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Judas Poer de Aika XIII · 11-13-2011, 01:29 PM

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Truth be told, Judas had never intended on any "adventures" at all, especially with his braindead older brother who took such a long time to figure out how to unlatch the cage door that the dark-furred whelp found Octavius's lack of intellect almost impressive. Fortunately, no repercussions for his actions in aiding Judas seemed to pass through Octavius's mind; would their mother be upset? Would she punish them? Oh, probably, but never the white brother that resembled her so. Only the dark, motley runt that reminded her of her little affair with a stranger. Judas shrugged at his own thoughts. No punishment she could offer would be anything new at this point, and he'd much grown weary of the long hours spent waiting in the cage.

Eventually Octavius managed to free the latch, and with the door open Judas stepped out leisurely and stretched. Instantaneously his brother began bouncing around like a child — oh, wait, they were still children, he supposed — going on about their little adventure. At least Octavius had inherited more sympathy than their mother; he'd kept in mind Judas's burning blood-eyes, though this was not enough to sway the runt into following. Now that he'd been freed, Judas supposed he had an entire day to look forward to wandering around, as opposed to a few sparse hours when he was lucky.

The white boy licked at his nose in all the excitement, and Judas could only grumble and raise a paw to wipe it away. Okay, okay, he said finally, begrudgingly, and walked with a leisurely stride to join his brother at the den's entrance. He did not mimic any of his brother's sneakiness, instead moving with an undaunted aloofness and indifference. Where are we going?

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