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 Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2017 11:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 12:16 am
Yes, the day trip would mean a trip to the roguelands, something he hadn't wanted to do entirely, but since he wasn't yet a member of the pride he found it was the most ideal way to spend time with family he had there. That meant taking the cubs on little excursions, typically they included more than just one of the litter, but he couldn't really beg for more. Especially if his suspicions were true in that this little cub had snuck away from his family to see the borders.
"Where shall we go?" He asked back to his son in a way that suggested he would explain himself, not that he had any idea how the day would play out. "Well as you may remember from a previous trip that we will be headed out into the rogue lands." Angra paused, knowing full well that the cubs tiny mind just blew up with excitement, that excitement exploded (slowly) from the inside, out. It was certainly an incredible thing to watch, seeing someone so excited about something. "Perhaps we could go for a hunt, a swim, even a nap."
The smile on his face reached his eyes when he suggested a nap which got a very pronounced reaction from his son. "I didn't sneak away just to nap." A thorough look of disappointment was made clearly on his face with a scrunched up nose, narrowed eyes beneath a furrowed brow and a rump that sat squarely. All signs that Chernabog was not about to be treated like a cub when he was out, even if he was one in body - he certainly wasn't one in mind. "Oh son, one day you'll come to appreciate when you're able to nap." Those words would haunt Chernabog when he became a father one day.
"Fine, fine.." Angra raised a paw and lazily waved away the angry mumblings of his spawn. "What would you like to do on your day off?" Blue eyes looked down to Chernabog as the cub took a more thoughtful pose to reflect on this question. It was clear he was taking this very seriously and so any decision he made wasn't about to be a light one. "Swimming!" He leaped up, all seriousness was swept aside at the idea of swimming and finally, the laugh that fought Angra was let loose in a booming way. "Really? My tough cub would like nothing more than to spend his time with me while swimming?" He smiled at the suggestion.
Chernabog narrowed his eyes. "Well we could... hunt too?" He suggested. "There technically will be fish in the waters, no?" The suggestion wasn't completely off the charts on a crazy level and Angra nodded, agreeing to the suggested idea. "You're absolutely right, how could I have forgotten."
Though of course, there was no way he'd convince the cub to be stealthy enough to hunt while swimming. He recalled a previous occurrence of this and was reminded that cubs had a patience level small as a flea. The likelihood that he'd even want to stay in the water the whole time they were there was even an idea he figured was insane enough on it's own. So Angra let the gears continue to turn while he figured out where to take the youth to swim. "Well, let's get started." He stood, shook free some of the dust that had stuck to his pelt - suddenly thankful for the suggested swim at the sight of the filth sticking to him. He watched as Chernabog completed the same ritual and the pair began to wander from the prides borders.
"So how far are we going?" The words dug into Angras ears like nails on a rock. They were infamous with cubs and their need to know how long things might take, how long until they got there and so on. So he didn't answer the question away and instead continued to walk in a silence that fell between the pair of them, but only briefly. "Father." Chernabog stated, simply and without much of a question and more so to check and see if his father was listening. He turned up curious purple eyes to find that the blue pair owned by Angra were staring straight ahead in a manner that suggested to leave questions out of it. Yet he was compelled.
"How much further?"
"Not much further." Angra responded, bluntly.
"Are you sure?" The small voice piped up.
Angra continued to stare ahead, not completely regretting his choice to snag up a family member, but he did regret it in the smallest amount. That little voice had a way of prying into his brain and finding nerves he didn't know existed. It basically created a short fuse on an individual who already found himself fairly easy to aggrivate. "Father." There it was again, that little voice. "Are we there yet?"
Just as he was about to turn on his son he spied the creeping waves of a small body of water that was stirred into motion by a gentle breeze. "Yes." Angra responded as relief washed over him. "We are here." The walk hadn't even been a long one and yet he found himself already exhausted. Surely not all cubs were like this, he pictured his previous litters mother and was reminded that she had spent plenty of time asleep or laying. Perhaps this was why? It shone a new light onto why females found themselves in a mood to nap - though they didn't have the opportunity often and he hoped that Balia was handling the litter well, considering she was a single parent on most occasions.
"Well..?" Angra paused as they approached the water. "What are you waiting for?"
The words were just barely leaving his mouth and lips closing to widen into a smile as Chernabog bolted, making his way directly to the sloping banks of the water before them. The small body took to the water like a fish himself, the sight was incredible from a parents point of view and soon Angra scooted forward to join him by jumping and plummeting from the sky to create a burst of water, which rained upon a very excited little cub.
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