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Post by Valid on Oct 4, 2007 14:51:35 GMT -6
 g You know in another post I had read something or another about some… Fight and kill? And you know in another post I had read something or another and it had to do with some Kishkir and the like? And you know I was like something or another, 'oh heavens there was little question about the African terrain that Madame Kishkir would ever have to do such a thing.' Mhmm, still, did she really think so little of her toy? Her faithful lapdog who had had his heart set on her for so long, and who had taken her still despite the fact she had mate and children by another? Did she think of him in such a light, a light that was has him willing to risk losing her love by letting himself entertain the intimate thought of another? Mhmm, one doubted very much that Lady Seduction could get him to budge, unless of course one could entertain the thought that Miss Kishkir was his Lady Seduction… and then, well then… perhaps temptation would just override him and he could simply not keep himself from it. He loved his darling, loved her ever dearly. She had once caused him heartache, but now she melted the pieces back in place just as quick. He loved her more then many things, and her unhappiness was simply not something he could live well with. His joy derived from the damsel… And she could never guess how much he paid attention to her, how much he noticed and adored. He paid mind to the details, the small things… Mhmm… There was so much one could love. So much one could adore. So much one could see for ages and wish to see so much longer still. And yet no matter how long she stayed, how long he was graced with her presence it seemed still she was a mystery. The greater depths of her mind, waters he had yet to sail. Waters he wanted to, oh heavens very much yes… Kishkir was not like many women. She was a strong one, a fighter. She did not succumb to the duties of a housewife, did not fall victim to a simpleton’s way. Not that he had never heard of stubborn gals before, thankyaverymuch, but… how… to word it?
e Now, there is nothing wrong with this but women tend to want their heroes, didn’t they? A little prince to take care of everything for them…? To keep them from being the victims and he was very much knowing of that and really he didn’t mind. He supposed, considering all in all that was the main duty of the masculine race… to see the bad, ugly, putrid things so the heavenly, seductive ladies didn’t have to. It was their duty… to fight, to protect, to be the ones on the forsaken list. Now, on saying that aloud he knew he would have someone contending, fighting for the opposite way. He could see why, after all it could come off he thought women weak [which he didn’t.] but… in a way, another way, he couldn’t see why one would yap on about his distinct wording. Way he worded it he was saying it was man’s task to be punished and beaten and to see the nasty horrors of the world, and last he checked that wasn’t something many fought for the right to see. Not something one wanted to see, but… Nonetheless, enough getting off the subject, the thing Because wanted to get on [with the darling help of Valid] about was his ever perplexing beauty, his lovely angel, his Kish… He wanted to get on that though there was nothing wrong with wanting a hero… That the way he saw it after all the shit some women had to go through it seemed only human for them to want someone else to take the burden. He saw it normal, he saw nothing wrong with it… He saw it his task, and the task of bachelors to lessen the load the sweets of the world had to take on. And yet despite his thoughts on that… it seemed Kishkir didn’t need a hero, did it? Didn’t need someone to rely on, she had her own self and that was enough. Standalone. Amazed him, really it did… Aye, now there were some who said they needed no heroes, no protection, no homely home for them to end up at. There were some that said they could handle themselves all by themselves and cared not for any company, that said they did not like the warm embrace of someone wrapping their arms around them and never wanting to let og - some said that. But how do those others say that? ‘Oh, your mouth, your mouth says no but your eyes! Oh your eyes say yes!’, was that how it went? If so, it was perfect. It was a truth. It suited the reality how most things really were.
