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Thread: Twin-cest, furry style

At the sound of chocolate, Caedmon's ears perked up and flicked lightly. He glanced over his shoulder at Caelen and blinked a little bit. He loved chocolate. Anyone would be able to win him over with chocolate, probably. He couldn't help the small smile as he reached out and took the chocolate from him. Thanks and your are welcome, he murmured, nodding his head as the tip of his tail flicked back and forth. So, it's like we are ten again...when we shared a room together, he muttered, crawling up the ladder at the end of the bed so that he could sit down next to his brother.
Thread: Twin-cest, furry style

That was fun. That was before mom got Steve and we moved to that big house. Caelen said as his ears tipped back a bit. He had never gotten along with his step-father because the man wasnt the nicest to either of them. That was when it all fell apart. he said, munching on his own half of chocolate. So, are you nervous? he asked, fingering the leash.
Thread: Twin-cest, furry style

Caedmon wasn't a big fan Steve either. He wasn't a bastard, but he wasn't the nicest person ever either. Steve thought it was time they had gotten their own rooms, that they were old enough. They were even sleeping in the same bed for the longest time. Caedmon was very close to his twin until Steve came along. Nervous? For what, Caelen? he asked, glancing over at Caedmon as he snapped a piece of the yummy chocolate into his mouth happily. He swayed his feet back and forth over the bed.
Thread: Twin-cest, furry style

Just in general. I mean, this is our first time being sent away for school. It will be our first time living without mom and Steve watching us twenty four seven. Caelen said as his tail swished back and forth lightly. Ill try not to get in your way too much. I know that we dont really care for one another, but maybe that with change with time. he said with a slight smile before grabbing his bag and throwing it over the edge to land on the ground before leaping off his self so he could put his stuff in his closet.
Thread: Twin-cest, furry style

I'm more relieved to be away from them, to tell you the truth, Caedmon muttered, nodding his head as he watched Caelen unpack his messy suitcase. He laughed softly and shook his head. Honestly, he wanted to be around his brother. He wanted to be nice and friendly like they used to be when they were younger. He tilted his head to the side a little bit. Why do you wear that collar thing? It was supposed to be a joke.. He really, honestly didn't think that Caelen would like it that much. There wasn't a day that he didn't see him wearing that.
Thread: Twin-cest, furry style

Caelen blushed deeply and decided to give a half assed answer instead of the full. I was something that you came me and its beautiful. he said as he fingered the leash. It keeps a part of you with me wherever I go. I know we dont get along all the time but you were and still are the closest thing I have to a best friend. he said finishing his unpacking to turn and look at his twin
Thread: Twin-cest, furry style

Caedmon blinked at what his brother was saying and he felt his own cheeks heat up in a blush. He looked away from him and let out a sigh, shaking his head. You are so weird, Caelen.. he whispered as he got off of his brother's bed and laid on his back on his own. He glanced over at Caelen for a moment and then looked away again. Most people are going to think you are pussy whipped or something like that. Or someone's pet. Which, I hope, that you will never degrade yourself that much.
Thread: Twin-cest, furry style

You're starting to sound like mom. I can wear it if I want. It was my gift and if you didnt want me to wear it, you shouldnt have given it with me. Caelen said before moving over and pushing his brother over gently so he could lay on the bed with him. Plus, if I was gonna be someones pet it would be you. I mean, you're the one that gave me the collar. he said with a huge grin on his face, his ears twitching happily.
Thread: Twin-cest, furry style

Caedmon felt his ears drop a bit in embarrassment at what his brother was doing and saying. He bit his lip as he moved onto his side, using one arm to hold up his head. His other hand reached over to run his fingers over the leash slowly. It was supposed to piss you off and humiliate you...but no. You had to fall in love with it... he muttered as he reached up to run his fingers slowly over the furry collar. His fingers lightly brushed against Caelen's neck. You do look cute though... he said before he could stop himself and blushed even more.
Thread: Twin-cest, furry style

