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 Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 8:36 am
Ukoo was tired-her sleep time was not what her siblings had. They slept and smiled in their dreams and Ukoo didn't and they kicked and giggled and she thrashed and cried. She didn't understand fully what was happening during these times-but she knew it wasn't right. It was her choice, being such a tiny cub to make such a choice-to not tell anyone.
For the fact that the dreams consisted of her Grandfather mostly. She didn't understand much of it all-other than she saw her grandfathers face every once and a while. She saw his past-and she didn't understand the blood and the pain. All she knew was that her latest dream involved-
Her grandfather, Umo, walked at a young age-along his many siblings. He was a bit smaller than the others-cubs that looked like him. He walked a bit by himself, while the others growled and tumbled. He was not ferocious like them or mean like them. In fact-that was why he was alone alot. He looked over at a sibling, who spat at him and told him to mind his own business. He looked away, a look of pain on his face. His siblings hated him too
Ukoo had wandered a ways from where her family lay asleep. She couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep again-so she sat under a tree and stared at the stars
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 9:15 am
Much like the cub, Uovu was wide awake; in fact, the male was both wide awake and extremely bored. Which was never a good combination where it concerned him, as it meant he'd seek out something to occupy himself with. As it was, he'd been unlucky all night; he'd not even seen a rabbit. Not even the fleeting ear of a cub in the distance.
He had half a mind giving up for the night, finding a nice rock to lay in and wait till morning, however... Uovu was extremely stubborn in nature, and his pride would not let him rest. Thus so, the Cheetah padded on, his lips curled up into the strangest of snarls; the pelt around his face and paws had long since been burnt away in a bush fir he'd been caught in, making his features twist almost eerily when he moved. It was creepy, to say the least, and extremely disturbing at best. Though the fire had indeed left scars and damage, the male hadn't been entirely bothered by it past some time; after all, he wasn't exactly aiming to please others with his looks.
As soon as he'd decided that sleep was in order, and that perhaps he'd continue his strange little 'hunt' later on.... he caught sight of a small silhouette in the distance. All grim thoughts vanished almost instantly, the snarl that had previously been adorning his maw twisting into an eerie smirk as the male carried himself over towards the cub and her tree, "Little late for you, ain't it?" the words were whispered as he padded around her, concealing himself partly in the darkness, moving swiftly so that the child would not be able to lay sight on him for long, "What's the matter, kid? Cat got your tongue?" if said cat hadn't, in fact, got her tongue, Uovu figured he could probably remedy that in a flash.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 9:23 am
Ukoo yawned for her body was tired but her mind was not, she didnt' want to sleep and have more ugly dreams. So, she was very well determined to just sit all night and enjoy the stars and think about cubby things. Things like butterflies and her Mommy. She smiled, her tiny red eyes blinking. Ukoo was a rather pleasent little cub-being that she was sleep deprived half the time-and napping occasionally-but otherwise she played and skipped and chuckled with her family.
Ukoo thought she had been alone-but a cold spooky voice filled her with fear. She looked around stiffly, standing up and her back hunkering. It wasn't her big fl00f3h daddy... or her Grandpa... Or her cousin Ila... they didn't sound so scarey. Her eyes grew wide when her tongue was mentioned-but being the brave little girl she was-her mothers daughter-she managed to bring her courage up a bit.
N-no... I don't sweep good sometimes... so's I sits and waits till day comes-and den I sleep a wittle She said too the face she couldn't see but the voice she could hear. To make herself less scared, she imagined a small fluffy bunny talking too her-with a very creepy voice attached too it. I gots my tongue She said, a small smile forming on her maw-since she thought that his comment was rather silly. No one else could have her tongue if it was in her mouth-right?
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2007 4:00 am
A long pause followed, after which the male took the time to stop moving and slowly step into the little light the moon had to offer; his frame twitched with restrain, his maw open as he regarded the cub, "I can sing you a lullaby," something about the way he spoke made it clear that he had no such intention however. There was a sing song tone to it; a mocking hint to the sounds he made as he steadily approached.
This was, after all, the part he liked best of all.
She'd round up enough courage to face him and then she'd flee. Then he'd chase her, and finally, he'd get to quell his thirst; that is, unless someone stepped in. Raising his head minimally, Uovu allowed his nostrils to flare, eyes narrowing in the darkness; there were others near, which meant there was a slight risk to be taken on his part. Glancing down at Ukoo, he tried to determine if it was worth taking that risk, and not even two seconds had blown by before he decided that, yes, the risk was worth taking. At least for now.
