Stolen

The cub starts to cry uncontrollably "I WANT TO GO HOME!! MOMMY?! I WANT MY MOOOOOMMMY!!!"
Hasi trying to calm him puts a paw on his back. "He's too young! He's not even an adolescent! Why did you take him?!"
With growing agitation Alexander growls out "...you two picked him out. I merely retrieved him."
Hasi and Samson in unison "What... what do you mean we picked him?!"
Alexander with an evil grin "You said you liked him Samson. Since he was so smart teaching you where to find food and water out here in the desert."
Samson's ears flatten back "That didn't mean I thought he should be one of us! I just thought he was a smart cub showing us that trick. We should return him and come back when he is older!"
Alexander growing agitated again "Did you see the old nag of a mother? She's too old. She could die anytime and take the cub with her. So coming back for him would be no point. So its too late for that now. Do you not want him anymore Samson? If he isn't capable of being a part of our pride now then he doesn't deserve to live."
Hasi now disgusted. "You... you wouldn't?!"
Samson looking at the crying cub and then steels himself "...no. He's a smart cub. He'll get used to being by himself from now on. I know he will."
Hasi now surprised by his brother's words "SAMSON?!"
Alexander's twisted grin returns "Good. He's your responsibility now Samson... so shut him up. Or I will. PERMANENTLY!"
Samson now looking at the cub coldly "Yes Alexander."
Little Tomba sobs out "TAKE ME HOME! I WANT TO GO HOME! MOMMY WHERE ARE YOU?! MOOOOOOOMMMMY!!!"



Hate and Rage can make a person burn like a fire wanting to devour everything around it...
...or it can make you grow cold like ice. Unfeeling and uncaring about anything anymore.