g But, that was a hard topic… one that he had the mind to wonder about in the depths of his mind but not one to discuss. Bad blood could easily come from such a touchy subject and he had enough bad, black blood in him to suffice. And so he withdrew from the talk, and let his eyes wander. About the chill interior of the cave, the glossy walls and watery scent. He liked it in this place, despite the scent of so many strangers plastered about so and the possibility that this cave was one of filthy tasks. It still was a comely place, a place of darkness and calm. Tempted to claim it, he was, but he soon realized as the other prides engulfed land that he really wasn’t the sort. Funny how the times had been spent and all things had worked. Kishkir had sobered him a touch, but perhaps in the wrong way. Still a rather humorous man, still one who was rather relaxed. One who didn’t get in a huffy too soon, still, but now one who was a little less likely to stir… one who had relearned a lesson that had been put on the back burner. The lesson that everyone was capable of anything and though that is true and though the demons in people surface when one needs to see the angel… despite such lessons and despite such cruelty he just wasn’t an overly sour or bitter man. He couldn’t bring himself to hate anymore, he had better ways to rotten his soul and murder his spirit. He couldn’t bring himself to hate, nor could he bring himself to really say the world was a horrible place in honesty. The world was not a horrible place… no, no, no… the world was beautiful and majestic, seductive and lovely and charming. It was only the souls within the world, that lived and walked so, like lost children, destroying in their tantrums all good and virtuous things… it was only those souls that fooled all into thinking the world was a horrible place while it was only horrible people that made things seem so. Mhmm, but don’t get the wrong ideas darlings. He wasn’t the time to condemn left and right and exile all into the valley of darkness - Oh no, no, no! He was a sinner himself and he’d be ridding the bus there too, so no need to get hypocritical… So instead he remained ‘true’, and with doing so he tried to remain ‘understandable’. He did not think the world was bad. He thought people were bad. And that evil people made the world a not so good place. And so he strove to make people a touch more sweeter, a touch more good, if only to make the world a bit more of its truer self. Not that there weren’t such things as being ‘unable to save’ someone… Not that there weren’t such things and not that he hadn’t come across them. But, lets tut away depressing thoughts, yes? Naturally cheerful he was now. Kishkir was his after a long and broken road of pain and agony and damn it he planned to relish in it, like the fat cat he was with his saucer of milky smooth milk and an ever comely maiden all, all his.
e Now, that thought brought about a chuckle. His warm tones filling the chilly alcove to the brim as his eyes gently twinkled. Lovely were those dark pools, lovely indeed and just so rich. Rich of joy, happiness, but tinged by the opposite sides of those wonderful feelings, the opposite sides he had, indeed, felt. Scars that run deep tend to heal, but they tend to leave marks. Little nicks in the glass, little burns in the fabric. But really one couldn't tell much of them. He covered them so, with such ease and skill. A touch scary how he did that so, but a touch 'pleasing' that he did it all the same. It wasn't due that he was sad. Wasn't due at all, after such a long spell of time had passed and so many things change. He shouldn’t be sad… and truth be known he wasn’t. He wasn’t sad, he wasn’t starving inside, he wasn’t another Asaki on the contrary the singed edges of him were looked upon, not with fear or sadness but with gentle recollection. Of acknowledgement, of silent reverence. They were there, he knew they were… Mhmm… You know the birds were fabulous creatures. A bit gossipy and loose with their information but intelligent and quite helpful. With them, on their wings or raven black, did they speak to him in singsong tones of what was happening in his patch of paradise. Of a female who had danced her lovely rump within and brought out the rather… acidic tart within Kishkir. But really, clawing up the title of Queen one’s mind tended to insinuate, didn’t it? But he simply couldn’t help another laugh, though one a bit drier, at the thought of that. Amusing it was, if only because his unwavering devotion and faithfulness. Though, admittedly as a King he was expected from the other gals within the pride to produce a few litters… mhmm? Now he would have to have a chat about that with his Kishy-darling wouldn’t he? Oh, how he secretly dreaded that. But! It could not be avoided. He wanted the beautiful hens that made up his Pride content… and there was another Wet season coming along sooner or later and really now… Besides that seemed why one joined a pride at all, right? To be blessed with kiddos and protection? Mhmm… though he was secretly wondering, and harboring as well the prospect that maybe the maidens within his pride weren’t interested in him, or what males were suppose to do. Maybe there were simply lovely with the land? Perhaps content, though bored, all ready? Maybe? … or not.
