OOC Intro: Even just horsing around can be bad with 2 high rage cubs.
Whispering Pines - Henderson's(#3289RAFJh)
This is a not-so-typical college student dwelling. It consists of one large main area, a smaller bedroom with its own little bathroom and a small kitchen. The main room is all too neat for a college student. There is the usual assortment of entertainment items: TV, Stereo, VCR, and a couple of video game systems. Beside that is also a small stand containing an electric guitar and small amp. The rest of the furniture is simple, a large chair and couch, both brown to match the carpet. A wide window at the far end of the room lets in large amounts of sunlight during the day. Along the opposite wall is a bookcase. Predicitably enough, the bookcase is filled with books, and on top of it there are several pictures of Tom and his family, though oddly enough, there are no pictures of him in the past five years, not even a high school graduation pictures.
Obvious exits:
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Currently the moon is in the waning Half Moon phase (46% full).
As the night slowly progresses, there is finally a calm moment for the first time in days in the apartment. Miguel is sitting Indian-style against the wall, humming to himself.
Like his fellow cub, Auggie also seems more relaxed. His reservedness has diminished a bit, and it seems he's fascinated... with the refridgerator. Right now, it seems as if he's making himself a sandwich, but all that's laid out on the counter are two slices of bread and a jar of mayonaisse. As he spreads the mayonaisse generously, he takes pause to lick the knife.
Miguel opens his eyes for minute, after a moment of being lost in thought. He smiles slightly at Auggie licking the knife, "Careful there man, you don't want to have to test out your healing abilities. What kind of sandwich you making?"
Auggie smirks. He brandishes the knife, covered in white goo, towards Miguel, jokingly. "Galliard sandwich," he tries to deadpan, but his upturned lips give it away.
Auggie(#2597PVc)
This lanky, wirey young man is in his mid-teens, perhaps 15 or 16 years old. Standing at about 5'6", he's a bit on the thin side, probably just shy of 150 pounds, but ropey muscles in his arms, evident even beneath a layer of fabric, indicate a routine of either athletics or hard work. His unkempt, curly brown hair and olive skin suggest a Mediterranean ancestry. His eyes are the color of coffee without cream, and they shine with confidence... or is that just teenage cockiness? He has a likable enough face, which is angular, ferret-like and dotted with moles, but he isn't exceedingly attractive. In fact, he has a bit of an acne problem right now. A few wispy, scraggly hairs have sprouted on his upper lip, and their length show he's never made an effort to shave them. A grey, beat-up, filthy sweatshirt and a pair of patched and threadbare blue jeans are stretched on his lanky frame. In contrast, a high-quality pair of hiking boots adorn his feet. The kid lacks the awkwardness so typical of boys his age. In fact, the only thing that really stands out about this kid his is the easy grace he carries himself with.
Miguel rocks forward and curls his hands into fists as he gets his feet under him, and stands up as straight as he can, to emphasize the height difference between the two boys. He winks at Auggie and smiles a little to show his joking, even as he makes threatening gestures with his fists. "Y'know, that's funny, I've been hungry for a bite of Ahroun myself."
Auggie chuckles, and stalks over towards Miguel, twirling the knife deftly as he goes. Small drops of white goo are flung everywhere, landing on himself, and some probably landing on the other cub. "Ahhh, what makes you think I won't cut you?" he intones mock-menacingly. A mischeivous gleam is present in the cub's eyes, which had been so glazed with shock only 24 hours earlier.
Miguel wipes a smear of mayo from above his right eye, and flings it back at Auggie. He feigns a snarl and bares his teeth as if he was a wolf, "What makes you think I won't get feral on you?" he is joking, but he obviously feels that he is responding to Auggie in kind to keep the younger boy from asserting some sort of dominance over him.
Auggie says nothing, but shows no sign of backing down to the other boy either. He continues to twirl the knife, switching it from hand to hand. He's had practice at this, and it shows. The younger cub stalks around to one side, grinning, almost leering, at Miguel.
