Nothing but a game

“Well well well…” the black and gold boy sing songed tauntingly. “If it isn’t Lameos “ Rogdar jeered from his resting place on top of a moldy and moss covered pile of hay, clearly more than a little proud of the name he had created for his smaller brother. He slid with unparalleled grace down the side of the sloping haystack and gave a small skip away from the hill, flicking his golden tipped tail in a perfect arch.

“What’re you doing Lameos? Being lame?” The larger boy teased, tossing his head proudly in the direction of his slate furred brother, a wide and sly grin on his face. “I bet you just found out about this place huh?” He asked rhetorically, never once dropping his haughty body language or his mocking tone. “I’ve been coming here for WEEKS! And I already found all the cool stuff.” In truth today had been the first day he had even thought to venture out of the orchard and away from his family, and had only arrived moments before his brother had, but Rogdar was cunning for a boy so young, and if his brother called his bluff he’d be able to weasel his way out of it.

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