Caelen's whole face turned red as Caedmon started to play with the leash. He loved how close his twin was to him. His tail reached out and gently wrapped around his twin's waist. Reaching forward, he let his fingers run through his twins grey hair. You dont need a furry leash and collar to look cute. You always are.
Thread: Twin-cest, furry style

Caedmon purred out loudly as he felt his brother's fingers in his hand. He couldn't help it. He liked to be pet as much as he liked chocolate. He smiled a little bit at him, wishing that he had been this close with his brother at home...but...then again, that might have been a bad idea. Brother's weren't this close. But before he could stop himself, he was leaning over and then pressing his lips against Caelen's softly, his cheeks blushing. He didn't care if Caelen was his twin.
Thread: Twin-cest, furry style

Caelen blushed deeply before slowly pulling back with nervousness in his eyes. He knew better than to let himself fall into one of his brothers scheme to embarrassed him had worked to many times. Leaping off the bed, he nervously wandered around the room for a moment before leaving it all together. He went down and out of the building. Walking across campus quickly, he found a small river with a garden behind it. Sitting next to the river he pulled his boots and socks off before dipping it into his feet. Laying back, he tired to close his eyes and collect his thoughts, slipping to sleep eventually. While in slumber land a rain fell in quite the storm soaking him and the ground around, but he just kept sleeping, dreaming of Caedmon.
Thread: Twin-cest, furry style

Caelen.... Caedmon whispered and let out a small sigh. He placed his face against his pillow and laid there for a while. When he heard rain, his ears flickered lightly and he looked around with a small frown. He wondered where his brother was. He hoped he was inside somewhere. He pulled out his cellphone to text his brother Where are you? he asked, sending it to Caelen. He hoped that the boy had his phone with him. He sat on his bed, his gray tail curling around his waist a little bit. He was worried and he didn't really know why. Normally he wouldn't care. But tonight...he cared and it was weird. And he wasn't sure if getting away from his mother and step father was good or not. He was starting to have weird feelings for his twin.
Thread: Twin-cest, furry style

Caelen hadn't woken when the rain poured down on him. Hadnt woken when the river had risen and completely covered his lower legs and swept his shoes away, but the small vibration that occured from his cell phone woke him. Shit... he said as he popped to his feet and looked down at his soaked body. Letting out a soft whimper, he tipped his ears back before pulling out his cell phone and looking at the text. Coming home, he replied before starting his trek home. Reaching his room, he walked in, bare footed and drenched. Stopping in the middle of the room, he looked at Caedmon and let out a soft mew before a whimper
Thread: Snowmageddon and complaints about snow removal

In the midst of being snowed in for the second week straight the local paper ran an article where the head of the street department for our town gave excuse after excuse for why the streets still look like shit. The city right next door has managed to keep their streets looking pristine through all of this and the very moment you pass into our city it's like driving off road. I happen to know for a fact that our street department dwarfs that of the neighboring city yet is 116th as effective. Since all of the snow started falling they have plowed our street once and it was just a quick drive through and they were gone. The snow has been so bad that often my wife and I have struggled to get to workclass. In the article, the head of the street department said that side streets were low priority and that they would only focus on main roads. This is humorous at best since the main roads DON'T LOOK ANY BETTER THAN MY STREET! I live on the border between the two towns and every daynight the street trucks for the neighboring town line up in front of my house to prepare plowing down the main drag. It's like clockwork really, yet I have only seen ONE of our street trucks and it was that lonely truck that made a single pass up our street last week. The streets in our town are such a joke that the police have stopped taking accident reports. They will only come to you if there has been an injury. ugh In my frustration I spent most of the morning shoveling, by hand, the street I live on. I managed to shovel all of the loose snow that hasn't been compacted into ice. My progress has taken me up the street by about two houses and the improvements in driving conditions in this strip are incredible. I am currently exhausted but I plan on napping, eating, then heading back out to continue doing why my local city government has failed to do. Having gotten this off my chest I feel a bit better.
Thread: Scorched Earth (Mercutio17 and Skelace)