Miguel is assessing the risk the knife presents. He's been in a scrap or two, but obviously not a knife fight. He remains out of range, trying to get ready to try to move inside of Auggie should he swing with the knife.
Auggie continues to stalk around Miguel, his dark eyes flashing. "Hmmm," he ponders. He brings the knife back, underhanded, and leaves in that position, his arm poised and taught. The cub's motions remain in a constant, graceful flow. To a person who'd been in a knife fight, it would be obvious his form was all wrong. Still, he manages to somehow look like he knows what he's doing to the uninitiated.
Miguel tries to look brave, and calculated, but is obviously afraid. He knows if he tries to make the first move, he'll get hit for sure, so he remains highly defensive. He looks like he is starting to get angry.
The door pushes open and Alicia calls out. "Riiiiicky, ah'm Hooooome!" She drops a bag on the couch and makes her way to the kitchen.
Auggie is starting to get nervous and angry as well. No one has ever lasted this long against his threats - he's used to just letting the rage do the work for him in the schoolyard. He doesn't want to lose face in front of this new boy, but he also doesn't want to get into a fight with his only potential friend so far. When he hears Alicia enter, he freezes, lowers his knife a bit, and straightens up his posture a bit. But he still keeps his gaze fixed on the other cub, to see what he will do.
Miguel looks fiercely at Auggie, and slowly and quietly begins to speak, quitly enough that Alicia hopefully won't hear. He pushes the words out through a fierce stare in a way that is controlled, yet still shows his growing anger. "Drop it. If you want to really fight me, at least do it on even terms. If you want to be friends, than NEVER come at me like that way again." his eyes flash and he sets his jaw shut extremely hard after he finishes speaking.
"Hey boys, whatcha'll doing?" Alicia asks, obviously oblivious of what is going on. She pauses for a moment as she watches the staredown between the two, then cocks up an eyebrow. "Should I leave you two to settle this, or shall I?"
Auggie sighs and winces a bit at Miguel's words. "Okay," he says quietly to Miguel. He knows theres no way he could explain his almost automatic, pre-emptive strike to the other boy, and he's less certain that now he would even care. An apology seems both ridiculous and shallow at this point, so he doesn't even try. He sets the knife back on the counter, picks up his mayonaisse sandwich, and shrugs to Alicia. "No, it's okay."
Miguel waits until he thinks Auggie doesn't see before expelling the breath he had been holding in a long sigh. He forces an obviously fake smile to Alicia and gives one of the world's weakest lies, "We were just... fooling around. Auggie and I are becoming fast friends." He flashes a strangely genuine smile to Auggie as he sets the knife down. His temper easing away, he has obviously chosen to not hold a grudge.
"... Riiight..." Alicia says with a concerned drawl, then makes her way to the kitchen. "Just remember, you two are going to need each other every day that you are cubs. Fighting only causes dissention and malcontent, and in the end, that leads towards a nice, happy path to the Wyrm, which in turn will swallow you up. No one wants to join the Wyrm, do they?" She asks, opening up the fridge and pulling out a bottle of OJ.
Auggie keeps a poker face, but his eyes and a slight twitch of his eyebrow give away his surprise Miguel's at words. He looks directly at Alicia as she speaks, but out of the corner of his eye steals glances at the very strange person whom Alicia-rhya says he will "need every day." To stave off the daunting task of conversation, he stuffs the rest of the sandwich into his mouth.
Miguel rubs his eyes a little, trying to relax. His emotions stirred up from what Alicia says and the confrontation with Auggie are busily stirring around in his mind. As always, the emotional Galliard is fairly easy to read, in spite of all his attempts to hide. He sneaks out of the room to brood on his thoughts a little, and get some sleep.
Alicia glances over her shoulder as Miguel leaves quietly and Auggie doesn't speak up. She stares at the Ahroun, then lifts up a brow slowly, shrugging. "I'm thinking bed as well." She admits with a faint grin. "Try and get some sleep, Auggie." With that, she strides past him, unscrewing the cap to her juice, yawning slightly before disapearing down the hallway.