g The kitten lounged in the cool arena. Body meeting rock, and finding it ever smooth and chill he seemed rather pleasant in this place of places. The dripping of liquid down the daggers in the ceiling producing a calming effect, alongside the sound of water running further back and farther away. The place where he laid was a greater deal away from the lip of the cave. Where the breezes of the outside world had to struggle to whisper and rebound within. His purring was rather audible, loud and rumbling, yet in a charmingly content and friendly manner. His great paws, large and broad supporting a large head. Sleeping as the beastie if only halfly so. A cat nap, it really was, with his ears ever round and tattered turning now and again, like little satellites, eager to hear whatever there was to hear as his eyes remained closed for the most part. Opening only now and again on this and that occasion to see a bird fly in, or another animal scurry out of the cavern. The birds also told him, in their melodious notes and charming yet repetitive way of a young man in his home. Walking around friendly and comely, chatting with the females of his household. In such a disrespectful manner, no less, was this young stud shopping among the Old King’s flock. Which stirred thoughts within Because’s head of wondering. Did this young soul not know policy? Was this young soul born in a ditch where they did not teach common sense? For surely if it was not true, the other would know that coming onto a man’s lands and talking to the ladies, ever sweet and beautiful and simply alluring, [he was starting to associate the girls with the Sirens now. Really he didn’t bother to lie and was far from afraid of boasting. His pride was made up of a good few gals and they all were, unquestionably, gorgeous] was the perfect way to poor one’s own poison. How many young gentlemen were killed for doing so? And heaven knew if Because had any sanity in his mind, any sort of sense and logic and normal Lion Know, he would be ripping the flesh from the boy’s bones now… And he would be relishing in those screams of agony - because the other was ever clearly in the wrong. You do not go to a man’s lands and chat up that man’s companions. But, nonetheless by now with the leaving of so many members of his family… he was again starting to lose care. Everyone came and went as they pleased, it seemed, if those within his pride were easily swayed by another then… fine, he supposed.
e And yet as he finished that thought and I finished that sentence his mind drifted away. Thinking of Miss Dancer, was he, and he wouldn’t deny the visible, physical frown. Why did she leave? How could she leave? He wondered so dearly how she could turn so vividly so. Rumor spoke that she had had a crush, amazingly, on him. Flattering it was but how could it cut so deep within her? How could it turn it so? He thought she would leave but she would come back. He had hoped it at least but now… now it had been ages and the vixen was no where to be found. Her sunny personality dimmed to a midnight glow… her cheerfulness misplaced as her soul eroded. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to really believe she had became a prostitute, or anything or that sort. He could not believe the young girl, charming and sweet and energetic could become that. But he was starting to have the feeling one got when they started to doubt their conviction. Worried of her, was he becoming… and as that feeling started to seep him and trouble his sleep, as that feeling etched into the scene he closed his eyes and mouthed his indifference. Placed his hands in the air, if only to say he could not do anything about it. Which was a lie, he could but… But his worry had yet to outlive a recollection of pain. She wouldn’t listen to him. She wouldn’t want to hear him. He wouldn’t change her mind. “It’s like saying she isn’t worth… me trying.” Brow wrinkled and his frown deepened before gently relaxing, easing off his features as a sigh was heaved. The muscular beast, ridden with age and the grief and hardship that came with such years, shifting only a touch as fatigue finally captured him and rocked him to slumber. Making no progress in that dilemma, none at all. But he would, sooner, later, he would. [/color] e| TAKE MY HAND & COME | [/font] gdance with me[/center] |
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Post by kishkir on Oct 10, 2007 9:05:11 GMT -6
They didn't like her. Infact they resented her, perhaps even hated her. Why? There was no reason to ask why. It's because of the fact that she the longest known ally of the King Because was his favorite. She knew he favored her above all the rest. However the other females of the tribe were quite aggressive towards her. She knew they talked about her behind her back. She had been a very bad person. She had left Because for over a year and bore another's children. The females all thought they could come in and take Because's affection for her away. The sexy and sleek cat had been walking. Just...walking and thinking. She had been thinking alot lately, alot about her mistake. If she wasn't so hot headed this wouldn't have happened. She would have run off, true...but she wouldn't have allowed her femanin emotions to get the better of her. And thus she would not have let the first guy that she met come to her and woo her so. The mistake on her part had been big. Huge even. But there was no way to turn back time...she couldn't totally regret this though. She had received Hitomi...She was a gift straight from the gods above. She could not totally regret her descision. She smiled at thinking of her beautiful daughter. The girl was as powerful as a bulldozer and was getting stronger every day. Hitomi ment the world to her...and now it came down to Kuwat...Kishkir knew the females of the pride also blamed her for letting Kgosi "carry off" or so they called it...her dear Kuwat. Truley she had had no choice, even though Because was present and he could kick Kgosi's sorry ass. Kuwat would remind her in every way of his father. Perhaps it was best...but it is never a good thing to have a child taken away from it's mother. A frown marred the beautiful face that was carried by a long elegant neck. A sorrowful sigh escaped her black lips and rose upwards towards the sky untill it could do so no more. She knew that the population of the pride had to advance...and the only way to do so would be to have cubs. Or...another alternative would be to recruit. She sighed. Have Because have other women did not appeal to her in any way shape or form...how ever, the pride was at stake. She knew he needed to take to him, the women of the Pride...the only thing that bugged her was that he would not with her. She knew that. The only thing that did not bug her was that she knew he didn't love any of the other females. But to have him take them to his bed, when they were...at odds with each other, that was what bugged her. She knew he would have to speak to her about this...and soon. she wanted to make it as painless as possible for him. She needed to sit there and be understanding. The thought of the women who thought she was a bitch urked her so. But it was about the pride...and she was willing to do anything for the pride.
