Post by Luella Vaettir on Feb 14, 2014 21:38:53 GMT -5
The bull tossed its head before stomping over to a fresh patch of grass, chomping on it with his big teeth. He grazed near the fence to a wide, open field. Scattered about were several cows, also grazing contently, with a few little calves bounding about. Lined up along the fence were four elvin children. Three boys, one girl. The children looked to be around the age of six or seven. The female elf was standing on the fence itself, and was currently knocking a rock into her new slingshot.
“Elle, are you sure this is a good idea?” A dark haired boy asked, looking up at the golden haired girl. She was pretty, prettier than most other girls. He wouldn’t admit that though. Girls were supposed to be gross. He especially liked her long hair and bright blue eyes. But maybe his most favorite feature was her pointed ears, which were actually longer than the average elf’s ears. Somehow it made her special. You knew a member of the Vaettir family when you spotted those longer pointed ears. Every child of the family had them.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Elle asked, eying the bull, which hadn’t even glanced at the children yet.
“Because it’s Old Man Harper’s bull, and he’s a friend of father’s.” A voice spoke up. Elle and the other boys looked to Aerin, who was leaning against the fence, peering at the bull. The boys liked Elle. She acted like a boy herself. They were less comfortable with Aerin, who always would read, or simply sit and stare at nothing. Aerin was a drag really. Dead weight. He never really wanted to explore or do what they did. He never wanted to go out and adventure. Aerin turned to look at Elle, and the others were always struck by how similar the two looked. Golden hair, though his was shorter, and the same bright blue eyes. It always struck them because the two twins were completely different.
“Old Man Harper won’t even know. Not unless SOMEONE doesn’t tell him.” Elle replied, turning to look back at the bull. Aerin rolled his eyes. Elle and the others always acted like he was a snitch, but he never told on anyone. Well, not often anyways. It was usually themselves who gave away their little secrets. But they blamed Aerin anyways. Probably because he never really argued back.
Elle eyed the bull a moment longer before she pulled back on the slingshot, taking careful aim. A little grin was on her face. The other two boys stood by, eagerly waiting, watching.
“You’ll get it mad.” Aerin said, shifting, becoming a bit nervous. His gaze flicked between Elle and the bull, whose rump was now presented to his sister. The bull continued to graze, completely unaware of the children’s plans.
“It’s behind a fence. It can be mad all it wants.” Elle said, rolling her own blue orbs this time.
“Yes, but the fence is-“ Aerin began, but was cut off by the twang of the slingshot. He didn’t see the rock fly, but he heard it strike the bull with a little snap. The bull reared up, letting out a roar. The two other boys pushed themselves back from the fence, eyes wide. Elle jumped off the fence and backed up, Aerin at her side, as the bull stomped over to the fence, snorting its anger at the four children. It glared at them, particularly at Elle, before it turned and began walking away into the field, tail flicking this way and that. Elle let out a breath before looking to Aerin, smirking.
“See? He can’t do a thing!” She said. Aerin gave her a sharp look, as if she were stupid.
“The fence is wooden Elle.”
“So?” Elle replied, sticking her slingshot into her pocket. Before Aerin could reply, the thunderous sounds of hooves seemed to bellow down on them, along with a long, loud roar. The twins looked up in time to see the bull charging the fence, and the wooden fence splinter and shatter before the angry force of the bull. The bull tossed its head and slowly turned to face the golden haired twins, shoulders tensed, eyes wide, and snorting out its displeasure.
Aerin and Elle both let out identical shrieks, expressions both wide eyed in identical looks of fear, and they turned and bolted. The bull roared again and stormed its way after the two, ignoring the other boys entirely. Elle and Aerin both ran for the nearest tree, which was a bit away. Elle ran ahead, being faster than her brother. Aerin glanced over his shoulder to see that the bull was nearly on his heels.
They reached the tree, and Elle climbed it with some panicked ease, while Aerin barely managed to scramble after her by the time the bull reached the base. Aerin clung to the lower branches as the bull reared up and slammed its head against the tree over and over. Elle clung to the trunk, leaves raining down around her. The bull relentlessly slammed its horns against the tree, the tree jolting with every hit. The twins held on for dear life, both squeezing their eyes shut.
Finally they heard a loud crack. The trunk seemed to vibrate beneath their small hands for a split second. Aerin and Elle looked at each other with wide, fearful eyes as the tree began to tilt.
“He broke it!” Elle screamed, turning to watch the ground slowly rushing up. The tree felt like it was falling in slow motion.
“Did he!? Do tell!!!” Aerin screamed back, managing to lace sarcasm in with his fear. The two both gave a shriek as the last of the tree’s trunk snapped and the tree toppled. It fell, giving a rather anticlimactic fwump as the thick foliage cushioned the fall. Moments later two golden heads popped up, looking around in fear for the bull. Elle gasped and pointed to the bull, Aerin turned to look. They both watched disbelievingly as the bull stumbled about the tree, eyes rolling. It would look at them, charge, and miss the twins and the fallen tree entirely. Then it stopped to shake its head, as if to clear it.
“…he hit it so hard that he’s dizzy.” Elle said, shocked. They watched the bull fall over, then give a pitiful, angry bellow. After a moment or two Aerin slowly tugged himself free of the branches and leaves, dusting off dirt and twigs from his person, before looking at Elle.
