that well, so for now he was just sneaking around in Conor's room, hoping he would find some new books every now and then — preferably the kind with pictures. But even though Conor was so smart and could read and everything, Emwe knew the world. Emwe knew how to beat snakes (like Haven had shown him!), and how not to walk into coils of rope because that was really embarrassing if it was Tokyo who found you, and that it hurt to fall down from things, but most importantly; Emwe knew that where there were few people and dangerous ground, there was treasure. So what if the floor caved in under you? As long as you got the shinies in the end it was all that mattered. Or so he believed, though if confronted with the actual scenario there would be no telling how he'd react. No one would dare to call Emwe a coward to his face (probably out of fear of hurting his feelings), but perhaps there was just an ounce of truth in that.
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Conor asked him where the treasure was, and now Emwe gave a sly smile. Oh, so, Conor thought Emwe would be that stupid, eh? Well he would have to work harder than that, because Emwe was not going to tell. Not until they were there anyway! He walked a little to and fro with that teasing smile on his face, grinning and warring and shaking his bum around. "Oh you'd like to know, wouldn't you? Huh?" Conor asked about his share and Emwe ignored the question for now. Halting, he stopped in a position where he was almost facing away from his brother, but not quite. "I guess... you'll just have to catch me to find out!" The game was on, but now Emwe felt quite clever as he bounded ahead into the snow-covered vegetation ahead. Oh, Conor had not seen that coming! Emwe was so clever! He was quite happy with himself, and as he ran he shouted back to his purple-eyed twin. His voice was arrogant and taunting, but playful all the same. Emwe was pretty lousy at being truly cruel or mocking; he was far better at friendly teasing. "If you can't catch me there's no share at aaaaaall!" Oh oh, the excitement. To the caves!
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The golden boy smirked as his brother went on as usual; walking to and fro with that typical grin on his face. It was a necessity to keep from breaking out with laughter at the sight, and his lips were pressed tightly together. Oh, and then he had to nod slowly, for of course he would like to know where this fantastic treasure was located. Emwe Soul had him in his power and he would have to grovel and beg to get an insight into Emwe’s glorious knowledge. Or maybe just catch him. Now it was Conor that was left behind in a flash and he stood still in his own track for a moment before he started to chase after the sandy brown form with the bouncing baby fat (haha). At first Conor tried to take it somewhat easy, but his mind too was starting to drop down to his brother’s mental level, and if there was in fact a treasure then he definitely wanted a share so that he could impress the latte woman with the golden eyes that had captured his heart.
The boy sped up to his max speed and raced after his sibling. After half a minute or so and with his brother’s form still out of reach, the lavender eyed boy lost some of his speed before his body crashed to the ground as it seemed he had tripped in an obstacle of some kind. He gave a loud whimper as he fell, eyes closed now as his body rested against the snowy ground. Would his brother once again be fooled?
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Emwe crashed victorious through the vegetation, and quite full of himself. He headed north at full speed, and though his body was heavier than that of his brother, he was larger, his legs were longer, and perhaps he was stronger — that last part he wasn't so sure about. But his brother was small, anyways, and Emwe was big, and that was good now as it had been when they were children. The smile on the young male's face could challenge the row of pearly whites in any colgate commercial, and his tongue flapped out of his mouth and to the side as he ran, air rushing by and rippling the fur on his face, ears, front legs. It felt good, when he ran. Refreshing, exciting. Sometimes, Emwe would run just for the sake of it; the teen had no problems with energy, rather the opposite. He had a lot of it, and some preferred that he did not spend it in the ways he did, at the times he did. He was also very competitive, and so the reason for the grin that split his face was mostly from beating his smarter brother Conor, and just a little because it was fun. He liked teasing Conor — it came so naturally, too. Usually, it was Conor who won things, because he used tricks that were totally unfair. But not this time, this time he was going to lose!
