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Murphy MacManus || The Boondock Saints

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With another cloude of wrappers, old newspaper and dust, Murphy lands next to his canine sibling. His back and arse hurt and he's certain that he's heard some glass of some bottle crash underneath him. Thankfully, the garbage seems to have shield him from cutting himself though.

"Con'?" He asks as he climbs out from the spot where he has landed, not sure if his twin is even nearby. Everything happened too fast to see anything...

But the wolf is indeed there. "Oi, Con'! Come here!" He reaches out but doesn't dare to touch him, already having learned his lesson about touching dogs during the middle of a meal.

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The second that the other reaches out, Connor draws back on his haunches. His lips pull back to show his drool covered teeth, and he growls deeply and meaning it fully. Pack or not, he's the alpha here and he eats first.

Scooting back, he continues to tear into the scrap of meat, though it's barely a few mouthfuls before he's choked it all down.

For a second he sits back, thoughtfully licking his chops. Then he leans back, pushing his chest out as he lets out a long, high howl. Several neighborhood dogs offer their own weak reply.

It's time to hunt.

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Jerking his hand back as if those eyes alone had burnt them, Murphy wonders what he can doo to try and control his brother.

"Connor! Keep it down, brother!" He tries, looking arond as the dogs join in the howling. What can he do? He can't even have a say in his twin's volume right now.

Again, he tries to approach the wolf, put his hand carefully on it's side to get Connor's attention. "Please listen ta me!"

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The curious sound he makes is a heavy huff, a quiet, non-threatening rumble in his throat as he looks down at the small, mostly hairfree packmate. Lowering his head, his ears, which are in proportion to him as an Arctic fox's are to the fox, twitch forward to pay attention to the noise the other is saying.

Once again, he recognises the words, he even obeys them and listens, though that might be through coincidence rather than understanding. He sniffs the others face again, then greets him by opening his mouth and putting his muzzle over Murphy's.

A siren screeches at the end of the alleyway and Connor's attention is torn away. Twisting and pushing off with his hind legs, he starts to bound towards the main road.

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For a second, when Connor opened that damn pie-hole of his and showed off those sharp fangs, when Connor's mouth closed over his own, Murphy thought he was about to soil his underwear. Jesus Christ Almighty.

Is that is twin's new way of begging him to shut up? It had certainly worked. Even as Connor ran away from him once more, Murphy stood on his spot, breathless, frozen.

But he knows his duty, he knows he needs to watch over Connor. "Connor! Come back!" He shouts as he runs in the direction his brother took off to. The city is no place for an animal such as the one his twin has turned into. It's even worse when it comes to the Irish neighborhood.

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The sirens came with flashing lights that bounce off the walls and posts and everything else that moves along the road. Or, doesn't move, as traffic stops still, or is forced to stop when it crashes into things that had managed to find the break.

But Connor's not interested in them, he wants the big thing that's running from him scared, screeching like that! He wants to bring it down.

Rounding a corner, he knocks over a girl that starts to scream as well. The big game is getting further and further away, and here's something small, a morsel, wounded and waiting for his jaws. Connor stops and turns on her, his teeth bared.

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"CONNOR!!" The scene is confusing, he's not even sure of what his brother is chasing after, but those screams are clear as crystal. "Brother! Stop now!"

Murphy realises that things are worse than expected once he reaches them both. Not only Connor is scaring people off, he's cornered a woman. Without even thinking, he closes his fists on Connor's thick fur and tugs on it to get his attention. "Fer fucks sakes, leave it! Come home with me!"

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The drool hangs from his mouth in a thick thread and he knows that his prey is paralyzed with fear; all it takes is one well place bite and it'll be over for her.

But then something tugs in his tail and he whips his head around to see his pack mate, a brave runt as he might be, trying to beat him to the kill. He turns his whole body as the fur from the back of his neck all the way down his spine stands up. He growls, and now he means it. This isn't fighting over scraps, this is fighting for a fresh kill.

As he pounces on Murphy, his whole body weight crashing into his chest and shoulders, the trapped girl manages to scramble away and run down the street.

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Before Murphy can even begin to feel the fear of his brother's now menacing ways, his back hits the floor, his lungs closing with the strenght of the crash.

Eyes open wide, he starts coughing, trying to recatch is breath. As Connor growls, making quite clear where they're standing, Murphy can't help but think that dying chocking would be much better than killed off by a cursed brother.

Tears fill his eyes as he struggles to say his twin's name.

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He's growling, pining the other to the floor with large, clawed hands wrapped around Murphy's biceps. He can hear the fading footsteps of his prey as she runs down the street, his ears swiveling to follow her retreat.

Making an annoyed sound, he leans in a nips at the other's cheek. He doesn't mean to do any real damage, just hurt a little, make sure its clear who's on top.

When he pulls away and gets off him, he can see the scratch where his fang caught the skin, the roll of blood. He waits for him to get up so he can see what they're going to do next.

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It stings, but doesn't hurt as much as knowing that Connor is almost completely gone.

Murphy feels the warm blood running down his cheek, his chest raising as he little by little manages to even his breath. Connor is still in there. He hasn't ate his face off. He actually waits for him, seems to study his every move.

Careful, Murphy reaches to put a hand on Connor's... arm. That's not a leg yet, its still his arm. "Lets go back home, brother." He begs.

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He cocks his head, again appearing as if he's listening, as if he might even understand. The street is empty now, people fearing the wild animal or big dog that they saw. Soon, animal control will arrive and tomorrows papers will be full of wild claims that are closer to the truth than anyone truly believes.

Connor doesn't know any of that. He's still hungry, but his hunt was unsuccessful and he'll have to live with that. he can't hunt when he's scared all the prey off.

He leans into to Murphy again and licks the blood from his face, cleaning his minor wound carefully. He wants to go back to the den now.

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Murphy can't stop glancing at their surroundings, fearing the cops will come in no time and try to shoot his brother. They don't understand, they won't get that this beast is the best man he's ever known.

As to prove his point, wolf-Connor licks his face, shows him that deep within he still loves him.

With more confidence now, Murphy cups his hairy cheeks, slides his hands down to the thick with fur neck, tugging gently in the direction in which they came from. "Please lets go back home, Connor."

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For a moment, he hesitates, but then he's stepping forwards, following the other's guidance. He knows instinctively where their den is, but he doesn't run ahead; he already knows that his pack mate can't keep up with him.

Instead, he walks with the other, bodies brushing frequently. Like this, Connor's thigh bumps against Murphy's hip as them walk. Sometimes he seems to loose his balance and leans forwards to walk a couple of steps on all fours before pushing himself more or less upright again.

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It would be easier if Connor remained in all fours. Then things wouldn't be so confusing. His brother wouldn't be a beast, but this animal would be something completely different.

Even though they share the same eyes. Or that underneath the fur, he can still catch glimpses of the tattoos they share.

Grabing the other by the arm, he rushes his pace as he guides Connor back to their building. His first instinct is to go and take the elevator, but he can't risk crossing paths with any of their neighbours. So he stands underneath the fire escape. "Can yeh take the stairs?" He asks, half hoping his twin will actually answer back.