Author: Trilies
Genre: Humor
Word length: 373
Sypnosis: Sora is not nearly clean enough for Sabor's tastes.
Yaoi/Yuri/Pairings: None! Wow, when'd that happen.
Notes: Yet again, an AU-kind of thing from the Gaia Online Roleplay "Kill the Hero"!
Shut Up and Look Clean
Learning the spiky furred cub is Lexaeus' cub earns both surprise and cool nonchalance from Sabor; an admittedly odd combination. On one hand, it makes a kind of sense, and explains how such a pathetically small and skinny thing could defeat her. On the other, that's the problem here. This cub takes after his father extremely little. There is none of Lexaeus' wise patience, his intelligence, build... The list goes on, Sabor thinks as she balances carefully on a branch among the shadows. However, she could forgive the Sora-cub; he is still just a young cub. There is time for him to grow. In years ahead, maybe the noble traits of his parents shall emerge.
Nonetheless, there is one trait that she will not wait for: cleanliness.
Baring her teeth in displeasure, Sabor presses closer to the branch she crouches upon. Golden eyes watch as, far below, the Sora-cub frolics with his companions, gesturing animatedly with his front paws. Shifting silently, Sabor let's her gaze shift to his head-fur. It is a ridiculous mess, something that seems like it would make for a fine bird nest. That's most certainly a problem and it won't do at all; he's not a tree, so his head shouldn't look like one.
At last, she loses her patience, slinking to another branch until she finds the perfect spot. Muscles tensing, she waits another moment before-
SWWF! CRASH! A fair bit of screaming.
Ignoring the noise around her, Sabor just presses her paws down harder against the Sora-cub's back. He's thrashing about far too much, but all her cubs do that as well. She leans her head down to begin, but her task is interrupted as some one dares to try and approach. A vicious snarl tears out of her throat as she bares her fangs at the two-leg dog with his metal. All the while, the Sora-cub is wiggling beneath her, but a good smack of her paw quietens him enough. After wearily surveying her surroundings, she quickly returns... to bathing the two-leg cub with her tongue. Nearby, Obiajulu rolls about in delight.
"I kept trying to tell him he has funny fur!" the cub cries out in mirth as his mother's tongue attempts the flatten the wild hair style. "He wouldn't listen!"
