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 Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 11:09 am
Another lazy day of staring at the clouds. Wingu shifted himself on the rock he was currently laying on, trying to get a bit more comfortable. Eyes were glued to the sky like always. He let out a sigh that was both content and a bit bored. While Wingu absolutely loved watching the clouds he couldn't help but think some days that something was missing in his life. He had a good home, a brother to play with and mama gave them lots of food, but still, something wasn't there.
As he watched another cloud float over head he tried to think of just what it was he was missing. Tail flicked about in thought. Maybe the clouds could tell him what he seemed to be lacking. So he watched them more closely, if he could see rhinos and giraffes in the clouds then surely he would see the answer there.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 8:41 pm
This was probably the perfect mood for him to be in and stumble across the daydreaming, half-grown cub. It wasn't exactly a startling sight, but perhaps an unusual one. Vigo considered him thoughtfully as he padded up quietly. What struck him was how the young thing peered up into the sky as if seeking answeres. It crossed his mind that perhaps this was a young seer, but even if he was, the expression on his face showed that he was not finding the answers he sought.
Close enough to pounce, Vigo drawled without much introduction, "If you keep staring, it'll change more of that pelt of yours blue. Looks like you've already spent much time leeching the color from the sky." He chuffed and gave him a gentle cuff with one sheathed paw, probably the closest the athletic lion came to being affectionate. "Soon you'll have no brown at all on you." His orange eyes were bright with amusement at himself, even if his jest wasn't terribly clever. Jokes were definitely not Vigo's strong point, but he hardly cared.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 12:20 pm
Wingu turned his head to the direction of the voice. If the lion had expected him to jump in fear or surprise well then he might be disappointed. Brow furrowed for a moment after the gentle cuff. What was that for he thought. But none the less Wingu smiled at the stranger. Eyes shifted to his own pelt and then back to the lion. "Do you really think that looking at the clouds will give me more blue?" He asked somewhat sincerely. Wingu was smart, but not overly brilliant. He knew he had blue and white on him since birth but never considered that he could get more on him by staring at the clouds.
"Maybe if I stare at the clouds long enough I can look more like them and..." He stopped himself there. Whether he was unwilling to say the rest or just wasn't sure what else to say was anyone's guess. "Who are you?" He asked curiously, taking in the lions interesting pelt pattern.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 1:55 pm
Vigo could not help but chuckle at the silly cub's wish. How strange cubs thought! Granted, he'd been one himself, but... well, that was better off not being thought of. Having no little ones of his own, he was inexperienced with the inner workings of a youngster's mind. Still, the little male seemed pleasant enough.
He sprawled himself nearby, savoring the warmth of the earth, reflecting the sun's heat. It felt nice when one was sleepy and in a good mood. "My name is Vigo," he offered his shortened name, figuring this was easier for someone so young to remember. "Who are you?" he returned, all lazy smile and comfortable yawn. "And why would you want to be like the clouds?" He really was a bit puzzled on the benefit of such a thing. He squinted up at them dubiously, the sun glaringly bright to his eyes. He grunted in discomfort and ceased peering upwards. No, he was a lion that liked warm, firm earth beneath his paws.
Another question occurred to him just then, and he peered more intently at the large cub. "And where are your parents? You aren't out here all alone, now are you?" He could just imagine an enraged father coming up at full speed, ready to tear his guts out to protect a son that Vigo had no intentions of harming. He extened his claws uncomfortably at the thought, digging furrows in the ground.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 5:20 pm
Wingu rolled onto his side so he could see the lion but also the sky. "I'm Wingu." He told the larger male before considering his next question. Wingu knew why he wanted to look like the clouds, but it was hard to explain to an adult. "I want to look like the clouds because they are make me happy." Well that wasn't the best explanation but it was a start he supposed.
Giving his head a shake Wingu glanced at Vigo. "Oh no, I'm not alone. Mama is out hunting and..." He was once again forced to stop himself. Did he want to admit that his father wasn't around and hadn't been for some time. Surely Vigo would question where his father was if he didn't say so. Letting out a sigh Wingu returned his gaze to the sky above. "Papa doesn't live with us."
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 1:02 am
"They make you... happy?" This did not enlighten Vigo much at all. "Why would clouds make anyone happy?" Aside from rainclouds making some of the wise men of various prides happy, or perhaps the herds of prey, he coudln't imagine what in the world would cause the odd patches of white in the sky to make this not-quite-cub happy. He flicked his tailtip in utter confusion.
He accepted much easier the bald statement about his father. He nodded his head, mane rippling with the movement. "Ah, so your mother looks after you and fills your bellies as well." He puased. That might have been a mistake. Perhaps the cub did not have siblings? He felt a bit tongue-tied, being unused to conversing with younger beings. It was rather awkward, and made him wonder how lions did it at all.
Still, he did not necessarily side with the father. Why leave responsibilities you had? That was hardly the honorable thing to do. Sad truth was, however, it was a fact of life that not all cubs were raised with both parents participating. He chuffed in quiet encouragement. Perhaps the cub needed to talk. After all, the clouds couldn't be terribly good listeners, wafting around on high so loftily.
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