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 Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 1:09 am
His mind chanted the words dutifully at him as he lay reclined against the trunk of the tree; eyes remain heavy lidded, mere slits of brow while he calmly watched the scenery. Uovu didn't care much for daytime, really; the sun didn't really hurt his skin, but it did make him feel uncomfortable. 'Uncomfortable' was not something the male was particularly used to dealing with, and thus he avoided feeling such hindering, bothersome emotions as often as he could.
As it was, boredom had him parked under the shade of a random tree, his frame stretched out as he sucked the marrow out of a bone that poked out of his scarred, burnt lips. Had he had any say, the sun would never go up; it'd be permanently night, which in fact, not only made him feel all the more comfortable, but made his job and hobby all the easier on him. Idly, an ear flickered back, shoving a bothersome fly away from it as brows knitted in thought; it was rather ironic how just like he hated the daytime, his daughter loved it, "Mrrrrppphhhdfgfg..." whatever he'd murmured (probably some sort of obscenity), was dulled by the fact the bone still protruded from his maw; he made quite the scene as he lay, relaxed against the back of the tree. Most creatures seemed to be able to see the hint of danger behind his gleaming eyes, even at rest, and thus stayed away from him.
Only one creature was used to approaching him, really, and with her gone (where the bloody ******** had she gone to anyhow?), Uovu had nothing to do, and even less to think about. He had half a mind of leaving the place in order to find someone to keep him er.... entertained, but something told him that somehow Anana would find him just as he was reaching the good part of the show - he'd risk it at nighttime, when she was more occupied with that futile thing called 'sleep'. For now, the cheetah relinquished himself to boredom, grumping under his breath as he sucked at the bone.
He was SO bloody bored. Anything was better than this monotone boredom; hell, not even the wind was blowing... the blades of grass refused to move, and aside the insistent chirping of some random insects, no sound could be heard, "Bloody hate this place," of course, the words came out muffled, and near-impossible to understand, what with the bone he refused to let go of, alas, such were his feelings.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2007 12:39 pm
It was reasonably easy to understand why Anana liked the daytime so much more than the night. During the day there were more creatures about and it was much easier to see – that meant that her father very seldom risked attacking anyone during the daylight hours unless overly tempted and she could at least have a little peace of mind. Running around after him and being his baby sitter was bad enough without having to do it every second of the day. She got very little sleep at night for this reason alone, and when she did sleep it was usually fitful and restless. That meant she often slept deep into the day (not that anyone could really blame her) and waste a good amount of time that she could use being productive. However, being that it was really the only time that she didn’t have to stay glued to him to make sure he was behaving, she had little other choice. Closing her eyes for just a couple of hours at night could give him all the time he needed to go and get up to trouble somewhere.
Today, however, she was not spending so long sleeping as she normally did – probably because her father’s attempts at murder had been cut short early in the evening the night before. Instead, she had gotten up and hauled herself out to go hunt – she was hungry and her father’s choices of meals were not the most appetizing at times to say the least. She had learned from an early age that the only way to guarantee she wasn’t eating something she didn’t want to was to get it herself. Of course, he didn’t always pick odd meals, but it had happened before and that was one too many times for her taste. Regardless, she had found herself a couple of rather plump hares early on in her hunt (she always got some for him for he was her father after all) and was just now coming back to where she had last seen her father.
“You should really try eating actual food instead of sucking on that old thing,” she said trying her best not to determine just what sort of bone it was – she found that it was easier to pretend that it was a gazelle’s or a deer’s if she didn’t look at it too closely. “It’s much more satisfying,” she muttered, plopping her slender frame down beside his and drawing one of the unconscious hares closer. She began her meal calmly, her tail lashing behind her calmly, although it kept hitting him regardless – probably on purpose.
“And if you’re so bored here,” she muttered between bites, “then why are we still waiting around here? Hoping some helpless little cub will come waddling out too far from its parents?” She quirked a brow at him as a smirk spread devilishly across her maw. Of course, he probably was, which meant he’d take no offense at the comment. It was an odd thing for most others to hear, her joking so calmly about her father’s rather cruel slaughters. However, once you’ve seen him do it a thousand times, there’s little else you can do. She learned from the beginning that she could try her best to stop him, but getting to emotionally involved when she couldn’t would only lead to her mental demise.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 10:09 am
Lifting his head only minimally, Uovu watched as his daughter appeared, almost god-sent before him, droping the rabbit at his feet. For the longest of moments, the male remain reclined against the trunk, his maw still sucking insistently at the bone till his jaws audibly cracked it open, pieces falling to the ground, "What ever do you mean?" he taunted her as he chewed on, "I find this to be extremely satisfying, actually, and it's not that old... kinda new, really, metaphorically speaking," he snorted softly, then turned his head, spitting out the remains of the the bone in order to turn his attention to the rabbit she'd left by his side.
