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 Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 12:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 4:14 pm
As the large red form came crashing down upon the surface of rippling waters Chernabog tried his best to move free from a chance at being crushed. Not that he feared for his life, but it did occur to him the size difference between his father and himself. That size difference alarmed the youth a small amount and he began to flounder at the surface, saved by a helping paw of his entirely soaked father. "Whoa, you alright there?" Anyone looking in from the outside that knew Angra and what he had been like wouldn't know he lion now. He was an entirely changed individual and only because of the youth he was with - had anyone else shown up there was no way he'd be half as happy to accept them. Blue eyes were glowing with joy as he watched the cub calm down with his aid.
"I'm okay, now." Purple eyes peered up at his parent with an awe that was inspired by the simple way he was helped to settle down. Finally the closeness of it all began to ring alarm bells in his head that told him to push and shove away from his parent. "Let me go." He gave a shove and Angra let go without a struggle - he knew the need to be free and moving, especially after a close encounter. He had felt the same after his times with various partners up and to this point in time. So after letting go he moved away from the youth to provide additional space, whether the cub wanted it or not.
Chernabog felt natural in the water, he couldn't reach the bottom and yet the fear he had before was entirely gone, as though it had never existed - the demon within had been whispering soothing words to suggest that he was safe and couldn't be beaten by a measly drink. There was no need to panic or squirm, beyond getting away from the isolating arms of his father - that was uncomfortable, but not at first. The voice was convincing and something he trusted beyond a doubt and so when it spoke to him he couldn't ignore what it had to say. "Do you see any fish?" The small voice spluttered as a small ripple of water caught him in the face when he spoke.
Angra laughed, a booming laugh, at the question. "I thought you didn't intend to hunt?" He smirked. "I have made to much motion for the fish to be easy enough to get. Or do you think you can still get one?" He offered the question to the cub while seeking the now murky waters surface. There was no way they'd find something unless they both stopped moving and waited patiently. Patience was not part of this cubs personality and so Angra found himself trying to find something to appease the tiny demon. He spied a few tails mingling about, but there was nothing securable - not immediately.
"Well I didn't want to hunt, but now I do!" The cub proclaimed, excitement in his voice was obvious as the way he moved and wriggled to try and keep his head above water, but also seek out some of the wriggling fish he so desired. "Do you see any Dad?" He asked, water filling his mouth to the point that he coughed, but he still fought on as a brave young soul seeking a meal. Dad. That name caught him off guard nearly, but not entirely. It was still a shock to think that this little being was his, the being was so full of life and had yet to bring harm or darkness into the world though the being had been tained by a demon - the idea of the cub hearing or listening to voices that pushed him to do or be something was a new thing to Angra, but not uncalled for in his mind as of course it meant accepting or removing Balia from his life. He wasn't ready to remove her.
"Over here!" Angra called out, having turned away from his son. He had finally been able to snag a tail of a fish. That was enough for him to have a wriggling hunt prepared for the youth who would be none the wiser. When the voice rang out Chernabog was extremely excited and moved just about as quickly as his small limbs could carry him across the water - stirring up additional mud and scaring away other fish. Angra could feel the fish splashing between his toes as rapidly as it could. The fish wouldn't escape though, this would be it's demise whether it wanted it or not. Chern spotted the wriggling little body and made quick, but clumsy work of collecting his prize. Once collected Angra picked Chern up by the back of his neck and lifted him up to the banks of the water and placed him down. Chernabog was not letting go of his fish though.
Through the body clenched in his jaws he spoke sloppily. "Do you think Mom will be proud?" He asked him. It was obvious he meant to bring this back as a trophy to his mother. Angra couldn't have been prouder himself though he knew what kind of mood Balia might be in considering that Chern had snuck off. "I'm sure she'll be incredibly proud." He smiled and tousled his sons mane in a teasing manner. "Let's get that back home to show her. Tomorrow we can hang out again if you'd like?" Of course that meant risking his leaving again, but if everyday was like today it'd be worth the risk really. "Yeah! Cmon Dad!" Chern shouted and hurled himself into a forward motion towards the pride.
"Coming, I'm coming." Angra confirmed to his son and began to follow behind him with weighted paws. The water was weighing him down, or so he figured. Mentally it was the idea of giving up his child again. Though they wouldn't be separate long, it was still to long in his mind. At least he had the opportunity for a break inbetween, for that he had convinced himself to be grateful.
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