The Lion King
NOTE: This is a past thread which dates back to when Thurion and Thyrian were small children, before their old lives ended and fate claimed them both.
Pelagar
Pelagon, Tapani Sector
Amongst the hustle and bustle of the city streets of Pelagar were two children, one younger and one older. The 5-year-old had golden hair and blue eyes, while his 10-year-old brother had dark hair and the eyes to match it. "Thyrian, wait up!" said the younger brother, who struggled to keep up with his older brother, who had issued a game of tag between the two. Five years separated the two, yet they were an inseparable pair; the one called Thyrian would never abandon his brother, who was his responsibility and had been since before the younger brother, called Thurion, could even walk. Their parents were both dead through unknown circumstances of which none of them would remember, and even Thyrian struggled with remembering their faces. This is how it had always been, and always would be; the two of them fending off whatever life would dish out and triumph, so long as they were together. Eventually the older brother settled down and allowed the younger to catch up, prompting a hardly noticable slap on his arm, along with a soft: "You're it!" But instead of returning the favour, Thyrian grabbed hold of his panting brother and proceeded to wrestle him at the side of the street. They'd roll around in the dirt without so much as a care in the world, and the older would always let his brother win in the end by admitting defeat. In the end he embraced his younger brother upon helping him onto his feet. "You win again, Thurion! I don't know how you do it."
Pelagar
Pelagon, Tapani Sector
Amongst the hustle and bustle of the city streets of Pelagar were two children, one younger and one older. The 5-year-old had golden hair and blue eyes, while his 10-year-old brother had dark hair and the eyes to match it. "Thyrian, wait up!" said the younger brother, who struggled to keep up with his older brother, who had issued a game of tag between the two. Five years separated the two, yet they were an inseparable pair; the one called Thyrian would never abandon his brother, who was his responsibility and had been since before the younger brother, called Thurion, could even walk. Their parents were both dead through unknown circumstances of which none of them would remember, and even Thyrian struggled with remembering their faces. This is how it had always been, and always would be; the two of them fending off whatever life would dish out and triumph, so long as they were together. Eventually the older brother settled down and allowed the younger to catch up, prompting a hardly noticable slap on his arm, along with a soft: "You're it!" But instead of returning the favour, Thyrian grabbed hold of his panting brother and proceeded to wrestle him at the side of the street. They'd roll around in the dirt without so much as a care in the world, and the older would always let his brother win in the end by admitting defeat. In the end he embraced his younger brother upon helping him onto his feet. "You win again, Thurion! I don't know how you do it."