"If I sing you my lullaby, you'll never have any trouble sleeping again, kid," he wasn't lying for once, either. For even he knew how impossible it was to wake the dead.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 7:38 am
((Soooo baaaaad 8DDD)))
Ukoo watched him step towards her and in her minds eye, she could see that he was not friendly in any sense-and she was afraid. But-she would not cower under him, nor run right away. She was brave-her dreams made her that way. She looked up at him, her little red eyes quizzingly staring into his face, as she felt her courage build. Besides the fact that he was scarey, Lullabys were not very comforting when your dreams are your enemy. She felt the fur rise on the back of her neck, her tiny claws digging into the ground instinctivly. She blinked up at him and curled her nose. I don' need a lullaby She said, feeling her stomach get closer too the ground.
For a fleeting second-she wished she had not wandered from the family. She watched him and kept her back too him-her tiny teeth bared now. I don' want ye' helps She said, sticking her head up at him-hoping her fangs were intimidating ((prolly not)).
She felt that she needed to start going back home but she didn't want to turn away from this stranger-who she talked too-bad girl bad girl. She instead, backed up slowly, keeping her tail between her legs.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 12:04 am
So she didn't want a lullaby, and she didn't want his so called 'help', did she?
This just seemed to make the situation all the more interesting for him; for every step back she took, Uovu took one forward, lowering his head into a dangerous stance, "Oh, come on now, kid; wouldn't that be hot? Being able to sleep, an' all?" the tone of voice he'd taken was mocking, each word and syllable taunting the cub as he approached, his eyed having gained an eerily predatory glint to them as he smirked, "Everybody needs help at some point; specially you," his tongue darted out past his burnt lips as he licked his chomps; for some off reason he was eyeing poor Ukoo almost as if she'd make the most scrumptious of meals for him, "What with the fact you're so lonely and away from home; poor lil lost cub, wondering too far from safety..."
If anything, the encounter would probably teach the petite lioness that straying too far from home at night was inevitably, a bad idea. That is, if she survived it physically un-scarred, of course, which Uovu had half a mind to not let happen. Her fear was intoxicating; he could smell it.... he could see it, for even though she was baring her small, tiny teeth, her tail was hidden between her legs, "Don't back away, kid, let me sing you that lullaby; I'm dieing to do so..." and that's when Uovu pounced, his teeth bared, his claws unsheathed, aiming for the child's throat.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 12:49 pm
By now, one would think that Ana knew all her father’s dirty little tricks. This sort of thing happened every time she got a little too confident in her ability to restrain him by simply being in his presence, every time that she thought he would behave simply because she was tired of having to chase him down. Inevitably, falling asleep tonight had proved to her just how devilish he could be when he thought no one was paying attention. Her saving grace had turned out to be her own inability to sleep through most nights; although, her reasons were very different from that of the young cub’s. She didn’t have bad dreams or even nightmares, her dream land was actually very peaceful, but it was her knowledge of her father’s ways that always kept her mind half awake at best. He could never be gone too long without her senses inevitably making her aware of his lack of presence – it was just a feeling she got.
That was why she was out here half running and half ducking, trying to look in every direction at once in an attempt to catch him before he did any serious harm to anyone. That was obviously what he was up to – he only wandered when he got that itch (an itch that was very rarely suppressed). She couldn’t claim to know how long he had been gone or in just which direction he had gone, but she could always hope beyond reason that she could intercept him before he began some sort of irreparable damage. She had done it before, out of sheer luck, but luck was more often than not on her side. Perhaps it was just a daughter’s intuition, but she could almost always hunt him down. It was the times that she didn’t that were really the most outstanding to her, not simply because he killed, but because he always seemed to get them into horribly sticky situations when he did. Needless to say, her patience with him had long since been worn thin.
It was with a sigh of relief that that flaming pelt of his stuck out against the night, splashed with a bit of the little moonlight in the area. She almost slowed her gait, almost began to calm down – when she saw the smaller form slowly backing away from him. Her mind reeled, her feet picking up speed, and her under her breath was a murmured, “damn it” – though that was almost instantly lost on the wind as she rushed forward.
