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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 8:09 pm
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The young male stalked through the pride lands, head down and eyes like rubies, dark and brooding. Whenever he came across a family playing in the sun he changed course and walked away without looking up, afraid the pad would spot him and want to say hello. There was a strong sense of community in this pride which Vu found unnerving. The greetings of neighborly strangers sounded to him like the squawks of angry birds. He was used to being the delinquent son in the Pridelands, the bully nobody liked, and the rogue lands only elevated him to the status of an uncouth ruffian.
He could act civilized if necessary, but watching his tongue required concentration he didn’t have with Mollie’s pregnancy weighing heavy on his mind. Being part of a pride was important to him. To Vu, pride life meant doing something worth while. He was a powerful youth with rippling muscle, a tattered muzzle and scars to prove his strength in battle, so he believed he had a lot to offer. His future should have looked bright.
Now he had to worry about being a father. Vu could be a warrior, a protector, a guard or solider of war, but a father? His own father had been so distant that he was nearly non-existent in Vu’s childhood. He wasn’t even sure what role a father should play in the life of his cubs. All he knew for certain was that he wanted to be a better father than the one he had.
Thirst burned his throat. He had been wandering since sunrise, struggling to put his thoughts in order. So far he hadn’t even found a place to start. Vu licked his tattered muzzle and headed toward the lake. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too crowded.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 8:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 9:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 9:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 8:55 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 4:02 pm
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The thought of lowering himself before the other male left a sour taste, but he reluctantly returned the gesture with the barest of nods. “Vu, just Vu.”
Perhaps his mother would be proud to see him remembering her lessons. Polite gestures, such as bowing one’s head, left a lion open to attack. He grew up without ever forming a respectful opinion of anyone, besides his own parents, though he now lamented that the father he held in such high regard never took significant notice, so Achal’s niceties were met with a kind of awkward dislike. But because he seemed a wise lion, willing to offer advice without lording it over him, he made an effort to use his manners. The few that he knew.
He sat down and met Achal’s eyes, studying his expression. “Are you a father?”
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 5:09 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 10:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 6:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 5:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 9:56 am
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Achal just smiled at Vu's questions. He could see the male mind was running rather quickly. Achal knew whoever but his worry was a good thing.
"You know. It is good that you worry. It shows you are a good lion and that you will be a good father. Things might not always go as planned or how you'd like but it will be okay."
Achal stood and walked past Vu.
"Remember cubs aren't born knowing dislike. They love rather readily and especially their parents. If you love and like them, they will love and like you in return. If you dislike them, that is what they will learn."
Achal sat behind Vu, slightly to the young males side, "However, surprised, nervous and fearful you may be, you will not dislike them will you? I do not think you will, so you should not worry so. You will have healthy happy cubs, who greatly enjoy their father Vu. And remember you have your beybanu, their mother to help you."
Achal smiled to himself and stood again, walking off, "Good day to you Vu. I must be off. I have duties to attend to."
It was true but Achal really wished to give Vu some alone time to think about his situation and their conversation. The young male had a lot on his shoulders but Achal felt he would be okay.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 1:54 pm
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