Sound the Alarms

There was something to be said about her brother. He always knew it, as soon as he got in over his head. And now? Now he was in so far over his head that the land of the living was naught but a little spec above him. Ears flattening against her skull, she listened to him fumble to explain himself and backpedal in the literal and physical sense oft he word. "Faria and I may have.." he admitted, before rambling about how wonderful his new children were, and how, really, he just wanted to be given a chance. "You and Faria!" She thundered, incredulous for the moment, but then not really. Of damned course, he and Faria! Who the hell else?! Another growl rumbled deep in her chest. He was gonna fucking get it, this time around. If they'd accidentally fucked once, and nothing came of it, that'd be fine, really. If they fell in love, she'd be happy for them, though it had taken a damn long time. However, knocking up little Ria right off the bat was unbelievable! She'd taught him better than that, in their youth. Mother had said, be careful of the boys, unless you want children, be careful about what you do. So she'd made sure Mith was aware- keep it in your pants when the girls are in heat. Such a simple concept, really. He couldn't possibly fuck that up! As it appeared, she'd been wrong.

Now, he had babies! She stepped over the little stream, glaring daggers at her baby brother. "You goddamn' moron!" she roared, lunging after him. Caia was seeing red, and she couldn't believe this at all. "I leave you alone for like, a day! And this is what you do?!" She knew he would start high tailing it, but that didn't stop her from trying. She snapped at his heels, expression twisted with fury. He was only two years old now, and already he was a father! If this was going to become a trend, she'd have to tie him to a tree every time she wanted to go out and do something! It was going to be a long winded chase, but she was too focused on how angry she was with her idiot brother that she wasn't even aware of any burn that might surface in her legs. He was dead meat.