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Post by Ruthilo on May 20, 2017 2:41:49 GMT
"Ruthilo is here because Ruthilo is learning. Go places, learn recipes, share tastes with many. Ruthilo look to make happy tummies many places. Find many others here who not taste Ferious food. Want spread tastes." The younger scyther's movements were smooth and measured, returning to his dish cleaning with care while still keeping an eye on his Heridox sibling. Wether they were blood related or not was a mystery, but while he may be younger, it had been Ruthilo that had helped take care of Zorre when he first entered the clan. They had practically been brothers during that time. Zorre the hunter, Ruthilo the cook. They had even earned a nickname together in the clan. The Butcher and the Beast, for during their hunts, both seemed to return to their feral roots, and carved a bloody path without any help. It was only thanks to their upbringing that even during these hunts, they obeyed the rules of the clan. Never overhunt, and only take the weak and old of a herd. It was THE rule of all hunts. It was respect for the feral way, and respect for the future of all, ferals and not. Helping the prey become stronger and healthier meant stronger and healthier predators, after all. "Of course, Ruthilo will always turn home to Ferious. Is place of family, yes? Ruthilo family, Zorre family. All Ferious. All Heridox." Here Ruthilo gave his brother a smile, the dishes clanking together as he placed them on the drying rack with care. As he did so, Zorre might notice just how sharp his blades had become. That trait of all Scythers, wherein their blades became sharper the more things they cut, was a boon to the cook. After all, he had to chop things daily, and that showed, as did the blood stains upon them. "Ruthilo hopes broth is to liking. Had many hunts losing time to use. Not last for next dish, so made memory of home with. Get Zorre for trouble of making! But why Zorre in city? Ruthilo thought Zorre not like big cities. Not even stay in Ferious capital unless have to. Ruthilo remember, find brother near edge of forest all time. Stay night with sometime." He tapped his chin with a blade tip, before smiling a little. "Ruthilo almost forget! Want ask, why Zorre go away? Not see in long time. Ruthilo miss brother!" Zorre, 400 words on the dot
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Post by Zorre on May 20, 2017 3:09:53 GMT
Zorre blinked as his questions seemed to let loose a spout of information from his once-clan-mate. So Ruthilo wanted to share Ferious tastes with this country? It seemed like a futile endeavour to the older scyther, but Ruthilo would do what Ruthilo wanted, and who was he to stand in the way of his friend's dreams? Whilst talking, the younger scyther had turned to doing dishes, easily manipulating the items with his blades in a way that made the older scyther envious. He was nowhere near as good at using his blades to manipulate objects without slicing them to bits. Of course, that might be because his scythes were so sharp, but Zorre saw that Ruthilo's blades were sharp, too, sharper than last Zorre had seen them. That made Zorre proud of the other scyther, that he was still honing his blades, even in the restaurant business. Of course, scyther blades only grew sharper the more they were used, and certainly they saw much use, if the bloodstains on the other's blades were any indication. Zorre's eyes fell down to his own blades, stained similarly, but for a different, more shameful reason. As Ruthilo talked of family, Zorre couldn't help but feel his heart sink. He couldn't go back, not like Ruthilo. He had broken the sacred laws of their clan. He had killed for the sheer joy of killing, killed young and healthy prey, and he had attacked civilized pokemon, even if he hadn't killed them, he'd attacked them, drawn blood, and enjoyed it. It mattered not that it was a separate part of him, it was still him and he had still done it. Zorre almost missed Ruthilo's next words in his misery. He listened to Ruthilo's questioning, and wondered himself. He had known better than to enter the city, really. He shouldn't have -it was only thanks to Ruthilo that he'd not hurt someone again. "Broth I your smelled," he said. "Help couldn't myself... home like smelled." He supposed that was true. He had smelled home and, against his better judgement, had followed. He sighed, looking down at his blood-stained blades once more. "Something can tell I you?" he asked in a small voice. "Broken I have, laws sacred. Innocents blood of, blades stained are my with. Am... I disgusting am. not control I can, side feral. To talks me, does it. Whispers ear in things, does it. weak, too I am." Zorre's cheeks were streaked in tears by this point. Awww, does the wittle bitty buggy baby fear me? the hated voice whispered gleefully in his mind. I wonder how he would taste, don't you?"NO!" Zorre burst out wildly. "is he food not! Family, be he! NEVER!" The voice just laughed, high-pitched and insanely, causing Zorre to grip his head in his blades again, wishing the other would go away. You'll see things my way eventually. He'll hate you, just like everyone else. Soon, you'll see that all you have, is me, the voice crooned, sickly sweet, in his ear. I am all you have, Zorre. I look after you, don't I? Don't I deserve some leeway? I saved you, again and again, from threats too great for a weakling like you to handle."Away, no go! Never for I to you come asked!" Zorre snarled to the voice in his head, unaware of any looks Ruthilo might be giving him. He couldn't lose to his feral half, now, of all times. He couldn't hurt his family! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Word Count: 589 Ruthilo,
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Post by Ruthilo on May 20, 2017 17:09:39 GMT
