A Private RP for Labatis

[Iri]

Chaltuu tilted her head. "Uhmm... Don't you want any?" She flicked her tail, not knowing why he was backing off all of a sudden. After all, he had helped bring it down. He deserved the meal as much as she did. He didn't look starved, but he did look relatively hungry- a long, harsh fight with intruders usually killed off most remaining energy a lion had left.
She brushed some of the blood from her chest, knowing that it would clot and stop soon. If it wasn't searing anguish stabbing through her chest, she knew she was fine. There wasn't much point in making a fuss over a little scratch that would soon heal.

[Labatis]

"Right. Sorry." Angus walked over to the area of the pig which hadn't been torn into, and began to dig in. It restored the majority of his energy, including the few minutes washing his wounds and looking for the now dead warthog. He had to admit, it was defiantly more delicious than expected, since it had been rolling in the muck for a bit.

[Iri]

Chaltuu started to tuck into the pig, too. She felt strength return to her legs and shoulders, and almost instantly felt less tired and energy-drained. She hated that feeling even more so than she loathed hyenas- it made her feel vulnerable and weak.
Chaltuu soon finished her portion, leaving the rest for Angus. Not that she was feeling generous and all that, but some of the warthog's meat had restored a lot of her lost energy. Angus would probably finish the rest of it, or most of it at least. Then that'd leave it for other hungry lions and scavenging vultures and ravenous hyenas to feast on, if there were any remains of the animal.

[Labatis]

[So did Chaltuu begin to walk off? Or is she still there?]

Angus licked the remaining blood from his muzzle, grooming some of the guts from his paws. He could already scent vultures on their way for some scraps, so he might as well leave what he didn't want to the scavengers.

[Very short post.]

[Iri]

[Hehe, Chaltuu's still there. c:]

Chaltuu grunted. "So, ready to go back?" she said, motioning with her long, narrow muzzle towards the direction they came from. She supposed it wasn't too far, and they could finally rest.
Her jaw was still set tensely, like it always was when she wasn't enjoying herself. That was practically all of the time, to be honest. She had never had a moment where she truly enjoyed herself. Judging by Angus' personality, though he seemed a way nicer than she could ever dream of being, she always thought, had he had a terrible family too? One that always neglected him or bullied him?

[Labatis]

Angus nodded, walking up towards Chaltuu. He could see her exhaustion, so he decided to keep himself quiet. Once they had arrived, Angus got himself comfortable by a bush, laying down. He thought about the ways Chaltuu must've felt back when she was in a pride. She was probably way different from now, even if that different self was when she was a cub. It almost made Angus feel worse, because it was probably the way his pridemates were around him. Why would he think that making them fear him was the only way to earn respect? All it truly earned him was them turning on him, and allowing his father to attack.

[I don't even know if I made any sense. o-o I couldn't think of what to write, so I typed whatever came to mind. I hope you can understand this post.]

[Iri]

[Pssh, don't worry about it. It was perfectly understandable.]

Chaltuu stretched, still wondering about Angus' past. She knew that despite what she had been through, there was always someone who had it worse than her. Perhaps Angus had a terrible family too, a bully for a father, or a blank piece of slate for a mother. What if Angus had no siblings, no friends to stick up for him? She had no sisters, no brothers to defend her from her father's hurtful insults. Well, she had Kapuki- the golden-furred cub was probably still young, and Chaltuu was most likely wiped from Kapuki's memory.
Chaltuu did want to know about Angus and what he had been through, and how he had gotten his scars- but she had to remind herself that that was none of her business and she'd probably never know.

[Chaltuu, you're so clueless. xD]

[Labatis]

[Clueless Chaltuu. Hmm. That would make a good CC.]

Angus began to wonder what Chaltuu was thinking about, and he assumed it was of her past. After all, it wasn't hard to begin to remember things that happened a long time ago when there was nothing to be talking about. Other than the small chirping of birds, and maybe some distant calls of zebra, the area around them was completely silent. Angus slowly zoned off, thinking of the things in his head, such as his father's cold glare that terrified him which would always be in the back of his head. Usually he'd zone off like this, looking at a random object around him, which he stared at the thorns in the bush he laid by.

[Iri]

[xD]

Chaltuu sighed inwardly and closed her eyes. She wondered why she wasn't just moving on instead of staying with Angus. She didn't hate his company, but she usually preferred to stay on her own, without anyone's help. Maybe one day they'd part and go their separate ways. After all, she could tell that Angus was a loner, considering he had asked her if she was in a pride. She wasn't- she never would be. Lions in prides were as snobby as her parents, all superstitious and wary of different lions. Kivuli always accepted a tawny or golden or grey or brown-pelted lion, but never a red-pelt. That was what he always called her.

[Labatis]

Angus saw her close her eyes to rest, and he immediately curled up to sleep. Now he wouldn't seem as tired, since he dozed off around the time Chaltuu did. It wasn't like it was nightfall, but already the sun began to shine through the trees, meaning sunset was very close. Tired as he was, he didn't really care when he fell asleep, as long as he got some rest. The sleepless days and nights only make his head spin.