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 Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 9:35 am
He was a proud father of two sons, and he felt even more proud that they were another force to be reckoned with here in this all female pride. They would bring males back to their proper place, and now Soro could have his two sons help him. They would grow up to be fine lions and never lower themselves to these females here.
Even more was the blessing of one son with Soro's mark of the scorpion, and the latter with only a parcial. While he didn't like that Buru was not fully marked, he knew he was clearly the lesser of the two sons. He would try his best to bring him up right and strong, but if his gods gifted him with but a tail, then it must mean he had a weakness.
"My sons. I am very proud of you. You are hearty and hold the marks of the gods on you. You must always count your blessings to the scorpions on your pelt. They are a gift of power and you must never betray that. Never put yourself as anything less than the best. Take power and be great." Soro felt himself grin behind his mask at these words.
"Even with the mark, you must work hard. You cannot hunt yet, but I will show you when the time comes. Right now, you must know how the world is. You are men, and men are above all others. As lions, you are above wild dogs, hyenas, cheetahs, and leopards. As males, you are above women. Do not trust a woman, not even your sisters or mother. They are family, but they are women and therefor only care about themselves. Women, my boys, are only good for using. Do you got that?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 2:41 pm
Sitting close but not exceptionally close to his father's massive body Buru could only listen, he honestly had no words playing in his mind. His father was right, right? Parents...no....mothers....no...fathers always knew best. This was definitely confusing to him, at such a young age, for his mother to already be wrong and desire her own well being over his and his brother's, this was abnormal. He knew this much, even for a young cub he had gathered that mother's were supposed to care for their young, and yet his mother did not? How odd. The young male had been hunching slightly but listening to his father's deep voice command their dominance in everything they did, he quickly sat upright and proud.
"Father's know best,"
He said, somewhat child-like. It wasn't a joke though, he was trying his best to keep a straight face and downright aggressive demeanor, even if he had no idea how this world worked just yet. There was just one bit he could grasp, his father was number one, and was to be kept number one...except for the gods? Gods? Again the cub's mind wandered, another new topic, he'd certainly have to pick the brains of others that were elder to him to find these answers as well. His red eyes lowered to his leg, where upon it the mark of a scorpion, or part of one, lay sturdily in silence. His father had one, as did his brother, but himself...only a partial. Did this mean he was somehow favored less by these gods his father talked about? Well he'd have to prove to them his worth was great. Nothing would simply be handed to him.
Pitch black tail moving behind him Buru's mind raced to catch up with his father's tongue. He talked regally almost, but he'd been around for quite some time and appeared to know his place well. Tiny claws dug into the earth as he stretched out a bit before coming back up to his former position, he wanted to learn more. He wanted to know how to have the control, the stance, the overall being that his father clearly stood as. He wanted to know so much. Eager to learn Buru opened his mouth first, a little firecracker at the very least he was determined to start showing his worth at the youngest age possible.
"Father, how do we use the females now? What can we do now to show our worth to the strong male gods?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 3:28 pm
Grendel shuffled his feet as he listened to his father, making scratch marks on the ground with his claws. He couldn’t help being twitchy at his age, for he was a Boy. A dragonfly chasing, lizard killing, cootie carrying, rough housing dirty rambunctious little Boy uninterested in the other species (by which we mean Girls), except as far as he could prank and pester them. They were his toys and nothing more. Even his mother was a big toy to him, though she was not the kind of toy that he liked. When Grendel bit her tail she’d hiss at him and warn him in a sharp voice not to be so rough, but Grendel knew what to do when she acted that way. He just went to his father. Soro always set her straight. That was why Grendel liked having him as a father.
When Soro finished Grendel lifted his head, holding himself up straight and proud. Even though it didn’t look like it he paid attention. Well, for the most part he did. He understood the jist of it anyway. “Yes, father.”
Being the oldest son, the only son to have his father’s marking, Grendel already felt the weight of responsibility hanging over his shoulders. If only he knew what to do with it. For now the best he could do was to emulate his father, which he did with relish. He longed to see more males in the pride and less females so there would be more cubs for him to play with besides his little brother. Buru was fun, but Grendel always wanted more.
He looked at his brother, a little bit irritated that he hadn’t got to speak first. Still it was a good question and he turned to his father eagerly awaiting an answer.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:47 pm
Soro grinned. If someone didn’t know Soro, they might had seen it as being proud and warmed by their children’s interest, but it was more the fact that Soro saw how easily children could be used. There was no rejection here to his words, or challenges. Their world was new, and Soro could change that world on a whim. It was easier than manipulating adults, and he wondered why he didn’t steal a child sooner or make a woman bear his children before. He could accumulate a army, a pride, all with these children that lived under his rule.
Then again, when he saw them, he reminded himself that this was the reason why his parent had been so easy to sway his ideas. His mother had given him the impression of love and used that to cause his siblings’ death. Parents were a cruel lot, and he felt a twist in his gut. No. He would make warriors out of these boys. They would be strong and they would never let a female use them.
“For now, you are too young. For now, put your sisters in place. If you do not, there inborn evil will corrupt them and they will become wicked. If you do not show you are strong, they will walk over you and use you. It is your duty as brothers to put them in their place, correct them, and subdue their natures. They must be obedient and listen to you always. Also, grow strong. Play, fight, and do not lazy around when you could be learning. Kill what you can. I have seen you attack insects and the like. That is good. It means that when you are ready, I can take you out to kill stronger beasts. I can later teach you to fight, and when the time comes, send you to get your own masks.” Soro had plans, and a good way to make the boys realize they were men was with a final challenge when they reached a proper age. A trust test to see if his teachings worked. While he felt attached to these boys, he knew he could make more. If they did not pass the challenge, it would be the Scorpion God’s way of saying it wasn’t meant to be.
“You are my sons. Do not disappoint me. Be strong. If you are weak, you are nothing better than a woman. ”
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