Post by Nuka on Nov 10, 2015 13:40:44 GMT -5
{March 1st, open to Nuka, Scar, eventually Zira and le potato nuggets Nyeupe & Jua}
“Ow! Ow! Stop pulling on my tail! You little annoying- RHHHHAHR!” Jua and Nyeupe didn’t pay any heed to their full, blood related brother’s words. All they saw was a long stalk to chew on with their newly forming teeth. The bigger of the two, Nyeupe was even sputtering off little growls and tiny roars to accompany his noms. Nuka growled violently, raising his paw but thinking better of it. If he smacked the babies he’d end up in a world of hurt. His ears folded back. How did he end up babysitting again?
The male’d been instructed to watch the infants while Zira and Scar did some diplomatic bull with the hyenas. After lengthy instructions, Nuka was left alone with Jua and Nyeupe. They sobbed for what seemed like an hour before Nuka rolled them over on their backs. To shut them up with it amused them enough that they started giggling. Nuka almost smiled.
Was this what it was like to have full-blood, loved siblings?
The little white marshmallows followed him out of the cave and down among the termite mounds of the outlands. He was going to teach them to grab up field mice. But they spent time biting his tail instead.
“This is the worst,” he mumbled to himself, “When are your parents getting back!?”
“Ow! Ow! Stop pulling on my tail! You little annoying- RHHHHAHR!” Jua and Nyeupe didn’t pay any heed to their full, blood related brother’s words. All they saw was a long stalk to chew on with their newly forming teeth. The bigger of the two, Nyeupe was even sputtering off little growls and tiny roars to accompany his noms. Nuka growled violently, raising his paw but thinking better of it. If he smacked the babies he’d end up in a world of hurt. His ears folded back. How did he end up babysitting again?
The male’d been instructed to watch the infants while Zira and Scar did some diplomatic bull with the hyenas. After lengthy instructions, Nuka was left alone with Jua and Nyeupe. They sobbed for what seemed like an hour before Nuka rolled them over on their backs. To shut them up with it amused them enough that they started giggling. Nuka almost smiled.
Was this what it was like to have full-blood, loved siblings?
The little white marshmallows followed him out of the cave and down among the termite mounds of the outlands. He was going to teach them to grab up field mice. But they spent time biting his tail instead.
“This is the worst,” he mumbled to himself, “When are your parents getting back!?”