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He almost had to stop himself from snickering as he grew ever closer to the north. The smell of sea water was more prominent as he closed in on the harbor of Wolfville. The scent of Conor, however, stayed behind at a distance that was sometimes closer, sometimes not. That is, untill Emwe's ears hear his brother whimper. He slowed from a full-out sprint to a jog or tror-like tempo, and his two ears moved around as if searching for more sounds. There came none. One eyebrow curled and pointed with one end towards the top of his skull, and he slowed further, to a walk, then a halt. Still, even though he was not moving, he could hear nothing. The male turned, and saw nothing. Curious (or was he worried?), Emwe called out in the direction he had come from. "Conor?" Front legs took hesitating steps forward, back towards where his brother undoubtedly could be found. Now they walked, now they jogged along, retreating further back following the scent of Conor. Soon enough he could see his brother's form lying on the snow and he whimpered, a sound mirroring the one he had heard some moments ago. His tail was drooping slightly as he walked closer to his brother and studied him. What had happened? He prompted his brother again, no with a much lower voice, and some of his concern shone through that voice which was quickly changing as he closed in on adulthood. "Conor?"
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His name sounded from far ahead, but the golden form remained silent and unmoving. It was strange how relaxed and ridiculous Conor could allow himself to be in the presence of his sibling. Knowing well that Emwe was still probably far enough away and unable to see minor movement, the young male let his jaw drop open and let his tongue roll out for additional effect. Then it was just to wait for his sibling’s approach, which turned out not to take long at all. He struggled to keep still and imagined his brother’s worried face as he approached Conor’s seemingly dead body. His name sounded again and a pinch of guilt got the golden boy. It was not honourable to trick him like this, but on the other hand he really wanted a piece of this supposed treasure. Lavender eyes opened and he pushed his limbs under his body and jumped on the larger male playfully.
”Gotcha” he barked out cheerily, though there was a certain amount of guilt in his lovely shaded eyes for tricking his simple minded brother.
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As he grew closer with his head forward, aiming to poke his brother with his nose when he was close enough, his eyes widened and he spotted how Conor's tongue was out of his mouth and on the ground. On the ground! Maybe Conor was dead! He had to be dead, because who would want their tongue on the ground? Emwe whimpered again and stood still for a moment with a worried face, not entirely certain what he should do. Oh, this would be easier if Conor would make a sound or something, so Emwe knew that he wasn't dead.If he actually was dead.... what would he do? Emwe wasn't the smart one; his brother was. His brown tail curled to touch his tummy and he bit his lower lip gently, conflicted, before he bent closer than he had before. There was a silence filled with tension that seemed to tear at his very being, making him tense and worried. Suddenly his brother jumped on to him like a big wall or a wave or something, knocking him off his feet and placing him on the ground with a surprised yelp. Sounds of distress and a single word escaped him as the brothers fell and their limbs entangled as Emwe struggled to get free. "Conor!!" Emwe was surprised and bewildered, but as the single word his brother uttered reached his ears and was fully processed, a wide grin spread on his face. He knew, now, that he had been tricked, and though he felt silly for being such an easy prey, he also easily joined the game. Still trying to free himself from his brother, tongue flying out from his smile, Emwe yelled but laughed all the same. "You cheat!" The young male was perhaps easy to fool, but he was further easier to excite. He knew he had just been bested, but he was used to being bested by his smaller brother.
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Conor was an ugly cheater and he felt bad. However, he quickly found the consequence of guilt well worth the prize when his surprised brother’s body fell to the ground with Conor’s more lithe form on top for once. When surprise gave room for Emwe’s large grin Conor could not keep the chuckle at bay. Cinnamon ears coated with gold swiveled towards the back of his skull when those two accusing words sounded. He let his weight drop dead on top of the larger boy; determined to let the other struggle to get loose for once. ”That may be, but you didn’t say it was not allowed!” he argued calmly and snorted with entertainment at his amusing brother. ”Better give me my share or perhaps I’ll never let you go!” this was a rather empty threat, as Emwe always managed to get his slimmer brother off eventually. His tai whirled with play and he panted happily; trying to catch his breath. The short time playing dead had not allowed his lungs to draw the large amount of oxygen that he needed from running and so he still felt out of breath.
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His brother's heavy limbs ensnared him as the smaller of the two deployed lack of activity to keep the larger down. Unable to figure this method out at first, Emwe was trapped, and he panted and laughed at the same time as he struggled to get himself loose. Conor the trickster! "You got me there!" He believed this in sincerity: it was important to have rules, and he had not laid down a rule against this. But Conor had been very clever anyway. His face was so composed up there, as well; too bad, because Emwe had enjoyed being the smart one for a moment. His silvery eyes grew in size as he pretended to be shocked and appalled at his brother's pretense threat, though in fact he was sadly aware of how he was not getting loose anyway. Changing his tactics, Emwe felt a little bit smart again, and stopped struggling and spoke. "But I was just pretending, Conor. I'll share with you, I promise." Now he waited for a reaction, waited for Conor to get off and let him free, unaware that his face was giving away his intentions. Though he might feel clever, he was not; he was not good at understanding when his face might betray him, and when he was in the safe zone. His ears and brows were clearly excited whilst the rest of his face worked desperately to look honest. Emwe just wasn't good at these things, but it would harm no one to try. Or, rather, it would hurt no one but himself.