“You better not!” came her yell, slightly panted from her out-of-breath lungs and disheveled mind. However, knowing how caught up her father’s mind could get in these moments of adrenaline overload, she leapt forward as soon as she spoke. She aimed right for the spot in front of the young cub, hoping beyond reason that she could intercept him before he got to the little thing.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 7:28 am
Ukoo's mind raced fast-this was what she saw in her dreams-fear and fright and danger. All of a sudden it made sense to her small mind that-this was what she saw. She stared up at him-her small eyes watering... he didn't frighten her but-there was something there that told her to run-to find Mommy and Daddy and to get away-but he was so big and tall and... She scrunched closer too the ground-her tiny body shivering.
This was what her dreams told her-that it was normal to be afraid-but she didn't understand why it was. Her dreams-her nightmares-all consisted of her grandfathers past, things no one knew-things that she did not fully comprehend... but things nonetheless. She did not know this emotion the cheetah felt-but it was hostility-desire-the want to hurt-and these things were unknown to her-in reality she was all sorts of confused.
N-n-no... My Mommy and Daddy said-to n-never talk to strangers s-s-sso... She stammered, waddling backwards with her ears flat. She didn't want him to sing to her-or even be around her-he made her feel so alone and afraid-but something inside her told her to stay... to not run... but he was going to hurt her! She stepped backwards one more time-before she stood up a bit straighter and her tail curled as she shouted at him-I said no
Her body shrunk down defensivly and a small squeal escaped her tiny mouth as she watched his body move towards her and she could almost feel his breath on her-and she knew why that lion in her dreams-her grandfather-flinched when someone made these actions towards him. She started to scramble away but-her sight of him dissapeared-and she stoped, in awe. She heard someone shout and she thought it was him and she cried out it fear-she couldn't wake up from this nightmare. Then, she could make barely make out the form of another long legged lion ((She doesn't know cheetah)) and she blinked frightendly at her-her tiny body shaking and she wished she could hide-but she was stunned. She stared at the other, who she realized had spoken a moment ago. She said 'you better not' and at this, Ukoo sighed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 10:52 am
Red haze blocked his vision; it was all he saw at first. It felt good, always had... it felt like he had the upper hand, that he'd come out on top; the adrenaline that pumped through his veins only fueled him forward, and his gaze fixed itself upon the cub's own red eyes, widened by fear. Somewhere along the line, however, the red suddenly changed into green; a vividly familiar teal green, and the haze inside his mind dissipated enough for him to finally make out the face of his daughter, standing before him, and up to him, her mouth set into a grim line of determination, "s**t!" it was voiced with a loud growl even as the male shifted his body mid leap. He hadn't really heard Anana, or anything wha had been said, for indeed, he'd been too caught up in the moment, however, somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew what she'd said.
Veering mid-jump was something one should never do, as Uovu soon enough found out; no matter how graceful his body was, there was nothing he could to do to keep himself from falling awkwardly to Anana's left, landing mere inches away from both females. Granted, his front feet had sprung out to soften the fall, but still, the slight hesitation cause the male to somehow land on his face, skidding on the ground for a second, in a cloud of dust and dirt till he stopped, "s**t...." this time it was mouthed into the ground, a snort of air coming out of his nose as he glared at both females out the corner of an eye. Not bothering to pick himself up from the floor just yet, Uovu lashed his tail angrily, "Nice of you to drop by, 'nana," the words were grumped at her almost sarcastically as his leg paw uncoiled from under his frame, his fingers drumming dramatically over the ground.
He wasn't surprised to see the smaller cheetah; not really. In fact, he wasn't even angry, just slightly annoyed that she seemed to have the worst sense of punctuality (or the best sense of it, depending at how one looked at it). After having addressed his daughter, Uovu turned to glare at the small lion cub, aiming a vicious snarl at her, his jaw opening and closing mere inches away from her form, "Lucky, lucky lil girl..." he growled as he pushed himself up, his frame shaking to rid himself off the dust, "I'm my ******** defense, she was asking for it; I didn't even lure her away. She was here. All alone. If that doesn't say 'HAVE AT ME, PLEASE!' I don't know what does."