Lowering his open maw towards the meat, he ate in silence, pausing only briefly to glare at the female's tail, "You know, Tails are very nibble-worthy too," he didn't really mean it, alas, the playful banter was already on the move, and so far she was the only one taking any 'bites' after all, "And you say /I/ am one that starts everything?" licking his maw clean of blood that still clung to him, Uovu lashed out with his front paw, capturing her tail under his grasp, smirking slightly as he sunk his claws into the ground, creating a strange little prison for the squirming appendage. It wasn't hurting her, no really; however, it had succeeded in stopping the annoying movement, which was what the male had aimed for.
Keeping said paw over her tail, he used his free one to pull the carcass nearer so he could eat, "Well, yeah," he spoke so matter-of-factly that anyone could have thought he was, in fact, talking about something as trivial as the weather, and not about murder, "Sooner or later, they always come," waving a paw, almost dismissively, he lowered his head and ripped out a chunk of meat, turning his head to glance languidly at his daughter, "It's calm though; I hate calm... bloody hate the calm..." inhaling deeply, he frowned; there were several reasons he hated the calm, one of which was... well, the obvious. He was bored. Another reason was that he was so used to the metaphorical 'calms before the storm' that he wasn't all too sure if he should be on his feet, prepared for a fight.
Veering completely out of the current subject of matter, the male motioned at her, "And while we're at it; how long are you going to keep on following me?" he meant at night, of course, however some part of him still wondered why she kept on following him on a whole; she obviously did not share his taste for blood, and she was nerve-wracked. He smirked, for subconsciously, he knew the answer; he knew it wasn't entirely due to the fact she still hoped to keep him from the kill, "Daddy loves you too," he mouth almost mockingly, his voice taunting her, however, in a way, there was much more truth in those few words than in many others he uttered on daily basis.
This done, he finished his meal, staring down at the bones, wrinkling his nose before dismissing them; these weren't to his liking.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 12:07 pm
Anana shuddered slightly as he began to talk about how ‘metaphorically’ young the bones were. She usually tried her hardest not to think about whatever meal he had made for himself for there were very few of those she had ever actually seen him hunt down. Of course, that probably had to do with the fact that he only hunted prey animals when there weren’t any victims to be found. She figured it had something to do with his love of torturing them first, making them beg and scream and – she cut that thought process off abruptly. Getting herself worked up over piles of bones now did little good, besides, who was to say the bones he had just cracked open weren’t deer bones? Oh, deep down she knew better, but it always made her feel much nicer to pretend she was oblivious. She didn’t comment on anything he said related to those bones, however – she just temporarily lost her hearing at a very convenient moment.
“Tails are not nibble worthy,” she said darkly over her meal, giving her tail a few experimental tugs in an attempt to wiggle it lose. If she hadn’t been his daughter, but instead someone else unfortunate enough to run into Uovu, she would have been worried. However, being that she was his own flesh and blood and the only creature in this world that he didn’t threaten to slaughter (at least no seriously), she had very little issue with her tail being trapped except that it was mildly uncomfortable. “Tails are fluff over top of cartilage, and I don’t care what you say about the marrow, it’s not very fulfilling,” she muttered, tugging at her tail again. However, as he made the notion that she always started everything, a bit of mirth glimmered in her eyes. “I wish that was the case, but I’m obviously not the one that stalks around at night scaring cubs to death,” she said, wiggling her tail the best she could beneath his paw. She was defiant at the best of times.
“I’m sure,” she said with a slightly raised brow as he mentioned cubs always coming. She certainly knew that wasn’t the case in the slightly – he usually went out and found them. The one cub that had been waiting out in the dark a couple of nights past had simply been a fluke – normal cubs had more sense than to go wandering out by themselves in the middle of the night. “I rather like the calm personally,” she said, a dreamy tone on her voice as she shut her eyes and lifted her head up slightly with her nose in the air. “You hear that? No screams, no cries, no maniacal laughter,” her voice had taken on a rather purring edge to its dreaming lilt before she opened her eyes and threw him a smirk. “I really like the calm, actually.”
