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Post by catorb on Jul 18, 2015 16:05:15 GMT -5
RP for Cat-Orb and WhiteW0lfs only!
Interaction between Dante and Apollo
(son x Father time <3)
Main issue:
Dante asks why his father doesn't bear the X mark of the bachelors.
(plays in the past; Dante is 9 years old) |
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Post by catorb on Jul 19, 2015 13:19:31 GMT -5
Dante had a rather bad morning.
He was swatted awake by his mothers tail, found that there wasn't enough for his morning meal, fell into a puddle of mud while chasing a butterfly and by accident, ran straight into his father butt while he was playing with Felicity.
He fell back, his eyes screwed shut from the dull pain in his head. He looked up apologetically after shaking his head widely. Hoping to not have given his father a sour mood.
"Sorry dad! I didn't look where I was going..." 'Again.' He thought, a little ashamed. The colt got back on his feet and somewhat waited for his sire to lecture him, slowly stepping away but ready to be called back.
'A lecture would fit right in with all the other stuff that happened so far today...' Dante thought surly.
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Post by whitew0lfs on Jul 19, 2015 19:38:20 GMT -5
Apollo sighed, savoring the sweet scent of the crisp morning air and the peaceful chatter birds chirped. The morning had gone rather well for the palomino, seeming as no one was courageous enough to pester the elite, he woke up later than usual due to the lack of tasks he had to get done today. Heck, he had already finished them, the rest of the day was his time-off - to do with, he still had yet to decide. Though before he got deep into thought, a small thud felt it's way onto his rump. Apollo cocked a brow and turned around nonchalantly, not caring too much for whomever ran into him as it was most likely an accident. He widened his eyes with a smirk as he saw his son shaking his head in an attempt to regain balance, however his gaze softened as he apologized. "It's okay, just make sure where you're going next time. Not everyone will go easy on you because you're young." The elite walked over to his son, nipping on his ear playfully, "But if someone does end up picking on you, let me know and I'll make sure they regret ever fouling you." Apollo snorted and raised his head, a smug smile etched into his features though quickly faded as he saw the colt attempt to sneak off.
"And where do you think you're goin'." He raised an eyebrow curiously, his voice came hoarse with a slight sign of his southern accent many were unaware he carried. Was he too cool for his own father now? The thought caused a smirk to grace his lips, although shook it off. Waiting for his son to answer him.
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