Despite the fact his attack had been diverted, the male wasn't all that annoyed; he was no longer bored, points for that. After all, now came the good part; he'd get to see his daughter snapping, first at him, and then at the cub for being a moronic idiot. Or an idiotic moron. Whatever. Waving a paw dismissively the male curled his maw into a sneer and waited, arching a brow, "She was asking for it," he emphasised, just for show, the sneer slowly turning into the most disturbing of smirks.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 11:28 am
Anana narrowed her eyes rather irately at her father, two storms of teal brewing against the chocolate backdrop of her face. It never ceased to amaze her just how often he could find the only living creature out by its lonesome – of course, that amazement always came coupled with an overwhelming sense of anger once she actually found him. Of course, during this point it probably seemed as if she wasn’t all that upset – at least to someone who was unfamiliar with her. To her father, he probably recognized her momentary silence as that ‘calm before the storm’ and knew that in just a moment he was about to be reprimanded for tonight’s escapade. Of course, as he also guessed, that little cub was likely to get quite the piece of her mind as well. What child in their right mind came wandering out into the night alone? If her parents were here, she’d probably give them a good talking to.
“Nice of me to drop by?” she asked, each word slowly picking up a bit more bite, like a snowball that rolls downhill and eventually builds up. “I’d say it was certainly nice of me to drop by considering you were about to skin this little thing alive!” Her words were almost a hiss, her tail lashing wildly behind her. Of course, her father had heard all of this before and although it was not likely to change him any more than it had the other dozens of times, bitching at him certainly made her feel better. “I swear, I can’t take my eyes off of you for more than two seconds without you running off and finding the only living thing that could possibly be out here alone.” She quirked an eyebrow at him as she wondered just how his paws always led him to the most helpless creature around - probably in the same fashion that hers always led to him.
“And I’m sure she wasn’t asking for it. Do any of your victims ever actually look at you and scream ‘Hey Uovu, why don’t you come kill me? I’m bored and I have nothing else to do. Look how helpless I am!’?” the actual quotation was said in a rather mocking, child-like voice, although the rest of it happened to be quite cold and irritated. “No, I don’t think they do,” she said, clicking her jaw shut and giving him a good hard stare. She really needed to find a leash for him or something, or find a way to put some fear into his bones. She really was getting tired of all this running around after him.
“And you,” she said, rounding on the cub with a voice slightly less irritated and angry but no more pleasant than it had been for her father, “you have no right being out at this hour of the night and certainly not alone. Don’t you realize there are things like my father out here? He’s the reason parents tell their children all those stories about the boogy man!” She hissed, a soft low noise in her teeth as she plopped her rump down in her irritation. She was suffering from a mix of anger, irritation, and sleepiness. It was these sorts of little nitwits, the young helpless things that didn’t have enough sense to stay inside, that caused her to get little sleep on the best of nights. If they weren’t out here, her father would just get bored and come home.
“Where on earth are your parents?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at the darkness as if they might pop out at any moment. Of course, had they been that close, then her father probably would never have come as close to killing the club as he did. He wasn’t really the type to attack something unless he knew his hide was coming back out unscathed and intact. “They might have taught you never to talk to strangers but they certainly didn’t teach you much common sense if you thought it was safe enough to come waddling out here all by yourself.” She narrowed her yees, waggling a paw at the cub in her irritation, “don’t you realize you could have just been killed?” Oh, but Anana had such little patience after dealing with her father her entire life.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 12:05 pm
Ukoo watched the scene unfold before her and she wasn't sure-well-what the hell was going on. She blinked confusedly, her gaze lifting and falling from one too the other-a small quirk on her brow. So, this female long legged lioness-made the other one stop being all 'eeeeeeat'-her tiny mind processed. She heard the male say a foul word twice and when he said it the second time, she leaned sideways a bit to see why he kept saying that... only to see a striped leg or two. She didn't quiet understand his whole reasoning-that and she didn't even understand much of anything. She just blinked up at the back of the other stranger.
The ladies name was Nana-he said so. Ukoo thought about it and liked the name... though she didn't know why. Then, the gaze fell from his daughter too the little one and Ukoo stared up at him-mesmerized momentarily by his teeth before they snapped in front of him. She winced and a small whimper escaped her-though she didn't move a hair from the 'Nana's side'. She looked at him as he spoke-her head cocked and her mouth slightly ajar-she said none of those things. She shook her head side to side slowly-she had never ever said anything like that too him. If she wanted something-she'd ask her family-not this stranger.
She looked up as the female stranger began to get irritated and talk too the other-Ukoo blinked and looked down at her paws for a moment-wondering what she was getting herself into. Before she knew it, when she looked back up there was the face of the female nana. She blinked at her, wincing slightly as she said the first fragment of the sentance. She opened her mouth to speak-but clamped it shut again. Then a question came and Ukoo finally had time to speak. Mom and Dad are asleepin' She said simply-looking up at her. I dunno. She said, of course she didn't expect to be killed-she barely knew the concept of the word. All she knew was.