A thin ray of light found its way through the ruined roof of the shed. With a groan, Alexander rolled to one side, trying hard to avoid the dawn that let him know that another day in hell had begun. Within minutes enough light flooded his temporary shelter that he was forced to wake up. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes and peeked out the door onto the empty suburban street. It was unusually cloudless today, he noticed, stepping outside into the cool dawn, wrapping what used to be a shirt, now serving as a scarf across his face. He put on his small backpack, buckled it to his waist and chest, and headed out slowly into the street. Normally he would have eaten a bit before heading out in the morning, but he had not found food yet. Alexander had been on the road for weeks, and only just arrived in this little borough before dusk the night before. Having high hopes and a rumbling stomach, he held his switchblade in his hand and hiked up the street, sizing up the surroundings. It had been about a month since Alexander had seen another human, and he wasn't sure what to expect here. From his experience sometimes these little towns were treasure troves when it came to scavenging, while other times they were already completely cleaned out by others. The most dangerous possibility of course, was that there were any gangs of marauders living out of any one of these houses. While most people seemed to scavenge only from the ruins and from the dead, like Alexander did, there were always going to be those willing to take what they needed from the living. It was for that reason that Alexander carried a knife, however little protection it offered. Spotting what looked like it may have once been an attractive little house, Alexander made a lap of the yard, checking it for any signs of life. Satisfied that he had not seen any, he carefully crept in the back door, allowing the morning sun to light to room as the door slid open.
Thread: Scorched Earth (Mercutio17 and Skelace)

As the sun rose in the pale blue sky Deston knew he had a very few moments to get out of the camp. These people were not to be messed with and very few survived meetings with a group so large. They preyed on the helpless and the witless as if they were cattle for the slaughter. Well Deston did not believe himself to be like these people though he was stealing from them. The way he saw it was that he was stealing stolen goods which made him a sheriff with a rather nice bonus pay. He fought to contain a giggle that would have erupted up from the thought. Him a sheriff? That would have been the most ridiculous town ever to be protected. Well the now it was time to head out. He made off well from this band and would not be to kind if they were to awake and discover him. He held his bags as close to his small body as he could, while rushing to beat the sunlight. He had almost made it out of the building when he heard someone began to move behind him. Startled he jumped. He was safe apparently as the man still laid there. Deston turned around began taking one last step towards the door, when his foot landed on a metal bottle sending him sliding across the floor then crashing down upon the ground. It was the loudest crash He had made his entire life. The entire room seemed to awake in an uproar, as the gang awoke to the thief. Oh... uh hi guys, well I'd better be going. He sprang to his feet rushing out the door as nearly twenty men grabbed their weapons of choice and chased after him. Down the street he ran looking for cover and a place to hide as he had these few moments out of their sites. He saw a man down the street about to enter a house. He concluded his small legs wouldn't be able to carry him that far soon enough. He dodged behind a house throwing himself into a garbage can, just as the gang exploded out of the house.
Thread: Scorched Earth (Mercutio17 and Skelace)

Alexander was still holding the backdoor of the house open and peeking about inside when he heard sounds across the street. Not having time to conceal himself, he saw a figure sprinting out of a house and ducking between two others. Only seconds later, a group of men burst out of the same house. Shit...SHIT! Alexander muttered to himself, twisting his grip on his small knife. The men fanned out onto the street, looking around furiously. Alexander tried to duck around the corner, but was too slow. One of the men shouted, pointing towards him with a baseball bat. With a roar, a number of the men sprinted across the cracked and ruined asphalt. Alexander vaulted the fence behind him and fled into what would have been the adjoining backyard of another house, trying to lose his pursuers. It was of no use however, as the four men vaulted the fence as well and surrounded him on all sides. Well look what we got here boys, One of the men laughed, revealing a rotten mouth with only a few teeth remaining. We go ourselves a thief right here. What we gonna do wit 'im? One of the other men asked, this one armed with a broken table leg. I think we oughta string him up and eat 'im....he looks tasty! The toothless man grinned. Alexander briefly thought to attempt to reason with the men, but realized there was no point before he even said anything. Instead he flipped open his four inch switchblade, prepared to fight for his life.
Thread: Scorched Earth (Mercutio17 and Skelace)