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It struck the boy as the larger form of his brother struggled under him, that the weight of a completely limb body was much heavier than what usually was expected. His contented smirk was impossible to shove away from his pale face as Emwe wriggled and panted with effort. He always took time to appreciate the simple joy of spending time with the sand hued boy. The bluish silver eyed male was a terrific loser as well as a winner, and had no issues whatsoever to keep the mood up despite being outwitted again and again. When it was announced that refusing to share the nonexistent treasure was mere pretending, Conor let his expression grow serious and he gazed away as if in deep thought, as if actually considering the sincerity of his brother’s words. Emwe never lied.
The golden boy moved off the other and let his tongue loll out of his mouth, sending Emwe a toothy, self-confident grin. ”Alright then.” he snickered and let his gold and cinnamon tail gently wave through the crispy air. ”I’ll let you get the first pick though,” he added, not at all willing to overdo his act. Not that it mattered anyway, because they would never find anything! He let his muzzle poke the other’s chest playfully before retreating back a few steps and took a patient waiting pose. ”Lets go – show me the way, leader.”
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Having intended to trick his brother right back, Emwe became deadly offended when Conor acted as if his words were not pure truth. Of course, he had intended to lie; a tiny little lie, but when Conor looked like he had to think about it first...! How rude! Indignant now, the young male discarded his original plan and gave in, but still he refused to put his bruised pride on display. Instead he acted as if nothing at all had happened, getting up and acting normally. Conor seemed normal enough now, too. Emwe's tail started wagging almost as soon as he got up, and he quickly forgot how indignant he was (which hadn't really been that much anyway). Smiling sheepishly at the little title he had been given (he liked it, really), he smiled and nodded decisively in response to his brother's words. Puffing out his chest, he moved in sharp motions, suddenly pointing his nose to the north, moving it as if it was an arrow. He looked very serious in his face now, but one corner of his mouth was turned upwards; Emwe was unable to hide his pretense. Speaking with a fake and much more deep and mature voice than his real one, his gaze flew from his brother's face to the direction in which his face was pointing, trying to make it look fierce. As he delivered the sentence he swung his neck as if to say "this way!"; and quite arrogantly, too. "To the caverns of the north!" His pretense ego was more eloquent than himself.
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Their destination was loudly announced and the teen snorted noisily, entertained by his brother’s indestructible mood. Of course, it was not all that obvious that the sandy coated boy was overcome with excitement, but the lilac eyed boy knew that under Emwe’s skin existed butterflies and colours and a mood bright as the sun. The golden hued yearling took on the same seriousness as his brother and nodded submissivel, like a hero’s sidekick when the hero came up with the brilliant master plan to swipe all evil out from the infested town. To the caverns of the north, where incredible amounts of treasure was waiting for them both. Conor truly wished to believe as vividly as Emwe, but was satisfied to witness his brother’s imagination go wild. He gently bumped into the slightly larger boy, meaning for him to take the lead and start moving already. There would be time for posing later.
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Conor bumped him, and Emwe remembered now to start moving. He usually got lost in his own games of pretense, only interrupted when someone (usually Conor or Alexey) would poke him or otherwise demand his attention for something-or-the-other. His four-legged form started moving at a comfortable pace, quite quickly but not a straight-out sprint; more like a trot. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and he looked quite content, glancing every so often at his brother to make sure he followed. It wasn't really that far to the caves, but they'd wasted time already by playing around; not that this was of any concern to Emwe. Everything was play anyways; the world was a shiny place. Most things were interesting, and certainly all things were colorful. His smaller brother was less.... enthusiastic than himself (at least, that's what Emwe had figured). It always seemed that way because he was often more relaxed than his larger sibling. Then again, most were relaxed compared to Emwe Soul. Some would perhaps have found it humorous that Haku had spawned such a child; the few who knew perhaps saw some irony that Haku had spawned a child such as Noir Aston, too. Perhaps hidden inside that chocolate Rosen was the potential of a child that never ceases to be amazed at the world; eternally childish, and eternally fascinated. If so, Emwe had certainly gotten a large slice of that cake. He smiled brightly at his sibling as they moved along, not thinking to offer small-talk. He was way too excited for that.