The thought that plauged her very much the most was Dancer. That girl had left the lovley flock of women. And the reason was clear...because no matter how hard she tried...Dancer could not change, her darling 'Cause's feelings to love her. He cared for her deeply...but the love and affection for her...Kishkir was not to be for Dancer. Dancer had said some hateful things towards Kishkir...it did not bug her so...she growled at the thought of the young femme. It didn't matter how much the young thing flaunted herself right infront of Because...he would always see just past her, towards the ever sex appealing Kishkir. Atleast...thats what Kishkir hoped. Her eyes were drawn upwards into the blue heaven's above. The smell...his smell, the smell of rugged handsomeness. Of gentlemanliness, filled her nostrils. She smiled. He was near by...but oh she did not dare disturbe him. The smell of sleep and frustration carried to her nose along with his scent. She purred loudly. She would wait. She liked basking in the suns rays. She slowly, calmly, gracefully belly crawled into the shad of low bushes, and began to groom herself.
Toung over took her beautiful coat and made it smooth and silky. She would need to speak with him...with Because, yes, about the matters of the women and their needs.
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Post by nadayshana on Oct 10, 2007 17:55:08 GMT -6
 Samson walked around the land for a while on now. Ever since his foster paretns kind of...had a mishap...i guess you could say, he had been alone.....Again. What else was new. He sghed and padded across the field. His paws hitting the ground so lightly he couldnt be heard. He had been mopy. He needed someone to talk to. He was afraid to talk to anyone. Samson wasnt the handsomest lion around. He ated that. No one ever talked to him. He layed in the corner in the dark alone thinking about nothing. He sight sitting down looking up at the sky. He wondered what ever happened to Because and Kishkir. He just wished that he could see them again. Samson hadnt seen them in a long time. His tail swayed behind him. The air was breezing and the grass was soft. Samson needed something to do. Maybe a walk around the field some more would help. He stood up one foot at a time. Each hitting the ground with ease. Samson walked around and listened to everything around him. The wind blew through his mane and through his fur. the trees were tall and blowing through the air. Samson stopped looked up and watched the leaves slowly fall. Just some..not all of them. The sky was growing prettier. More of a pink and orange then blue. The clouds looked puffy and so comfortable. He sighed and walked to the Watering hole. He lapped the water slow and easy. It was more relaxation then for thirst. he layed at the edge of the water and looked at his reflection and sighed. Samson flicked his reflection and put his head on his paws. "What happened....."
Help the one in need
Samson
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Post by Valid on Oct 11, 2007 15:11:36 GMT -6
g Someone not liking someone else was nothing knew. Someone disliking someone else over such a thing as this… wasn’t unheard of. And, even if in his humbler of opinions he thought that such dislike was unwarranted, he was mighty flattered. Seemed he was in the affection of others? Never saw himself as overly handsome, not a smooth talker by many means and yet here he was causing such dislike? Or was he giving himself too much credit - yes, surely that was it. He wasn’t fine enough to be the source of all the ruckus, all the head ache and heart ache. Mhmm…still, he was forced into this pondering. Were there no men these days? Decent ones? Surely there was, my, my, there absolutely must be! Surely the ladies did not have to resort to the fraud which was himself, for love and adoration? No, there were others. Charming lot, truth-sayers and anger-soothers… men who minded their manners and bit their tongue and hid those dirty, dirty desires will gentlemanly way. Surely there was an authentic lot of brutes to be found? There is, can’t imagine otherwise. Still, seemed the buggers were a hard sort to find if he seemed in the intimate thoughts of others… Ewww, gawh! Mushy! The childish boy within him squealed and yelped of koodies while dashing away, dragging Causey-boy after him. And where did that boy drag this man?