For a moment Deston thought he had gotten away with only that one hitch. Then he heard them shout about finding someone, and he rattled about in the can for the nail gun he had found only last week. Finding it he aimed it at the lid of the can ready to fill the first face he saw with metal. Yet he heard nothing after that. He took the chance to peak out the can. Fuck. He saw them chasing the man that had only been standing there moments ago. Though he didn't know anything about the man he couldn't just let them kill him. He took a moment but eventually got out of the can and chased after the men lining up the gun. He couldn't shoot them on the run so he just stayed behind them hoping there were no stragglers behind him. The group he followed ended up setting up a circle around the man and who was now in confrontation with four others. It was like a sport to them as they cheered and jeered watching the fight. Deston not being able to hop the fence in his way without making a scene went around finding a spot where the fence was not quite so high. As he came closer to the group he looked for easy cover to hide from the gang as he would pump them full of nails. The fight was not going well for the poor man they had mistaken for Deston, as they were more or less toying with the man. He hid behind a few crates set there long before they were born. He fired a few shots into the large crowds' legs with one shot to a man's head then hid back behind the crates not daring to come out for world.
Thread: Scorched Earth (Mercutio17 and Skelace)

The men were tightening the circle around Alexander when a faint clicking noise was heard, and within seconds three of the four men were howling in pain and grabbing at their legs. One of the men fell to the ground motionless, but Alexander didn't have time to check what had happened to any of them. The one remaining man, armed with a tire iron, yelled and took a wild swing at Alexander. He ducked a few blows, though one grazed him across the cheek, sending a wave of pain across his face, and sending him stumbling backwards. The man then moved in for the kill as Alexander cradled his face in pain. With another howl the man moved in for the kill, as Alexander dropped to his knees, thrusting the knife into the man's thigh, twisting it. The man yelled in anger and pain, kneeing Alexander in the face with his good leg, knocking him back again. The man raised the tire iron above his head and brought it down towards Alexander's face again. As he did so, however, Alexander rolled to one side, stood up, and plunged the knife into the man's spine with a sickening sound. The man went silent, his body rigid, and fell to the ground. Panting, and still holding his left cheek, Alexander held the knife firmly, looking around for who or whatever had happened to his other aggressors.
Thread: Scorched Earth (Mercutio17 and Skelace)

Deston wouldn't dare stick his head out in to see who won the fight. He had no desire to waist the last of his nails if the fight could be avoided. The only reason he used them before was so he didn't feel guilty about getting the man killed. Instead he picked up a rock flung it out to where behind him and the winner of the confrontation. As he heard the stone drop he quickly jumped up aiming his gun at the man still standing there. Seeing a that the man was not a marauder brought a smile to the little man's otherwise serious face. Ah well its nice to see you could handle yourself against one. He looked at his battered face and tilted his head sideways, Even if you did get a little beat up in the process. The red haired man stuck out one hand while still having the gun pointed at the man to make sure he didn't do something stupid. Well my name's Deston. It was a pleasure to meet and save your life. He smiled not caring to add the fact that it was he who brought the marauders upon the man in the first place.
Thread: Scorched Earth (Mercutio17 and Skelace)

