Angra`mainyu hadn't spoken to Sabia again. That moment had him thinking far to much and feeling more than he figured he should. All of it had become awkward and far more than he could stand emotionally and mentally. So the large lion had left, simply carried himself away that day, thinking of it often, but over time that eventually faded for him - something he was incredibly thankful for.

Memory aside it seemed other parts of him would never forget. Those were the parts likely dragged him back there today. The trees, sky and plants all seemed far to familiar. The smells that surrounded him were grossly to similar to something he just couldn't quite recall. Then he saw movement and stopped, every alarm bell ringing in his mind. Through the bushes he first spotted a skull, something that triggered many alarms as it seemed to dance to a repeated rhythem. As he continued to watch he noticed that the skull was connected to a lioness, a young one, perhaps an adolescent - simply judging by the way it fit.

Not about to go running up to her he entered a stealth version of stalking, he'd find out more, perhaps the young female adorned with decorative pieces wasn't alone, that wasn't something he would risk if he could avoid it. Surely he woudl be lucky enough to get away with this though? He smiled deeply at the thoughts of just what he might do to the fem, should she have been silly enough to stay here by herself. It seemed he was in luck today, there didn't appear to be anyone else with range enough to detect a problem and he he advanced upon the now stopped creature. "Hello." He said, voice deep and eyes trying to penetrate through the skull. At first they peered at him, taking in the sight and suddenly they widened, an alarmed light grew in them and he became nervous. What was she about to do? Then the alarm faded from er face and she seemed to gather herself.

"Hello." She said in return, no additional undertones to suggest she felt anything for him. In fact her tone almost seemed cold. "What's a lioness like yourself doing alone out here?" He began to close the gap, something seemed familiar about the golden eyes that stared up at him almost defiantly. What was her problem? He hadn't even done anything yet! And yet she stared, hard. "What are you doing here." This wasn't a question, her eyes narrowed and fur began to stand on end. With the items covering her she appeared just as fierce as she was beginning to sound, he was impressed, but not fearful. "It seems I am trying to woo you." He smiled, a devilish grin, there was nothing 'woo'-like in his manner - it was clear he would take if he had too.

This was a tough moment for Sabia, eyes peering at her once idol, she was nervous - scared even. This was a big moment for her, facing him like this after so long apart. The red lioness had looked forward to avoiding these scenarios for as long as she lived, there wasn't any reason for her to see him again and yet here he was coming back into her life and actually coming on to her? Baffled. This was likely the only word to experience how she felt, he couldn't even recognize her - sure the pelt and skull hid away her face and markings, but her scent was still the same. Sabia felt disgusted that she had even felt something for this lion - her Father.

"How dare you." Again, the words were not a question. "All this time.. you show up here, unannounced and acting like this?" Her words were becoming stronger with each syllable. Her tone was filled with anger, sadness and torture. Countless nights she had spent wondering where she had gone wrong, what she had done to cause him to shoo her away then leave - all of it had effected her. She didn't play, barely ate most days and was often found by herself. To describe it simply she became shut in. It was something she never told her Mother about, there was simply no reason - what could it possibly bring? "Sabia?" His eyes opened wide in shock.

Angra continued to stare, blue eyes taking in the daughter that stood before him. This was certainly not the daughter he had left behind. "My how you've grown." He couldn't hide his disbelief of the situation. He hadn't personally chosen to come back here, hadn't personally decided he wanted to see his children again and yet here he was faced with a mistake he had made moons ago. "Shut up, Father." Her emphasis on the word was fitted with disgust and outrage. "Do not come closer, you haven't a right in the world to be near me." Her eyes couldn't have burned a brighter blaze and he almost smiled, impressed with how ferocious she had become in her age - if he was guessing he'd say the pelt and skull belonged to a lion, perhaps?

"What kind of Father do you think you are?" This was the first question to pass her lips. He stared at her with a grimace. "I'm not a Father at all. I'm a creator." He smiled slightly, mallice filled his facial features and she simply stared a moment. "Leave here and stay gone." She growled, turning tail and leaveing the scene. Her paws carried her quickly as she felt the sting of tears, she wasn't sad - more the out rage was taking hold and the fight was going to end whether she liked it or not. She just wanted to end it on her terms, not his. "Unforgivable." Sabia growled to herself in a deep mumble. "It's unbelievable he would even approach us here." Then she recalled he hadn't recognized her.

Was it possible? Had he actually forgotten them? She sighed softly, it was entirely possible if he was half as cruel as she recalled. Which was also entirely possible. Sabia left her thoughts there, feeling it unecessary to continue.