“…I’m telling.” He said, deciding to break his usual silence. He turned and darted off past the bull towards home. Elle gasped and squirmed out of the branches, stumbling once before freeing herself. Her slingshot left forgotten by the tree.
“Aerin you better not!” She yelled, chasing after him. The bull watched the twins go before giving an annoyed snort.
“Elle, are you sure this is a good idea?” A dark haired boy asked, looking up at the golden haired girl. She was pretty, prettier than most other girls. He wouldn’t admit that though. Girls were supposed to be gross. He especially liked her long hair and bright blue eyes. But maybe his most favorite feature was her pointed ears, which were actually longer than the average elf’s ears. Somehow it made her special. You knew a member of the Vaettir family when you spotted those longer pointed ears. Every child of the family had them.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Elle asked, eying the bull, which hadn’t even glanced at the children yet.
“Because it’s Old Man Harper’s bull, and he’s a friend of father’s.” A voice spoke up. Elle and the other boys looked to Aerin, who was leaning against the fence, peering at the bull. The boys liked Elle. She acted like a boy herself. They were less comfortable with Aerin, who always would read, or simply sit and stare at nothing. Aerin was a drag really. Dead weight. He never really wanted to explore or do what they did. He never wanted to go out and adventure. Aerin turned to look at Elle, and the others were always struck by how similar the two looked. Golden hair, though his was shorter, and the same bright blue eyes. It always struck them because the two twins were completely different.
“Old Man Harper won’t even know. Not unless SOMEONE doesn’t tell him.” Elle replied, turning to look back at the bull. Aerin rolled his eyes. Elle and the others always acted like he was a snitch, but he never told on anyone. Well, not often anyways. It was usually themselves who gave away their little secrets. But they blamed Aerin anyways. Probably because he never really argued back.
Elle eyed the bull a moment longer before she pulled back on the slingshot, taking careful aim. A little grin was on her face. The other two boys stood by, eagerly waiting, watching.
“You’ll get it mad.” Aerin said, shifting, becoming a bit nervous. His gaze flicked between Elle and the bull, whose rump was now presented to his sister. The bull continued to graze, completely unaware of the children’s plans.
“It’s behind a fence. It can be mad all it wants.” Elle said, rolling her own blue orbs this time.
“Yes, but the fence is-“ Aerin began, but was cut off by the twang of the slingshot. He didn’t see the rock fly, but he heard it strike the bull with a little snap. The bull reared up, letting out a roar. The two other boys pushed themselves back from the fence, eyes wide. Elle jumped off the fence and backed up, Aerin at her side, as the bull stomped over to the fence, snorting its anger at the four children. It glared at them, particularly at Elle, before it turned and began walking away into the field, tail flicking this way and that. Elle let out a breath before looking to Aerin, smirking.
“See? He can’t do a thing!” She said. Aerin gave her a sharp look, as if she were stupid.
“The fence is wooden Elle.”
“So?” Elle replied, sticking her slingshot into her pocket. Before Aerin could reply, the thunderous sounds of hooves seemed to bellow down on them, along with a long, loud roar. The twins looked up in time to see the bull charging the fence, and the wooden fence splinter and shatter before the angry force of the bull. The bull tossed its head and slowly turned to face the golden haired twins, shoulders tensed, eyes wide, and snorting out its displeasure.
Aerin and Elle both let out identical shrieks, expressions both wide eyed in identical looks of fear, and they turned and bolted. The bull roared again and stormed its way after the two, ignoring the other boys entirely. Elle and Aerin both ran for the nearest tree, which was a bit away. Elle ran ahead, being faster than her brother. Aerin glanced over his shoulder to see that the bull was nearly on his heels.
They reached the tree, and Elle climbed it with some panicked ease, while Aerin barely managed to scramble after her by the time the bull reached the base. Aerin clung to the lower branches as the bull reared up and slammed its head against the tree over and over. Elle clung to the trunk, leaves raining down around her. The bull relentlessly slammed its horns against the tree, the tree jolting with every hit. The twins held on for dear life, both squeezing their eyes shut.
Finally they heard a loud crack. The trunk seemed to vibrate beneath their small hands for a split second. Aerin and Elle looked at each other with wide, fearful eyes as the tree began to tilt.
“He broke it!” Elle screamed, turning to watch the ground slowly rushing up. The tree felt like it was falling in slow motion.
“Did he!? Do tell!!!” Aerin screamed back, managing to lace sarcasm in with his fear. The two both gave a shriek as the last of the tree’s trunk snapped and the tree toppled. It fell, giving a rather anticlimactic fwump as the thick foliage cushioned the fall. Moments later two golden heads popped up, looking around in fear for the bull. Elle gasped and pointed to the bull, Aerin turned to look. They both watched disbelievingly as the bull stumbled about the tree, eyes rolling. It would look at them, charge, and miss the twins and the fallen tree entirely. Then it stopped to shake its head, as if to clear it.
“…he hit it so hard that he’s dizzy.” Elle said, shocked. They watched the bull fall over, then give a pitiful, angry bellow. After a moment or two Aerin slowly tugged himself free of the branches and leaves, dusting off dirt and twigs from his person, before looking at Elle.
“…I’m telling.” He said, deciding to break his usual silence. He turned and darted off past the bull towards home. Elle gasped and squirmed out of the branches, stumbling once before freeing herself. Her slingshot left forgotten by the tree.
“Aerin you better not!” She yelled, chasing after him. The bull watched the twins go before giving an annoyed snort.