That guy was a bit creepy.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 6:56 am
Wait for it, he told himself was he seated himself down, occupying himself with grooming his front, left paw methodically, Here it comes. And indeed it did; no sooner had the thoughts crossed his mind that his daughter exploded, and Uovo could do nothing to hide the chuckle that followed her outburst. She was, after all, his blood, "It's a gift," he told her, pausing only momentarily in his grooming to speak before dipping his maw, his tongue running through his digits, cleaning out his claws.
Another chuckle, this one more sinister as he lowered his paw to the ground, "Actually, she was, albeit silently," turning to glance at the cub, he bared his teeth at her again, his tongue running suggestively over them before his attention focused back upon Anana's seething form, "She didn't have to say it to be asking for it; and oh, believe me, she was," as far as he was concerned, anyone out alone and unprotected was fair game, and this cub was as fair a game as they came; she'd come willingly after all. Sadly, as far as fear came, Uovu was practically immune; somehow he doubted there was anything much worse than he was, out there. That aside, he didn't truly fear death, or pain, really, so keeping him 'leashed' was hard for Anana, at best, if not extremely frustrating.
Knowing that the part of the lecture that was directed at him was over, Uovu leaned back against the tree the cub had previously been resting under to enjoy the rest of the show. A snicker hissed through his burn lips as he watched, a claw reaching up to pick at his teeth, "It's a waste of time, trying to reason with 'em, 'Nana, dunno why you keep trying; it's much easier to kill 'em than to get 'em to understand what 'danger' is," his words had been muffled by his paw, his claw tugging at something that had become stuck between his fangs, insistently, till it was flung away from his mouth. Setting his paw down on the floor, never once minding that his actions were perhaps border-line disgusting, he motioned towards the frightened cub, is lips curling up into a sneer, "Point?" he asked his daughter before shaking his head, the mane that had previously been running smoothly over the back of his head coming to hang over his eyes only momentarily before he brushed it back with a paw, "Morons, the lot of them. Why do you think it's so easy for me?"
It was true, after all, as far as he was concerned. He only snatched up those with a bloody death wish, "Yeah, 'cause obviously walking away from your parents is such a smart move; I encourage it though..." standing up, he padded closer to both females, lowering his maw till it was an inch from the cub's, "Do it again; I dare you. Next time Anana won't be be here to save your butt, kid," it was a threat, in all sense of the word; it held a sense of impending doom, however, regardless, in a way, he was helping the cub with it. Anana would know that much; if he warned her, she'd likely not stray away from her parents' sides again. If she did.... well, then she'd prove to be idiotic and thus worth skinning alive. Lifting his head, the male arched a brow, "Happy now?" that single threat was as much of an 'apology' or 'gift' as the cub was getting, which was, amusingly enough, more than many got, really.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 1:00 pm
She snorted lightly at his mention of his gift for it was ultimately a curse upon her own soul. She never got to sleep or rest properly for worry over who he could possibly be torturing, she never got to unwind for thoughts of helpless cubs flashing behind her eyelids, and she was constantly tense – like she was waiting for a disaster to befall her at any moment. Of course, living with Uovu could certainly do that to somebody – she was sure that if there had been anyone else he allowed to stay alive around him for more than five minutes, they would ultimately end up in the same worn out, stressed out life style. Of course, there was really no way to test that theory – most other creatures didn’t last alone with her father after they stopped being amusing and he didn’t find many things other than torture and killing very amusing.
As her father kept blabbering about how the cub was asking for it, despite her protests (and the cub’s own for that matter) that cubs in no way ever asked for their own slaughter, Anana found herself getting just the little bit irritated with him. With a little grit of her teeth, she pulled back her rather large tail and sent a well-aimed smack against his face, right down against his maw and in between those deep chocolate eyes of his. She glanced back over her shoulder momentarily, knowing he’d probably give her a dozen empty threats for that, but she was tired and really just wanted him to shut his trap for once. Contrary to his belief, most cubs usually liked to stay alive.