Alexander's right hand held his swelling right cheek, and he didn't extend it to shake this stranger's hand. Save my life? he grumbled, What do you want? No one goes around saving people's lives around here. Looking at the men laying around on the ground, Alexander walked over to the man he killed, and began to search through his pockets, check his shoes, socks, gloves- anything that may be in better condition than what he currently had. Alexander unlaced the dead man's shoelaces and put them in his pocket, then looked back up to the red haired man. The name's Alexander, by the way, he said, that's the family name at least. Though names are pretty irrelevant as of now I suppose. Alexander stood back up, re-wrapping his scarf across his face to hide his new injury.
Thread: Scorched Earth (Mercutio17 and Skelace)

Want? What you don't believe in people just being nice nowa days? Deston shook his head, and casually put down his hand. Well actually now that I think about it... I could use a little company. You know someone to watch my back and make sure I don't wind up like dead when I sleep. Deston tried to looks as innocent as it was possible in these days. And it's a little obvious you could use some help. You just don't know where to find stuff. I mean how smart is it to bring a knife to a fight? He pointed to where the Alexander's knife had gone into his pocket. And I seem to know where to find these things... at least a bit better than you. He smiled. He watched the man picking from the dead and wounded, holding back a laugh. He had already made pretty sure these men didn't have much, before they awoke, his pack bulging with their things. So what do ya say? You scratch my back and I scratch yours? You don't have anything to loose.
Thread: Scorched Earth (Mercutio17 and Skelace)

Alexander stared at Deston, who was watching him take the shoelaces, a smirk on his face. I've survived this long because I know how to scavenge. You have your fancy nail gun, but what happens when your shoes fall apart? Wet and cold feet will kill you just as easily as a bandit. He said coolly, standing up. And no, I don't believe anyone can just be nice nowadays. Alexander said, pressing his hand again against the hot swollen wound on his left cheek. Like how I now have a broken cheekbone because I was attacked by men, who for some reason, I get the impression weren't looking for me. He says with a hint of accusation. Without another word he turned back towards the house he had been about to enter when he was attacked.
Thread: Scorched Earth (Mercutio17 and Skelace)

Aww come on! Look even if they were after me, I'm not saying they were it just if, they were then doesn't that prove I'm good out here when shit hits the fan? He started to chase after him. Hey don't go! Come on just hear me out! I know where to find all sortsa things and it's not gonna be in there! Them guys just cleared it out long ago, the only reason I'm here in fact was to get their stuff. He ran in front of Alexander walking backwards to face him. Everyone is looking for a buddy out here to watch their back. Why not you huh? You think you can live out here forever on your own?
Thread: Scorched Earth (Mercutio17 and Skelace)

Alexander stopped to think. This Deston may be right about this house. Alexander hadn't gotten into town until yesterday, so if this Deston had really been around here before he could be right about the men having cleared out the house. Fine. He said, devoid of any emotion. Where should we scavenge then? Alexander figured there was no reason not to partner up with this stranger, at least for as long as he was in this town.
Thread: Scorched Earth (Mercutio17 and Skelace)

Ahh my good friend, we must head to the school's. In these small towns no one looks into the school's first, they will be a little cleared out but there will be plenty left for the two of us. I was going to go there myself today... He began walking off through from where him and the mauraders had came. ... had it not been for the that plump little group there. They were just to good to pass up. You ever tried picking stuff off from the maruaders while they sleep? Thats a bit of fun right there that is. Deston just kept talking and talking not even waiting for Alexander to reply, nor was he looking over his shoulder for the man, he just assumed he would fallow.
Thread: Scorched Earth (Mercutio17 and Skelace)

Alexander had not yet seen, much less considered the school that was apparently in town. He had planned to skirt the outside of the former settlement and see what could be taken from each house, then perhaps moving in if he deemed it safe. But with the death of the small marauder band, he felt more comfortable moving about the place- it was rare, if not unheard of, for more than one gang to coexist in the same area. He followed Deston as they walked towards the decrepit schoolhouse. No, I can't say I have ever tried to rob the marauders themselves. I generally give them a wide berth when I know they are around. He could hardly imagine it as the fun Deston proposed it was, though he was probably right that it was better pickings than was simply scavenging.