“I think I’m just going to have to keep following you until you learn to quit trying to slaughter those poor little cubs,” she muttered, pushing away the now mangled form of her rabbit, stripped of its meat with little left to offer any creature but a starving scavenger. “They’re rather important, you know, for continuing on the species – if you kill them all, we’re doomed to be the last of our kind,” not that he could possibly kill all of the cubs. Well, at least not when Anana was around – he might try to make a good go of it without her. She really hated to think what he had been like before she was born, how many cubs and other helpless creatures he had slaughtered.
At his mouthed words, she simply snorted and settled her head down onto her paws with a little shake and a smirk on her mug. “You had better, because I’m sure nobody else is going to love you as much as I do. I’m pretty sure no one else would even consider it,” she stared at him over her paws, her smirk still visible at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, if I didn’t follow you around, by now you’d surely have been slaughtered by angry parents or a whole pride of vengeful lions. They can get nasty when their cubs are killed and digested – what would you do without me here to save your hide?” She didn’t add that she wouldn’t forgive herself if she let him run loose on the world. Besides, he was her father and all she had in the whole world – merciless b*****d or no, she was doomed to love him regardless.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 1:28 am
A snort followed his daughter's first few words; for once, unadulterated mirth had caused it, which was a rare event all on it's own, "It's not about how satisfying nibbling a tail can be; it's about the feelings and sensations, but I'll not going into such talk," a pause, followed by a frown and a blink, "Not with you anyhow," amusingly enough, he wasn't referring to torture, actually, but something on an entirely different spectrum. It was amusing to note that he, of all creatures knew the fine line that separate pain and pleasure; a small nibble issued at the right time.... well, he wasn't going into that.
In fact, it was right about then that his metaphorical 'train of thought' crashed into a mountain, because somehow the idea of talking about such things with his daughter was out of the question (while murder was not, which was note-worthy too). It took him several moments to shove the train back on it's tracks, moments during which his grasp upon Anana's tail lightened just enough that she was able to wiggle it free. Lifting a paw to his burnt maw, the male coughed slightly, finally able to come out of his self-induced train wreck (wreck which had been displayed all over his features to boot - he was an open book for any and all that wished to read him... though of course, few ever had).
Where was he?
Stalking. Ah yes.
Shaking himself a bit further, he arched a brow, wisely picking to not remark further down that path less she decided to start a verbal quarrel; right now, something told him she'd win it, and Uovu absolutely despised to lose. At anything and everything, no matter what he was doing, or whom he was doing it with, "Ha ha," he replied, his voice monotone for effect, "Very funny," rolling his eyes, he occupied himself with cleaning out his claws after the meal, "My laughter is not maniacal; it's..." and he was shrot out of words to describe it. He blamed this on the earlier train-wreck as he grasped about for words, "Booming and manly, if not frightening, but not 'maniacal', I'm pretty damn sane, thank you," though this could easily be rebutted. He seemed to anticipate this fact however and released his paw from the grooming session, lifting a claw, "Sociopath," he mouthed, "Not a lunatic," this said, he went back to grooming, proving he was indeed such a thing, if not both.
Another snort, his tongue pausing midway between his middle claws, his chocolate gaze drifting over to her, "I don't know; all those stupid genes can't be good for continuing the species," not like he cared what was continued or not, really. He wouldn't be here to see so long a future, besides, despite what she'd like to believe, there was only one of him, and... well, an over-population of them, "I think I'm doing the world a favour, by ridding them of the stupid ones," again he seemed to pause, his eyes narrowing, "What would you know about continuing the species anyhow?" despite his sociopathic tendencies, deep down (veeeeery deep down. In fact, extreeeeeeeemely deep down), he was still a father, and that came with the normal concerns fathers were known for, "Are you seeing anyone?" he sniffed the air in an attempt to catch any lingering scent, his maw coming down to place itself against her nose before he pulled back.
