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 Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:14 pm
This was the life. No worries, no responsibilities, not a care in the world. Vutha was content. Ever since the last time, when he had narrowly escaped losing two cubs in broad daylight (even he had to commend his own tracking skills, having found the two little buggers in minimal time - "minimal time" being... before a new sunrise), he hadn't been burdened with any babysitting jobs. What bliss! No noisy little cubs running around requiring supervision, no shrill voices shouting at dawn, no insistent games of hide and seek.
Of course, he realized that his family had probably realized that everything was not fine and dandy the last time he had babysat cubs. They had no incriminating evidence, but Vutha himself was no the best liar, and no doubt his squeemishness had betrayed his close call with the cubs.
It wasn't the best outcome, but what did they expect, anyway? It didn't take a genius to figure out that a lion that was too lazy to hunt would be too lazy to keep a close eye on the kids. And who in their right minds would put children into the hands of a lion like that?
Well. His mother, obviously. He had yet to figure out why that was. Maybe she trusted him, for some strange reason. Strange, because even Vutha wouldn't have trusted himself with kids. That was probably why he would never make a spectacular father. Go figure.
In any case, his recent days had been full of emptiness and time. His luck wouldn't last, but he would enjoy it while it did. There were certain little pleasures in life that took time - the entire day, ideally. Pleasures like lying out in the sun and falling asleep on the warm sand with the occasional breeze brushing through his mane...... Ahh, now that. That he could do forever.
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 12:03 pm
Vutha's desires were not going to be fulfilled. Not when his overachieving sister had finished soldiering duties early and was headed to meet Veru and a tracking party.
The female could recognize that lumpy, lazy shape anywhere. A frown pulled at the edges of her lips before it was gone. Not wanting to give him the chance to pull an escape, Seide approached from downwind.
"Vutha." Her voice was short, in an even tone. "Explain yourself."
She could give him a chance to try and convince her that he wasn't doing something like sleeping on the job, or, more than likely, not doing a job altogether. Seide could not comprehend how, at his age, Vutha not only had not found something he was impassioned about, but he didn't seem to care to.
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:46 pm
((So sorry about this! Your tag caught me in a busy month, and I'm just getting back into tagging everything xP))
Crap.
Vutha wasn't sure how she did it, but somehow, his sister managed to catch him right at his worst moments - namely, moments like these when he was clearly lazing about doing nothing and failing completely to uphold his duties as a hunter. Why didn't she ever show up when he presented a better image? It wasn't like he was always just... lying there.
Of course, having said that, when Vutha was just lying there, he probably wasn't being much more productive. Sitting there was also something he had grown proficient at. So was standing there...
He scrambled to his paws, sending a spray of sand cascading into the air and into his face. Ahh, geez. The red lion stood, sheepishly blinking the sand out of his eyes as he faced his sister. "Uhm, hi," he managed to say, wracking his brain for more words. It didn't make sense that he would have to explain himself when they both knew full well that the situation was rather self-explanatory!
"I... uh... You look good!" He said, trying to grin, but he next second he felt sand crawl into his nose, and he sneezed, sending the sand in his mane flying.
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