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Roth had this sinking feeling that this litter would be the last of his. He had taken a bit more of a .. fatherly feeling towards them because of it. Though he had no real interest in being a father. He never had, and it was doubtful he ever would. He just liked having the power over the cubs, and that was something that was worth having multiple litters.

He was displeased that the male had been such white of coat. He had hated it, in fact, and had resigned to making the cub his personal slave. He relished the thought of it, as he had not had a slave to his name since his joining. But the grey in his fur would soon make him older, and he knew that he would have to worry about doing things for himself eventually. When that time came, he wanted someone there.

"If you are going to carry my blood, I'd suggest sitting up straight. Not like some sort of diseased puppy." He snapped. He was tired from the journey back, and it had made his temper a less than friendly one.

He didn't know much about these cubs. Not much at all. He didn't even know their names, and that he knew, was low even for him. He was figuring this would be his last litter.. and as he got older, he was slowing down. He could feel it in his bones. The one eye'd lion looked at the cowaring cub and frowned.

"What did your mother call you?" He asked, the anger out of his voice, and now was just the curiousity.
He needed to know more about them, because they were the last of his legacy.. A legacy that he was sure wasn't doing as well as he had done. They all lacked ambition. He was unaware it was the farthest from the truth, and almost all his children had that ambition he carried... But he had never known his cubs very well.

The cub looked terrified. Normally that was something Roth rather enjoyed. Though this time he found it less endearing. It irritated him more than anything. He hadn't been overly mean to the cub, but then again, he figured his appearance had something to do with the cub's fear. He did have a sort of.. devilish look to him.

"You don't remember? Shame. I'm sure she named you well." He smiled cruelly. He had liked hurting Optheli. He wished he could do it again, but he knew better than that.

"If you cannot remember your name, then I guess I have no choice but to name you." He made it sound like a chore, but Roth didn't really mind too terribly much.

"I am .. father. You are my offspring, and your mother was.. a cliffnote in your life. You will never see her again," he said, bringing up his paw to inspect the sharp claws.

"What should we call you?.... How about..Boy. Seems appropriate enough." He said with a wave of his paw before placing it back to the earth.

He didn't have time for weakness. He never did. When he sensed the sadness in the boy, he frowned. He went to speak and tell him not to be so sad all the time, and the boy spoke first.

"Ashta, hmm? Well that is absolutely horrible. It seems unfinnished." Short names were probably better, better for the cub and easier to remember. He began thinking, and then a grin spread across his features.

"I have got it. Ashtaroth'sha. Why not name you after the greatest? Unfortunately you are white. But we may be able to work around it." He answered bluntly.

"Do you have an issue?" Roth asked menacingly, arching his eyebrow as he stared down at the cub. Roth wasn't sure what had gotten into himself. Usually, he would have ignored this cubs existence until he was of a useful age. But he was actually talking to him.. That was just beginning to show his age. He knew that they were the last of his progeny.

"You are white. If you were not -my- son, I'd consider that a dangerous offense. This pride.. Well. Slaves are white. Pale colors, are not looked upon highly." He felt he should add on, to keep the cub from being too terrified of his new home.

"But you are -mine-. And as far as they are concerned you are my slave. Leave me, and I will make sure they know you are no longer protected. Got it?"

Oh great, now he was threatening in order to keep his cubs from leaving. But he knew that Mari had asked him for slaves before. He'd be damned if she or Crue got their paws on his newest brood.