Wanders go far

[akaila]

A large paw crushed against the grass, pressing the green down against the earth leaving flatened patches where is pads had been. A perfect trail any creature could use to follow him, but the reasons would be few, he was large and strong with a mean temper at this particular time, not liking being in such new surroundings. The lion's head lifted and nostrals flared to take in the scents around him, he was not here to claim the land. Thought the temptation crossed his mind he voted against it, for he had none to share it with, and to take a pride-land without a pride was pure greed.

Shifting his weight he found an area of long grass where he felt comfortable enough to sit himself down and take his barings. The wind rustling through his mane with a wild song carried with it, it almost made him want to sleep, but it was too early in the day for that, besides. Who would keep watch for roving males, protective mothers and just plain annoying scavangers?

[Vox]

out of crackers! need t'get me some more... I thought I'd post with Error, because as Lassiel is going to be off and on for the next week or so she might not have time to reply with Lothril, if you have intended your male to possibly join the Akina (first laddy in a long time o.o). If it was Sileree, then Lothril might not come along so quick, realistically speaking. But if it was a rogue male and some unknown female on a land near hers...Mightn't we stir up a little plot? ;] Just an idea.

Loud purring rattled from out of her throat, seemingly emanating from her rotund gut. It was at odds with the rest of her intensely muscled, well-sculpted body, both lean and fine as it should be, and as steelly as she had made it. Strong legs, a broader chest than her cousin had, and a face that had a wider, more daring approach. She was not so dark as some, playing about in a reddish roan colour, with an undercoat of wheaten tan, and a touch of delicate scruff about her chin (as all lionesses had, greater fighters more than others) that was the shade of purest sand. The pleased, but not smug, grin pulled at her face, threatening to make her look like a full, stupid idiot. Threatened, and did not suceed, as the rest of her form battled against such an assumption. Her eyes, deep chocolate flecked in gold, were as cunning and clever as they ever were, though this time brimming in the soft tears the sun had lent her. She was ill-adapted to the basins, it was the savannah she preferred. Her Uncle, Truth, loved his deserts, and her Aunt Sileree seemed to adore the rainy days of the marsh...But Error liked her tall grass, and her sparcely dotted trees, hung with baboons every now and then. She liked the indecent creatures, with their painted bottoms, thought they were funny little things. They didn't seem to be bothered much by her, so in a way, they got along. Or...They didn't not get along.

Ashy seemed to be in a rather pensive mood, hmmm? Beauty, that, she always respected a good, thoughtful space! Beseni brought the calm nature upon her, yes it did. Or was that the elephant calf she had just eaten...? It was probably both. Error was not a naturally 'think before acting' girl, on first appearance. She was not a lot of things when you first saw her, other than a reasonably attractive woman, who one would never dare call anything than 'Lady' or 'Mistress'. Not that she had much of a lady-like air, as Madame Sileree, but it was that so many people figured her as a noble lady-knight. How wrong they were. But let them believe! Let them cherish the idea of her as such! It was best for them...And not so bad for her. She was a scrapper, but she wasn't willing to get in that deep. Once real pain got involved, the idea of high command got less alluring in her mind's eye. What is second place but the closest position to first? And if one might manage to...Slit the winner's throat as he lifts the trophy up...Who would ever know! Error would. Security had not exactly suited her, she found the antagonist's causes too reasonable to be the main character in a story and...She could never be a sidekick, too complex for that. We set her as the Participating Sceptic, one who is far too important to set aside, yet the sort of woman who the writer Himself (it won't work if the writer is a female, so Vox will step out of this role for a moment) secretly finds terribly appealing, but does not yet fully understand.

Aha! it is the Participating Sceptics, not the Protagonists, who shape the story! Name one person who did not smile a little when Han Solo came back to help Luke Skywalker? One person who was not secretly whooping along with joy when dear Boromir realised his wrongs and found that for once, he actually believed that the Ring had true destructive powers on the minds of Men? Well...Perhaps one man in his little hole will grumble and disagree, but I cannot name one. 'Course she wasn't just the P.S of the story. She was...Something of a rabble-rouser; the sort to poke a man in the side, then turn her head and whistle innocently. Her? Why she's as blameless as a mayfly! But when the time comes to stir the masses, she'll be up on the podium, preaching like anything. Mh-hmm, that was Error. Always making mistakes, always tripping up, always bringing disaster wherever she went. Of course...It was generally a 'make other make mistakes' and 'make others trip up' and 'bring disaster to other lands' that she did. Nimble enough to escape harm, despite her great size for a lioness. She might just have to meet up with a man, some day, who brought about as much mayhem as she did. Dear Havoc nearly did, but he always...What was the word? Yes, that's it! Havoc always regretted his deeds, whereas Error...Not so much. Notwithstanding her little oopsies now and then, with males, she had a clean track record. Liked to keep out of trouble, that was her. Mh-hmm, one hundred percent sweet and carefree. Happy-go-lucky, even. Or so she liked to convince herself, and others.

Ashy seemed a little tired? Lovely, that, she always respected a good healthy appetite for shut-eye. A man's not a man unless he's well rested, as she always said! She loved sleeping, herself. Things...Were so much simpler when you weren't conscious. Bills didn't pile up, strangers didn't come a-knocking, nobody was trying to sell you anything, males didn't get in the way. Things...Were so much easier when you were asleep. Problems solved themselves, or went away, or died. Issues resolved themselves, or fell apart, or dissolved. Deals were forgotten, never completed and...She was left alone. Was it too much to ask?! She just...Wanted to be left alone! Her full abdomen swung from side to side gently a few times, causing her discomfort, and for the elephant to repeat on her a few times. A stifled burp and a licking of her fine, sandy whiskers followed this sensation, and Error slowed her jolting pace slightly. Ashy was just ahead now, she had seen him quite some time ago, and had decided a nice little chat might do her good. Handsome beasty, with a funny looking coat. Ashy. The nickname suited him, he looked as if he'd taken a dip in a river of ashes and come out with his legs fully coated. Grayishbrownishgoldishsex, Ashy for short. Her swagger carried her easily over the land, the soft grass of the new wet season tickling her hard pads tentatively. She was a pretty young thing, a little over two years, and as sweet and darling as a turtledove. A few bumps, a couple bruises, and a scar or two just added to how she seemed to be...Flawed, but in a perfect, gentle sort of way. "The lord seems displeased this morning. May the passing stranger ask why...?" She asked sweetly, her tone innocently girlish, though not attempting to mask the dry undertones and soft venom laced in those languid, oh so lazily careless words. Golden brown eyes alighted on his face, and she gave a black-lipped smile, not showing her pointed teeth, but not quite so subtle as perhaps her Aunt could've managed. It was not exactly kind but...