05-16-2018, 02:56 PM
VALEMON
male — 9 months — snowbound — member — tags — rped by Autumnleaf
Val was familiar with August’s sentiment, although he couldn’t agree with it. His own father had been wary of - even aggressive towards - other lions... but then again, his father hadn’t been very cheery in general. Even though Valemon had always been fine with it, he chose to act differently around those unfamiliar to him, no matter their size. Maybe it was him being naive, maybe him being stupid... or both. But, Val didn’t like to judge over appearance or species. In fact, these things somethings went over his head.
That was certainly not the case when he looked up to see a deer. Immediately, he was taken back to before he’d began to eat solid prey, when one of his clanmates had taken down a deer. Val’s father had to explain to him that it was a prey animal - meant to be eaten, not buried and mourned. This experience had caused some confusion as when, some time later, a deer had joined their Clan. He’d been a friend, not food. Who was determine the difference? After so long without a fresh meal, the cub absentmindedly ran his tongue over his sharp canines. So, in a way, perhaps August was right to be weary.
But, Val wasn’t exactly prepared to answer the other. At first, he shook his head, then realized that wasn’t the truth. He did have no idea where he was, but knew he wanted to be here. Did that make him lost? He wasn’t sure. “I...” The young lion’s voice was hoarse after so long without use and he trailed off. After a moment of silence, he nodded and began again. “Lil’ bit.” Valemon continued to rub his paw against the white fabric wrapped around him and then looked up again as another approached. They didn’t seem aggressive... at least he hadn’t been attacked yet. Slowly he relaxed, letting out a deep breath - almost as if he’d been holding it in. A small cloud formed before him due to the warmth being injected into the cold air and he stared at it as it disappeared. He really wasn’t fond of this weather. Still, he smiled, meeting the deer’s gaze once more. “‘m Val,” he introduced softly. His big brother had taught him early on that it was the polite thing to do. Now, it had become somewhat of a fixed thing for him to do.
That was certainly not the case when he looked up to see a deer. Immediately, he was taken back to before he’d began to eat solid prey, when one of his clanmates had taken down a deer. Val’s father had to explain to him that it was a prey animal - meant to be eaten, not buried and mourned. This experience had caused some confusion as when, some time later, a deer had joined their Clan. He’d been a friend, not food. Who was determine the difference? After so long without a fresh meal, the cub absentmindedly ran his tongue over his sharp canines. So, in a way, perhaps August was right to be weary.
But, Val wasn’t exactly prepared to answer the other. At first, he shook his head, then realized that wasn’t the truth. He did have no idea where he was, but knew he wanted to be here. Did that make him lost? He wasn’t sure. “I...” The young lion’s voice was hoarse after so long without use and he trailed off. After a moment of silence, he nodded and began again. “Lil’ bit.” Valemon continued to rub his paw against the white fabric wrapped around him and then looked up again as another approached. They didn’t seem aggressive... at least he hadn’t been attacked yet. Slowly he relaxed, letting out a deep breath - almost as if he’d been holding it in. A small cloud formed before him due to the warmth being injected into the cold air and he stared at it as it disappeared. He really wasn’t fond of this weather. Still, he smiled, meeting the deer’s gaze once more. “‘m Val,” he introduced softly. His big brother had taught him early on that it was the polite thing to do. Now, it had become somewhat of a fixed thing for him to do.
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