Anana herself hadn't had many males trying to woo her, but then again this was partially due to the fact she wasn't grown up yet... partially due to the fact they were always on the move, and granted, partially due to the fact that no wise male would dare approach her when he was looming and glaring from behind her. He was well aware of how males could be (he was after all, a prime example), and something within him refused to let go of his daughter into just about anyone's paws, "Not that many, really," he mouthed, a brow arching mildly, "Your mother used to chew me out before the fire," this said he sneered, his paw moving to slide the brown mane that hung almost messily over his face, back, "I'm not exactly looking to please anyone," a pause, "Specially not females; they can both look and step aside if they see something they don't like," that aside, love was not something that came easily to him and had only happened once.
Something told him that a second time would be pushing it. Creatures like him were not expected, or even meant to love, "I don't think I'd consider it either, actually," which was most of the problem; if he'd paused to actually consider such a notion, both he and Anana might've been surprised how willing and open to accept, some souls were. If he'd let them live more than five second sin his presence. Alas.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 2:35 pm
If the fur on Ana’s face had not been quite as dark as it was, it probably would have been easy to see the instant blanching of her facial features. To hear her father even begin to talk about anything vaguely related to pleasure was enough to make her ears bleed, despite the fact that he instantly related it to pain. What he thought was pleasurable and what he did to others for either his own pleasure or their own pleasure was honestly not something she wanted to think about. In fact, that was probably the last thing she wanted to talk about – it was right up there with talks about murder and killing cubs. Although, the later seemed to be perfectly acceptable conversation in his opinion – he’d probably even let her watch if she wanted. Not that she wanted to by any means, of course.
As she thought about that forbidden subject, a grimace overcame her maw. With a sigh, she pushed away her meal before answering him, suddenly losing her appetite. “If that’s what you’ve convinced yourself of, I won’t shatter your little dream world,” she said as her grimace faded into a rather amused smirk, her teal eyes dancing with mirth. If there was anything that could quickly make her forget a subject she didn’t particularly want to talk about, taunting her father certainly did. Sure, she knew that he wasn’t really psychotic, at least by the standards that one typically judged psychos, but others wouldn’t use any other word but that one to describe him. After all, how many creatures knew the difference between psychotic and sociopathic? They typically didn’t if they didn’t have a close family member with the.. issue.
“Well, if we didn’t let the stupid genes into the population, how in the world would we ever judge who was smart and who wasn’t? You can’t tell me you’d want to be considered the same as everyone else,” she said with a gentle purr on her words, laying her head down calmly upon her forepaws. She didn’t think her father particularly cared about whether or not he was really special or unique, but she herself certainly wouldn’t want to be considered average. Despite the fact that she never really spent a large amount of time around anyone else, she liked to entertain the notion that she was highly intelligent and much more mature than your average female.
As his next question reached her ears, she almost opened her eyes in surprise, but quickly realized that this would be much more interesting if she just kept her surprise under control. She spread one eyelid open to look at him as a coldly amused smile turned up the corner of her mouth, her head tilting slightly to the side in mock innocence. “Seeing someone? Why of course,” she said with a tone that was far too serious, “he disappeared just through those trees behind us. I figured it was a little too early to introduce him to my father, so he simply helped me catch that rabbit of yours and we went our separate ways until a little later.” She blinked as he touched her nose, but that façade didn’t fade in the slightest. He knew her well, so he wouldn’t perhaps fall for it as easily as someone else might, but then again he did prove himself a surprise to her expectations at times.
Thinking about mates, however, made her think back to the one mate that Ana had been sure her father had had – her mother. She remembered very little of the cheetah, little more than blurs of the color that graced the more natural tones of her own pelt, but she knew that the cheetah female had had her own sharp tongue, probably where she had inherited it herself. She knew it had to have taken a headstrong female to tolerate her father – if she hadn’t been so herself, she would have actually been driven crazy by now she was sure. Perhaps, though, she thought to herself amusedly, she should find a female for him despite his unwillingness. She could find a strong willed lady with a good, sharp wit – that would be more than enough to handle him. Then maybe, just maybe, she herself could get a little rest and a break from this constant work of keeping up with him. Oh, but he didn’t know what he was in for, did he? He may love his daughter, but sometimes she was his own worst enemy.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 12:29 am
Of course, Anana was still young (at least within Uovu's eyes - in a way she'd always be his little princess, even when her body would voice the fact she was no longer 'little' by any chance) and thus had much to learn; had his train of thought not crashed into that metaphorical mountain, his mind veering drastically from the issue at hand, he'd have had half an idea to tell her about the fine line that separated pain and pleasure. Not the type of pain she was imagining, by far, either... a different type altogether. A small nibble at the base of the neck, not enough to pierce the skin, just barely enough pressure and- not going there. That was a conversation for another time, and to be held with another... ah... someone. Someone not his daughter. Please. And thank you.