“They have to learn from somebody though, especially if their parents aren’t bright enough to teach them themselves,” she hissed irately, a dull throb rising behind her temples as her irritation built close to its bursting point. She turned her attention back to the cub at this point, her teal eyes fiery enough to burn holes through stone at that particular moment. “Did it ever occur to you that perhaps you should stay with your parents while they’re sleeping? I’m sure they would be less than pleased to know that you just snuck out here all by yourself,” she said, her words quick, cut, and to the point. With a glare at her father, she flipped her tail again in a rather threatening manner. Sure, it wasn’t painful, but it was annoying no doubt. “They’re not moronic, father, they’re just not as smart as adult lions because they have less developed brains than most adults. Of course, a developed brain could be questionable with you,” the last part was muttered, darkly and under her breath – she was grouchy from a lack of sleep.
She let her father threaten the cub all he wanted to. At this point in time, all she really wanted to do was make the little thing run home and she had to admit it – her father was the best candidate for scaring cubs to pieces. She did, however, keep a rather close eye on how near he got to the cub and just where he put his claws. If he lashed out at her after this thinking he could kill her before Anana could stop him, she’d chew him up one side and down the other. She really didn’t put it past him. “Just go home, little girl, before Daddy decides that he stills wants to play.” She looked down her nose at the cub, jaw tight. Really, she just wanted her to go home where she didn’t have to worry about dealing with saving her right now.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 6:42 pm
Ukoo looked up at the two-staring dully at them. She was confused to what they were saying-but apparently he did this often. She blinked up at them, watching him pick his teeth with a claw-she wondered how many cubs had fallen into his fangs. She swallowed the lump in her throat, she would not be telling Mom and Dad about this one. She watched him fun his tongue over his teeth and she stuck out her tongue at him-but quickly sucked it back in. SHe didn't feel as though that toying with the one who would like to rip her spine from its column.
She blinked for a moment and wondered why she knew that a spinal column was.
She stared up at him with a determined look on her face, with his breath touching her whiskers... and she stuck out her lips at him-as if it was an intimidating look. She sat down, her shoulders arched-blinking slowly. THough she hated to admit it-the lady one was right. She had to succumb to the fact that she was a little girl and creepy strangers liked little kids. So, she should just get up and go home-which is waht she started to do. She stood up, her head hanging slightly, though in her red eyes flashed defiance and spite towards that stranger with the stripes and funky face.
Inside, Ukoo hoped that when she went home-she could go to sleep-so she could forget... but something inside her-told her that she would not be sleeping tonight. She sighed, not saying anything too the two bickering cheetahs. She would never have forgotten something like this-something so funky as what that male was. In her mind-her tiny cub mind-she could not manifest the understanding of murder and lustful acts.
She made sure she was far enough away before she turned around and gave the male the nastiest look she could muster. Then she continued on her way, her little tail twitching.
Definitely not going to tell the parents.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 12:44 am
The fact he'd easily sidestepped the blow his daughter had aimed at his maw (He'd been ready and almost waiting for it after all) did not keep him safe from the rather unnerving death-glare she'd later sent his way; she was most definitely his blood. If she wished to, she could send cold shivers of sheer terror down her enemy's spines. Need to say, he was proud of this, and rather than glare back, he allowed his eyes to become hooded, a smirk sent her way before he turned around to glance at the cub.
To the cub's credit, she didn't look particularly traumatise, however, Uovu wasn't entirely sure if this was due to the fact she was brave or... increasingly stupid. He voted for the later however as he rolled his eyes somewhat, his gaze lingering away and towards her daughter's lithe frame. Which mind you, seemed to be rather looming at the current moment; oh he DARED anyone to get in her way... he was rather damn sure that just like she was the only one he was able to withstand, he was the only creature she'd allow to get away with such stunts.
Others would have been maimed. Metaphorically speaking.
"Actually, not all are moronic; this one is though," he languid gaze stared back at her," contradicting her point with a rather valid one, "There are many cubs out there that are extremely smart. Sly even and would and WILL get away from me. It's been proved. Without your help," he sneered someone, choosing to ignore the her jab at him, for after all, she knew she didn't mean it. He could tell when she really meant something, and right now what her words seemed to be saying was 'I want some ******** SLEEP, please and thank you!', "This one here just lacks intelligence; I don't think she even grips the fact she was almost killed. I just off the stupid ones," he watched the cub turn away and leave, his voice suddenly becoming taunting, mocking her retreating form, "Go home, go home, before the demons come out to play... if you ever hear the voice of a stranger, ringing in the night, don't hesitate to answer, and maybe you'll get your death wish," this said, he turned around, brushed against his daughter's side and padded off into the night. He paused momentarily to look at Anana, waiting for her to catch up before continuing onward.
Sleep was in order.-- The End --
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