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lol too quick to change the cub's appearance? cx
The young male nodded as she came back in. He stuck out a leg examining it. "I am getting pretty big now.." He said with a small giggle. The male flicked his tail, mosquitoes making their way in after Olive. The marshy camp was a nuisance to the male lion but he could get used to it. The muddiness, the pesky bugs, the feel of the air. Oh my. The air. Yuck. Humid all the time. He hated the feeling, but he lived here, so he definitely really had to get used to it. The weather wasn't his favorite here.. but.. oh well.
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He smiled, nodding. "It's pretty okay I guess. Better than being alone." Brokencub spoke, flicking his tial. He watched as Olive swatted a big looking mosquito. The weather outside was somewhat okay today, a little less humid than usual, and Brokencub was okay with that.
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The cub hesitated. Why would she ask that? Why did she ask that? He was still sensitive about the topic of his mother, and all of a sudden he seemed to have changed. A low growl emitted from his chest and his nose crunched up. He opened his mouth to speak but no words exited his maw. He pawed the ground angrily and turned and left the den. Sniffling he headed for the trees, heading out of camp.
The cub didn't very much like talking about his mother; he missed her dearly, but he never wanted to go about her. He never did. Whenever he thought about her he always had to push back tears, and he felt so empty without her. Brokencub disappeared into the greenery of the surrounding nature and kept padding forth, his heart pounding in his ears. His face was still scrunched up with anger and he began thinking about Di and what had happened a while back...
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The young male lion had already disappeared, not hearing her words. He kept walking, his tail swinging back and forth with frustration. His ears were flattened and he was glazed with frustration all over. Why did Olive have to bring that anyway.. Jesus... He couldn't stop thinking now, as his paws took him wherever they moved, as if they had a mind of their own. Brokencub didn't know quite where he was going, but he just wanted to get away from everyone and camp at the moment.
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Brokencub thought about what it might have been like if he'd never met Olive, and if his parents had never died or left. He sat down under the shade of a large oak tree and pondered. Maybe he wouldn't even be here. He wouldn't have had this happen with Olive. He could be living with his mother somewhere, doing great with her. No problems, nothing to worry about. He wouldn't be in this whole "clan" thing, and he wouldn't have to worry about the lives of others. In fact he didn't really care about anyone except for Olive and the leader... Brokencub muttered angrily under his breath and rested his chin on his paws.
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I have returned from Vegas :DD
Brokencub's head shot up and he grumbled again under his breath. "Whatever." He replies, his voice barely audible to her. Brokencub spotted movement on the ground beside him and looked, spotting a stray beetle. He pressed a paw on it, a little crunching noise radiating from underneath his big paw and raised his paw, the mess not too terribly bad. The cub lapped at his paw, erasing the remnants of the ugly bug from his pad and looked back at Olive. "You know I'm still sensitive about her. Why'd you ask?" He spoke, curling his tail around himself as much as he could.
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Brokencub lifted his head as he saw the tears. Suddenly, the young one felt bad. He stood and padded over to her. Pressing his nose gently to hers, and then to her nose, he sighed. "I'm sorry too.. I-" The young male trailed off, pressing his chin to the back of her neck, as if their necks were embracing. Like a hug sort of.