"Dreams are nothing like reality," he drawled lightly as his paw came to rest on the rabbit bones, he brow arching at them before he wrinkled his nose; it just wasn't the same. He'd find some better bones to suck on later; that much was not hurting anybody anyhow, so Anana would not deem it worthy enough to chew him out for. Idly, an ear flickered in her direction, his gaze following shortly after, "Now wouldn't that be a swell thing? It'd be nice to find out, hmmm? Shall we try-" his sentence, and amusingly enough, train of thought, halted again, and for the second time within the past few minutes, he was able to watch the catastrophe of his train crashing, this time, full force into the hugest, scariest mountain he'd ever seen.
Had Uovu been asked at that particular moment, he'd have actually said that said mountain had teeth, and fangs, and claws. And he could've sworn it had horns. Now, had anyone else been trying to pull this off on him, it was doubtless they'd have succeeded; it was hard to deceive a deceiver, alas, his daughter had his genes, his blood, and had inherited more from him than both ever cared to admit, "Who the bloody ******** is he?" blinking out of his daze, he turned to issue a glare at the female, "Who the bloody, freaking ******** is laying a paw on you?" as he expecting to find some lingering scent in the wind, the male raised his head, sniffing deeply; the air carried no hints however, and he was forced to turn his attention back on Anana, his ears pinned back in a rather protective manner, which no doubt showed what would become of any suitor that dared approach her.
It was right about then that he saw that particular sparkle in her dead-pan eyes. That same spark he'd come to recognise as his own, and slowly his tense muscles relaxed, the claws he'd sunk into the ground retracting out, yet never-the-less, remaining within view, as they always tended to be, "Little minx," the word was grumped at her, his ears flattening even further into what looked like a pout, his gaze turning away from hers. It was clear he didn't mean it, yet at the time it seemed to be the perfect word that flashed in his mind; she was sly and cunning... and extremely smart. If there was anyone able to lie to him, it was the small female that lay beside him; few were able to, but she seemed to have no trouble doing so; then again, he thought dryly, my blood. It was true that quite a few creatures had been able to surprise him, during the course of his life, yet none other like Anana (or her mother, but that was yet another story for another time).
Finally refocusing his attention on her, Uovu pulled his lips back into a grimace; he knew that look. Oooooh... he knew that look his daughter was sporting; it was hereditary, he figured. He'd seen it countless times on his own face, reflected upon the clear waters of a stream as he cleaned the blood off his paws and maws; he'd seen it reflected upon others' eyes, and now, it was written all over Anana's features.
Oh God.
Idly, he wonder if there even was a god that listened to the plea, however, he swiftly pushed the notion away, his nose wrinkling in mild consternation as he regarded the female, "I don't like that look," he said, his tongue coming out briefly, only to retract back in, his breath sucking in with a soft hiss, "I don't like that look one bit; whatever you're thinking, the answer is no," he pause, "The answer is a Big, Fat, No, with a capital 'N'," a second pause, "What ARE you thinking anyhow?" idly he had to wonder if he was really all that curious, or just a glutton for punishment. He decided... it was probably a bit of both. Damn him. Damn her too. Goddamnit.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 10:58 am
If Ana had indeed been seeing someone, she hardly would have told her father, especially if they had only just begun to get away. She knew how he reacted when he even began to think of someone being near her, especially in any form of a romantic way, and she was certainly not willing to put anyone through that – at least not right now. She was still young at heart and knew she had a long while before she should fear growing old without a lover at her side. She figured she wouldn’t begin to have a real ache for love until she was grown, and even then she could put it aside for a long while. No, for now, she was content just taking care of her father, whether he thought he needed it or not. When he finally had someone else to help take care of him, then perhaps she would begin considering a family of her own – but who knew what male in his right mind had enough patience and courage to withstand Uovu. He really was a father like none other.
