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Alain,

Cub of Prideless

Played by Naboo

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A child's work was never done, and as an envoy on behalf of his father - a dutiful position he'd picked solely himself to give himself purpose to accompany his desired task - next place on his list to explore was the shore. The sound of the ocean rolling against the sand and the sight of the sand particles drifting away loosely with the tug of the undertow was only exciting for a minute before he found himself dreadfully bored here. Until he saw it, scurrying and scuttling through the wet sand and not quite successful in being carried away by the waters just yet. It was armed, a heavy claw and a little pincer, freezing the moment the cub approached and puffing its arms to make itself look bigger. Avoiding a game he would remember later - the fun way his paws sunk into the sand and brought out water - he smacked the top of the crab's shell with his paws, making a game of avoiding the claws for as long as he could. But he hadn't expected that when he couldn't avoid it, it would hurt like heck. Tears pricked his eyes as his paw pad came down and was suddenly in the vice grip of the small red crab's claws, flailing and trying to trash his paw wildly as his ears pinned against his skull and a pathetic hiss managed to wheeze from between his lips.

Bathsheba,

Lioness of Junior Member

Played by glass

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♛ She had merely been enjoying the cool tranquility of the beach, but her ears perked and eyes narrowed as she squinted at a distant, flailing form. Paws damp from meandering in and out of the surf, the movement of her slender limbs elongated into an elegant lope, sand flinging haphazardly from where it clung to her soggy ankles. As she approached, the hazy form materialized - she had not known what to expect, but this was certainly not it. Before her a little cub, a sprite compared to her sinewy, goliath form, wrestled unsuccessfully with an ornery crab. Other women might perhaps have rushed and cooed at the child's side. Bathsheba merely slowed to a languid walk as she approached, unsure of what to make of the situation. Though her slack lips and slow sashay remained an expression of lazy, disinterested poise, the crimson damsel clearly stifled a glimmer of laughter at her eyes. "I know a big, strong warrior like you doesn't need my help, but...". The woman's narrow red head lowered with jaws parted to gently crush and kill the angered bottomfeeder - the desert dweller resented the briny taste of seafood, but the child looked like he wouldn't win this fight alone. Her movements were lazy, as she was in no rush to put an end to such a comical situation. If the cub struggled enough, he still had the chance to prove her wrong, before she wrenched the ornery crustacean away from his paw.

 

Alain,

Cub of Prideless

Played by Naboo

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The predicament had him perplexed and ruffled, so much so that when the giant approached he didn't notice her until it was too late to pretend he wasn't in pain. She was a giant, and though he'd never grow to be that size himself, size was not something he had ever considered. The composure slowly leaked back onto his features, his lips tightening to conceal a grimace and the tears that pricked at the sides of his eyes having been successfully kept at bay, though a stray one or two had streaked his cheeks. Still considering fighting her help he momentarily limped forward as she tugged, ears still pinned tightly against his skull with displeasure clear across his face. The displeasure, however, was not towards her.

A Faust should not be this helpless, if only mother could see how disappointingly weak he was; young warrior cubs do not get felled by meager sea-dwelling creatures. A small spurt of blood trickled onto the sand below but the mighty fiend would not release its grip upon his paw. Lifting his bum into the air he backed himself up, limping with one paw hoisted into the air. "Wait, wait what if you pull my paw off?!" His voice gasped, concern betraying him as he perked his ears forward and slackened his arm a little, temporarily erasing the concern of the pain by having it washed over with the fear of being pawless forever.

@Bathsheba

Bathsheba,

Lioness of Junior Member

Played by glass

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♛ Her gentle jaws would find no success, and Bathsheba withdrew momentarily, rising to her full height with her head delicately tilted as she listened. She gave a soft nod before speaking, voice lowered, as though suddenly sharing a secret tidbit of precious gossip.  "Perhaps you're right. But I once had a sister in a similar predicament as yours. Poor dear. She wouldn't let me take it off, and the creature became a part of her paw - grew right into her pawpad." In emphasis, one of Bathsheba's massive mitts flopped with tender, mauve pads upturned. Perhaps her way of sharing fables was cruel - but the statement was half true. The scorpion had been quite determined to cling to her younger sister, but the situation had not been quite so comical at the time. "What will your mama say when she sees you like that?" Speaking of which, where was the guardian she supposed must be nearby such a young cub? She saw none, smelled none, and for the first time since her crimson brow drooped somewhat with concern, eyes lowering to the small form. It was unheard of for one so young to be alone, and after the words had left her mouth, she wondered too late if he was an orphan.

 

Alain,

Cub of Prideless

Played by Naboo

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The fretting was not a common occurrence for the child, but he was beruffled and out of sorts in a way that when she leaned in, and he in turn leaned close to better hear her whisper, he audibly gasped at her story. Fusing with this creature to become a crab pawed lion? Why, he'd rather have the foot fall off to be honest. 'Wh...what." His voice faded and quieted as his face turned pensive, his eyes looking at the mauve shade of her toes and he shuddered to think of anything permanently being attached to it like a rancid growth. The fatal blow to his ego, however, came when he mentioned mama. He worshiped his mother, not in a blind cultist way, but as in he respected her and idolized the family ideals that were being imparted upon him.

That was it, he had to put his big boy pants on. The crab - which had taken this opportunity to stay clutched and pull its other claw in - hung there tightly. Blood trickled around his small wound and he was beginning to lose feeling in his toe; perhaps a dramatic figment of his imagination but it felt real nonetheless. "Alright, okay no you're right.. wait... wait what happened to your sister? Did it kill her?" But without having to hear the answer he hesitantly held his paw up once more, clenching his jaws as he prepared for her to separate the creature from him via dissection.



@Bathsheba