Suddenly, Ruthilo too burst out laughing, only his was the heartwarming and jovial kind of laugh, which was a perfect counterpoint to the maniacle laugh within Zorre's head. "Zorre, family is always food! Ruthilo will one day rejoin cycle, like all clan do. Zorre will to one day. One day, too old, little fight left. One day, join all before in cycle. Become meal like all meal become us. Even so called 'enlightened' join cycle one day. Just slower way." He tapped the cheek of his brother gently with tip of his right blade, a familial gesture. "Feral side important. Not let control, but not avoid. No, not avoid. Part of Zorre. Not nice part, no. Useful though. Just like Ruthilo. Zorre just has side that talk back. Ruthilo just feel. No talk. Is strong, feral us. Useful. Smart. But not always right." He turned away, gesturing to the whole of his kitchen. "Feral side only strong in hunt. Not strong in kitchen, yes? Good at getting food, but not good at making taste better, yes? Ruthilo close? Ruthilo bet feral Zorre think Ruthilo weak. Zorre remember, though. Zorre remember hunt with Ruthilo, yes? Zorre may be beast, but Ruthilo...Ruthilo is Butcher." Here he leaned back to his brother, eyes locking with Zorre's as he bore his sharp toothed maw. "Ruthilo not fear. Ruthilo strong. Ruthilo is Heridox! Zorre, what be you? Tell brother, what be you? Lost feral in woods, or Heridox Hunter? Heridox hunt feral, as feral. Rules remind keep prey strong, so that Heridox become stronger with prey. Stronger prey, stronger Heridox. Did Zorre forget?" Ruthilo stood tall before his brother, and both sides of Zorre would feel only one thing radiating off the other Scyther, both the bloodstains on his lips and blades, as well as the carved blades in his cheeks and hips, providing even more of this feeling. Fearless predator. Zorre , 317
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Post by Zorre on May 20, 2017 17:56:03 GMT
Zorre paused as Ruthilo started laughing too, but this laugh was a nicer one -laughing with him, rather than at him. Ruthilo went on to point out that one day, Ruthilo would become food, just as Zorre would, and even the so-called 'enlightened' pokemon that looked down on them, would eventually become food as well. It was part of the cycle, which Zorre had forgotten about.
See? Even he knows when he is food or not. So DO IT! whispered the voice in his mind, but Zorre shook his head. Ruthilo reached out and tapped him on the cheek with the blunt end of his blade, a comforting gesture.
He went on to tell Zorre not to push away his feral side, that it was important too, as long as it was kept in check. That was where Zorre hung his head. He was too weak to keep his feral side in check, and his feral side was too strong. Yeeesss... You are too weak to oppose me. Give in to me, the voice chuckled sinisterly.
But Ruthilo wasn't finished. He gestured to the whole of the kitchen and pointed out that his feral side was only useful in the hunt, and not in civilized places such as the kitchen. But Zorre knew that! It was why he avoided cities at all costs, lest his feral side win out and cause a rampage. Ruthilo was right in thinking that Zorre's feral side thought him weak, thought both of them as weak.
But as Ruthilo turned and reminded Zorre of his old moniker, something changed. Zorre was able to see the strong scyther his brethren was, and his feral side backed down for a moment, entranced by the blood on the other scyther's blades. Perhaps he is a predator, too, the voice whispered grudgingly. But all the more reason to strike, before he does!
"not, no would attack me he!" Zorre muttered angrily to his other half. He looked up at Ruthilo, meeting his brother's eyes. "Do, thank I Ruthilo you."
He paused, looking down at his own stained blades. "Inability, myself control ashamed was to I of my. Reminded you me rules the of but. You that I for thank."
Awwww, isn't that sweet? crooned the voice. He's still going to eat you, and it will be all your fault.
Zorre bared his teeth in a grimace, but made no other reply to the voice. He wasn't going to give it the satisfaction of having him answer. He wouldn't give in to his feral side; he just wouldn't!
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Post by Ruthilo on May 21, 2017 23:43:16 GMT
"Is no problem, Zorre. Ruthilo think we have long time before become dish for family. Maybe become dish together if fall in hunt! Would be something, yes? Return to cycle together. Brothers to end. Haha!" Ruthilo leaned forward and gave another familial tap to Zorre's chin, smiling that warm smile again as he did so. With a chuckle, he ladled another bowlful into Zorre's bowl of the delectable broth, the mouth watering steam reaching straight to his brother's nose to tease him to eat more. "And not worry about too much meat. Ruthilo need hunt again soon anyway. Tomorrow make meat dish for special. Depend on what find in hunt, though. Ruthilo need change hunting ground. Present place have too many hunters. Not enough prey. All left are strong and need breed before hunt again." Here he paused, tilting his head as he watched Zorre, the carved blades in his cheeks standing out in the cast shadows of the kitchen. His eyes looking Zorre over, as if sizing him up. "Perhaps brother help with hunt? Could bring more meat for bigger dish with second hunter. Maybe get more customers. More happy tummies. Want hunt together?" He sounded and looked excited about the prospect. After all, a hunt with Zorre would be very nostalgic for them both. I might even get to really cut loose once again. It has been a long time since I got to let myself go within the hunt. It'll be refreshing, to feel like a feral again.
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