“I wouldn’t tell you who he was to save my life,” she said with a little laugh on her words, eyes shutting slowly as she tried to imagine her father hunting through the area in an attempt to find someone that didn’t even exist. With her luck, though, he’d stumble upon a male and just assume that was who she had been talking to. Well, that really would turn out badly for whoever was unlucky enough to get this close, even unknowingly, to she and her father at this point in time. Of course, soon after she said this, she saw the recognition light in his eyes and it sent her into a whole new fit of elegant, chime-like laughter. Oh, but it was fun to pull such a trick on a trickster!
“I am no such thing,” she said as she brought her laughter to a close, pulling herself up from her half-slumped posture and raising her chin a bit at the accusation. Of course, the mirth still danced in her eyes and it was all she could honestly do to keep a smile from spreading wide on her little maw. She eyed him for a moment, the look on his face, and knew he had never meant it in a mean manner. That was just how he reacted to things and she had long ago come to terms with that. The gleam in his eyes, however, almost made her smile – she knew, in his mind, he was recognizing her for exactly what she was – his daughter. She had inherited things from both her mother and father and had formed into a very intelligent and crafty young lady. “What can I say? I learned from the best,” she said in an almost purr-like tone, her tail flickering behind her as she let a small smirk turn the corner of her mouth upwards. At least she could tell the truth.
“How can you tell me no when you don’t even know what I’m thinking?” she asked, innocence spreading over her facial features like a second skin. However, this façade did not last long at all, for she began to grin in that rather mischievous little manner that always suggest she was up to something that her father knew absolutely nothing about and would one day come to regret. Oh, but his blood did run so thickly in her veins! It was amusing, most of the time, that Uovu had bred a daughter that just happened to be his own downfall at the best of times. She knew he loved her, but she was also sure he probably cursed her at times when she happened to outwit him.
“Oh, so now you’re curious, after you’ve told me I can’t do it?” she made a tsk noise to accompany her words as she pushed herself up gracefully onto her paws, shaking out her fur to rid it of whatever dust had collected while she lazed there beneath the tree with him. Her eyes watched her paws as she took her sweet time with this, then they slowly turned onto him without moving her head in the slightest, so that they seemed to be studying him. “I don’t think it’s really necessary for you to know. You’ll find out pretty soon.” Her eyes seemed to almost be laughing as she turned them away, the mischievous little smile still stretched on her maw. “What fun is a surprise if I tell you what it is?” Oh, but she was sure her father really disliked surprises.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 1:53 am
Indeed, despite his odd quirks and strange habits, he was still a father. An extremely overprotective one at that, which made him rather a force to take into account; regardless of what his daughter thought, the thought was always there, at the back of his mind, and he did things unconsciously even. He'd more than once caught himself sniffing her pelt when they both lay together, or patrolling the surroundings; if she were sneaking away... he'd have known. Sooner or later, regardless if she told him or not.
In his eyes she was a little girl; in fact, it was probable this would never change. She'd change, have cubs of her own, and grow up in the blink of an eye... and still she'd be his little girl. There was nothing that'd ever be able to change that, in his mind's eye. Then again did that ever change in any father's mind? He doubt it, really, for what father in the right (or not so right) mind would allow their little 'princess' to be 'stolen away'? He snorted then, pressing his nose to hers, his eyes narrowing down, yet where the gesture would have been extremely dangerous for others, it lost it's stung with her, "You wouldn't have to," he answered, "I'd know."
Of course he would. Granted, he'd only Loved once, but once was enough; he knew the signs well enough, and despite the fact Anana was able to pull his tail more often than not, it never lasted... it was hard to trick a trickster for long. She was correct in her asumption however; it was probably good that there was no male in the immediate surroundings, for despite his frame and the fact cheetahs were not particularly made for the fight, Uovu had proved himself quite deft at it. He couldn't take on full grown lions; at least not physically, but then again, he'd never had to. The few brutes he'd done in had been stupid enough to land in their own deaths, in a way. He'd just led them there. It paid to have brains; in the end, it was probably a whole lot better than having just muscle. Even if strength did help... there was no doubt Uovu made up for the lack of it with resourcefulness and sheer pigheadedness.
"Oh, you are," he said as he leaned away, "You and your mother; both. And you're probably worse; got a bit of me in you too, to boot," he snorted, rolling his eyes as he pondered the lethal combination, shaking his head. Idly, suddenly he found himself feeling briefly sorry for whatever soul she took on as a mate, for despite his words and thoughts... he had little doubt she'd take one, sooner or later. He'd kick, bite and struggle all the way, but in the end, she would. It was the way things were meant to be, "Poor Sod," he sneered, arching a brow at her, letting her take a peek, even if it WAS brief, into his thoughts, "And I'm telling you no... because you're MY daughter; can't be anything good, or sanitary, for that matter. So no," however, whatever he'd been thinking was no doubt FAR away from what his daughter was pondering.