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The lilac eyed boy watched with pretended indifference as his larger brother fell into his usual stance again when he caught up with their quest. Every time that eager smile turned to him, Conor lit up with a brilliant, matching smile of his own. It was indeed odd how Haku had managed to create such vivid and bright personalities like Noir Aston and Emwe Soul, but to see his brother’s personality so different from their demonic father’s soothed him in many ways. As a child Conor had hoped then feared that he would turn into his father. Emwe was still pure despite the hopeless parents they had been born from, and Conor knew that he too was quite different from both mother and father. They had no settled fates before them, only a path that they would get to create themselves as they advanced through life. Conor found peace in knowing that. Little did he know about the taint already present within. They were no ticking bombs, but there existed such a thing as their father’s taint.
Paws travelled through the changing scenery as blessed woods turned into rock and grass and a hint of sand as they closed in on the beach and this cave filled up with treasures. Conor’s golden tail waved contently behind him, and he continued to allow Emwe to hold the lead, playing out the leader in this odd treasure game of his. ”We’re getting close now!” the young male cooed with a voice strained by anticipation. The goal was of course to see the already present excitement within the other reach those adoringly entertaining levels.
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His tongue bounced with every single one of his steps, and when his smaller brother excitedly reminded him that their treasure was near, he flashed his sibling a great, pearly smile and picked up the pace. The caves were right ahead now, and he hesitated at the mouth of them, in doubt for a second. What if they were dangerous? It certainly was dark in there... but Conor probably wouldn't be afraid to go in, so Emwe couldn't be afraid either. He could be no less than his brother, especially not when he was the one to lead them to this treasure. Though, in fact, he had never stepped foot inside these caves before. He just knew there had to be something cool at the end of such an awesome place. He'd looked inside once and saw that they were long roads inside the mountain, maybe like a hidden human city? Conor may read books, but Emwe was no less in his own mind, and looked at the pictures; he had understood some fundamentals of treasure-hunting. Treasures were always in secret and strange places, and these caves were both. There had to be something in there.
He stopped his tail from moving in the direction of his tummy, and boldly stepped inside the cave. He took several steps inside and turned to look at his brother, feeling the strange scents of this damp place and the rock between his toes. It smelled like the ocean! How peculiar. Smiling vaguely, he looked ahead into the cave with uncertainty; it was much darker in there than he'd expected. It had looked only a little dark when he was outside but it was clear that further in it was much darker than just a little dark. He wanted to ask his brother about it, but he didn't. Moving on, his eyes slowly adjusted to the little amount of light there was, before that, too, threatened to disappear into complete darkness. Night vision was no good where there was absolutely no light. "Conor.. are you there?" he said uncertainly. This wasn't as much of an adventure as he had thought it would be.
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There were no gold and glimmer awaiting them when their feet eventually had brought them to the entrance of the dark hole. Conor had expected nothing less, and followed slowly behind his brother; leaving uneven, damp paw prints behind him in the mixed ground made of gravel and rocks. The golden male breathed in the slightly edgy scent of sea and huffed; shaking his multihued coat instinctively when he imagined the salt creeping into it. It was not an uncomfortable smell at all, but it was unusual. Conor did not spend much time by the salt, wet edges of northern Dahlia. Pupils widened and threatened to swallow the soft lavender in the young male’s eyes as he followed the sandy form of his brother into the absolute darkness.
Conor mind was occupied with great beasts swallowing small children when his unpleasant train of thought was interrupted by the sound of his brother’s voice found his golden ears. It sounded less confident than it had been out in the bright daylight, and an invisible smile graced the young Soul boy’s face. As the runt of the litter Conor had suffered in the dark. He could still remember the angry badger trailing him hungrily with sharp teeth. However, today he knew better than to linger and weak up old demons and memories. He was larger than any badger and there had never been any monsters lurking in the darkness in his room. Ever. ”Did you hear that?” the young male suddenly uttered in a voice altered with alarm. The guilt was at him at once, but he could not let such an opportunity pass.
There had been no specific sound except for rhythmic music from the wet, dripping walls, but imagination received free reins here.
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