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Post by lorraine on Jul 28, 2007 3:47:39 GMT -6
Every time Raven's paws touched the ground, a puff of dust rose into the air. The floor was dry and hot, her feet were starting to crack and they felt like they were burning. The sun that was beating down upon her, made her yellow coat shine, she had been walking for quite a while now, her legs were tired and she was very hungry. There was a rustle from behind her she quickly looked around, it was a warthog. Even though she was hungry she didn't think she even had the strengh to chase after one. She looked back infront and then stopped, she could see a small waterhole a little further ahead, maybe she should take a break and stay there for a while. Her feet were sore but she quickened her pace, once she reach it she looked around again to check that there were no other animals around, then quietly she walked towards the water. Her muzzle touched the water and she began to drink, the water felt soothing again her dry throat and stomach. Once she had drank enough water, she went a bit further back from the waters edge and sat under a small tree, it was nice and shady. She then lied down and rested her head on to her paws, but all of the while her ears were alert and ready for the slightest sound.
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Post by Vox on Jul 28, 2007 19:57:38 GMT -6
" Some leader! The stupid prat! He thinks he can rule over me? That Sirius Black thinks that he can best me as a king? Hmm...Well, let's think. Ruler number one for rulers, stick around! I mean, bloody hell! What kind of a bloke just disappears after challeging me!? Madness...It's just absobloominglutely insane... " The king names Truth thought darkly. His Narati was gone, his daughters had gone missing and he was tired. Oh was he ever so tired! A groan escaped his lips as he thought of all the blasted affairs he had to deal with Aamira was alone in Eiroka because that damn Xirin was off on a holiday that Truth, by the way, had not given his consent on. Things were getting to be too much. The leader was meaning to make a trip to see King Because for some advice and maybe visit his little sister, Dancer. He didn't want to see Sileree. He couldn't stand the sight of her these days. Not because they didn't get on well, but because she always that she knew best. Sileree always thought that she would be a better ruler than he, when it was Truth that wore the pants not her! This was not the truth of the matter though. The real Truth of the matter was still back at home with his friend 'Rational Thought'. Sileree might be a bit bossy of her eldest brother but she never thought she would do a better job than he, or her other older brother Hathor, at ruling. As Truth thought about all these things he nearly tripped over a lioness that stood at his feet. Surprise was written on his face, but it was soon replaced by a smooth smile. It was genuine. Hopefully she would take his mind off of more troubling matters.
May I help you, miss?
He asked mildly, his manner like that of an aged english gentleman that had been in the army. Kind and weathered, responsible, polite and generally knowing. But his physique was the last thing from old. His mane was thick and golden brown, it extended all the way down to his abdomen and tufted his elbows. His eyes twinkled, a hazel color and clear as crystal with green specks in them. All together a very handsome chap, Truth was in excellent shape but he had a long white scar going up his right foreleg from a previous battle. It never hurt him and he generally found it both a useful talking point and part of his sex appeal. The ladies thought it was simply marvelous that he had a scar like that. [/blockquote] |
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Post by lorraine on Jul 29, 2007 7:17:18 GMT -6
All of a sudden, Raven heard what sounded like a footstep from behind her, she quickly looked up, it was a male. How come she hadn't heard him coming? thought Raven to herself She quietly got up and turned to look at the male, he looked the kind sort. He had a soft smile on his face and his hazel eyes were twinkling.
May I help you, miss?
She wasn't sure what to say.
"Not really" she replied, with a smile on her face. "It was just I have been walking for a while and spotted this place, so I thought I would come here and rest for a while.
Now she was feeling more comfortable around the lion, she sat back down again. Her tail swished slightly.
"May I ask your name?" she added.
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Post by Vox on Jul 29, 2007 20:41:50 GMT -6
He noticed her relax and was glad of it. He bowed courteously, dipping his head and making an elegant leg. It would have looked almost funny, but Truth's demeanor was not laughable. He seemed to draw glances wherever he went, in a good way. One might think that if they laughed at him he would just look at them and smile, a little too knowingly for comfort. It wasn't worth the effort of coming up with something witty just to have it batted aside with a small laugh from the monarch. He heard her words and took his eyes off the sun which he had been examining rather absentmindedly and unnervingly, as if she wasn't there until she spoke. He gazed at her attentively and seemed to look at her in a way that indicated she was just a twig and he was really staring at the bark of the tree behind her. Not in a rude way, just matter of factly showing her how little she mattered in the grand scheme of things. Take it or leave it, this was Truth. Harsh to some, unpleasant to other, and gorgeous to those select few who didn't mince words. G-d he loved it when they asked that. He loved it beyond words when gentle creatures such as this young lady asked 'May I ask you--' something or other.
You may, my dear lady.
And a smile flickered across his face, benevolent and all loving as if she were his favorite thing in the world to look at. Truth looked at all this way, because that was generally the way they were. But if I said that he loved Life, I would be lying to you. Death was someone he cherished and admired and kept waiting. Truth was not going to die, but he obsessed himself with the miracle of life and death and relished thinking over it. Lions and lionesses, hyenas and Wild Dogs...They were only interruptions in one long train of thought that he had created, revolving around the debate of life and death. That was probably way he had a faraway look in his eyes and you were never sure you had his attention because he always seemed to be laughing at you in some private way, as if he knew something more and yet he loved to help you figure it out in your own, inhumanly slow way. [/blockquote] |
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