He'd never in his damned life have guessed what she was pondering, and had he done so, he'd probably have had half a mind to run away, aiming for the distant hills and the metaphorical sunset.
Oh GOD...
That smirk. That ghost of a smirk that haunted the corners of her maw... oh god, nothing good could come out of this; and he was using the term 'good' quite loosely, at that. However, just as she knew he hated surprises, he knew it was useless to ask what the ******** hell she was pondering over; very much like talking to a brick wall, but then again.... he rolled his eyes in thought, chip off the ol' block, even if she tried to think otherwise more often than not. Twitching, Uovu found himself sinking to the ground, his head over his paws, glaring meaningfully at her, "Karma's going to get you and bite you right back in the a** one of these days," like he was one to talk; but then again, been there, done that. And he had the burnt, scarred body for proof. He did nothing to hide the smirk that tugged at his maw; whatever she threw at him, he'd conquer. Nothing short of a ******** mountain had ever stopped him, and she knew that, "Hit me with your best shot," the words were sing-songed rather creepily, imitating a tune he'd heard somewhere; he couldn't remember where, and it didn't really matter either.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 2:38 pm
Ana had always been painfully aware that her father was just that – her father. Despite whether or not others could recognize that in him, Ana had spent her entire life around him and knew his rather strange personality inside and out. It always happened that way, didn’t it? He was the one that she spent the most time around and thus, she knew him probably better than he knew himself. She doubted any mate of his (heaven help her) or even hers would be able to know either of them half as well as the pair did themselves. In a strange, sort of demented way, they were two halves of the same part – one balanced out the other in a relationship so unique to them that it probably didn’t occur anywhere else in the natural world that creatures such as themselves knew it. Thus, while no one else saw the fatherly devotion nestled deep in Uovu’s heart, Ana certainly knew it and was reminded of it every day, no matter how he chose to behave or what he decided to put her through.
“I’m sure you would,” she said thickly, her eyebrow quirked at him as his nose touched hers, and she reached up rather calmly to plop her paw gently against his forehead and give it a little nudge backwards. She didn’t seem entirely convinced that he would be able to tell if she was seeing anyone. Sure, the scent might linger a little, but did that really mean she was ‘seeing’ anybody? Certainly not, she could just have a friend for heaven’s sake! Of course, she never even stopped to consider that she herself would change. She’d never experienced love outside the familial genre she had with her father, and admittedly, she had little to no acquaintance with anyone that could possibly be even considered to be lovesick or in love at all. Deep down, she figured she’d never change for love, never act like a lovesick fool – but who was to say for sure? She was proud; she was convinced she could hide anything from anyone if she really had a motive to. If anyone noticed, however, it would be her father.
She, however, laughed as he commented on how much like her mother she was. He never had a problem talking about her, although Anana knew very little other than the fact that she seemed to have taken after her a great deal. Combined with the traits she had obviously inherited from her father, Ana had become a force to be reckoned with. Her parents, in a sense, had made the perfect little devious child. However, she found it hard to believe that they could have made anything else, especially given Uovu’s personality and the type of female it would have required to tolerate him for any period of time. Needless to say, her daddy wasn’t exactly a ladies’ man - quite far from it, actually. “I inherited it all honestly, and would you really expect any less of me?” her brow quirked with her question, as if emphasizing that he loved her no matter what, and probably especially because she was so very like him in some ways.
“I think that if Karma hasn’t come back to completely annihilate you yet, I’m probably safe for the time being,” she said with a small, amused laugh, tilting her head at him as the mirth danced in her little teal eyes. Then, with a small smile, she simply pushed herself to her paws and gave a little stretch. With a small purr-like sound in the back of her throat, she turned her back to him and began to trot off. Who knew exactly where she was going, but these sorts of triumphs were always more affective when you walked off afterwards. “But I’ll definitely give it my best shot, never you worry about that,” she called, then simply disappeared into the underbrush, tail flickering and her mouth curled into one of those wicked, wicked smiles.
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