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 Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 6:25 pm
Jethro would have jumped about in joy like a child if he wasn’t aware of how incredibly silly he would look doing so. Instead he let his tail sway dog-like from side to side, the tuft on the end flailing about in the wind like a big, white pom pom in a celebration of his daughter’s achievement. He found it glorious that he had been able to see her successfully pull off the attack and finish it all off with the kill.
He couldn’t have been more proud. But then, she could have completely missed her target and he would have still been proud of her.
There wasn’t anything she could do that wouldn’t promote that kind of effect in his heart.
“That was fantastic!” he told her, moving over to examine the body of the hare. First, though, he gave her a fond nuzzle, delighted that she was thrilled by her own victory. She had every right to be. She had done everything so well. “You’ll be a great hunter when your older! I’m sure of it. You’ve got so much natural talent! It had nothing to do with my teaching.” He grinned at her, before looking at the body again.
“Now, do you want to eat? Or we can take it with us and you can have it later.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 1:19 pm
For a second, Omoa's child-like instincts took over her killer ones and her eyes widened at the sight of her father's tail wagging from side-to-side, slowly, but still moving. The tuft was probably her favorite part, because it was so easy to just...grab at...
But she shook her head, came back to her senses, and beamed even more at her proud father. So many compliments from him! It was surely the best day ever!
"We can eat it now, if you'd like. I know I'm hungry, and you probably are too. So we can share it! Sorry it's not very big, though, Daddy..." Omoa looked forlornly at the small rabbit, wishing it was bigger and wishing she could take down something bigger, like her father always did. But she knew that she would grow up, and someday she would be able to do that. And make her father even more proud of her!
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 3:05 pm
Jethro laughed, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t dream of eating your kill!” he proclaimed, “you deserve- you caught it. Don’t worry about your dear old dead, I’m sure I’ll find something around here on my own. Just like you did.”
It was very good to say that- he liked hearing it even from himself. His Omoa had killed a rabbit and done it very well. She didn’t have to be blood to make him feel like a he had played some part in her achievement. He wondered, though, if it would still feel different with his own children. Boy, he almost hoped not.
That much pride might make him explode.
“Go ahead and eat,” he assured her, “I’ll get my own and join you soon.”
((We can end after your post, if you'd like. XD))
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 4:43 pm
Omoa cocked her head to the side. Not eat her kill? But if they played by those rules, she should never eat from Jethro's kills, either. Maybe it was because this was her first kill...that made sense. Must be a tradition or something. She'd remember that.
"Okay!" she said happily, nuzzling him happily. When she had cubs of her own, she hoped to do a good job teaching them to hunt just like he did with her.
Her paw rested on the rabbit and she bent down to begin to eat as her father left to go get his own food. Then they would eat together, like always. It had been a good, special day.
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