e To his history, but to a different side that undoubtedly was not raved on about by Valid as much as it should. His life was a hard one back then and surely a bit more murderous for children… but still there was… good times, good times with Rana and good times with that other boy and the other boys. He was a mean son of a bitch but he was enjoyable now and again and when he was - those memories. He recalled going to the lake and sitting under the big ol’ tree. Of hearing Rana sing he tune and play in the water with her other sister… with his other sister. Pleasant memories started to surface and he relived those with utter ease. His breathing even and calming, soothed was the older beast ever well in this dark cave. Not that his heart didn’t tug and long. Where was Rana? Ever since Kishkir came back she was not to be found or scene. Though her scent remained flirting on the breeze he saw her little. But, considering everything and the truths he knew well… he figured he shouldn’t bother with it. He saw little in his days now, he spoke little, he did little. His members drifted apart yet together. Surprising, ever much, that they stayed. That they putted up with his old, senile ass that procrastinated so and disappeared so often. It really was commendable how they stayed so loyal… really… was…
g Time to rise… time to shine… they’re waiting, bud. A mind echoed ever so as it spoke such words. Words he really didn’t care for as his eyes remained closed and body just so relaxed. Comfortable as anything, he was, feeling the chill and just loving it so. Best sleep he would ever have, he knew it if he could just stay there but it was bugging him. Nipping him in the backside like a horsefly ever persistent. He smelled her perfume, and he sensed her cause. And the cause of others. Odd, it was, but on occasion one did indeed ‘feel’ a ‘sense’ that someone needed you. Needed you then and there and needed you mighty soon. That ‘feeling’ nipped atcha good and well and would eat ya to insanity if you didn’t finally give in and fold. Listen to such a thing and follow it’s commands. But oh my that prospect of heavenly sleep was so appealing! How it persuaded him and how that sensation of being needed managed to win he would never know as his eyes opened ever reluctantly. Peering into the dark cavern [for you see, though his back was to a pillar he still had, more or less, still to the entrance] he gazed into darkness and watch it take form. Such a form in the dark leered at him so and produced such a demonic presence. Intimidating it tried to be but the fool he saw, his imagination saw and tricked his eyes into making out in the depthless dark, simply did not know.
e “Tom-boy, I don’t scare.” He said with a gentle grin as his body heaved a breath. Large form rising and falling in one great sigh before the sound of movement echoed in the hideout. Claws scraping the rock as muscular physic stretched and pulled, rightening the creature with fatal ease he stretched as he walked. Feline structure elongated fully. His ribs gently protruding, healthily, through thatch of golden hide and a layer of handsome fat. Muscle flexing visibly, bludging in some places with strength and might. Chiseled beast was as fit as he always was, and though he lacked the heart to ask for a hunt from his lovelies he did have a knack for finding the corpses of the fallen, and remaining active despite hiatus was a specialty of his. But, nonetheless our man walked. Claws clicking on the harden ground as he neared the opening of the cave… a shadow finally emerging from the darkness and cast long and narrow. The evening light caused by a setting sun still flickering about as he exited what he had dubbed his bedroom for so long. Powerful jaws opening to a yawn, teeth shown in the light as the drowsy lion, who quickly lost the sleepiness, opened to the brilliantness of the fading day.
g It was no hard task, his finding of Kishkir. Her scent was lovely, and as intoxicating as always and making his way there was no hassle at all, or trouble, really. Coming across her in the brush, cleaning herself and primping so he bore a smile upon his lips, and a jolly expression in his eyes. Which, naturally was no surprise to the lady ever seductive, as those who said before he was happy as a goose whenever his darling lover, his mistress ever so was around. Like a kitten with his milk, a cat with his yarn. Rounded ears, attentive and keen heard her purring and replied with his own for a moment or two as he walked, coming near. Placing a lick to her back, following the curves of her bod, laying the fur flat as she had done. Brown eyes on her own, amused, flirty, smiling before he, after this pause, continued. Walking still he was, without a word, passing her so. Another scent invited him, and this scent was alone. Being alone was never great to have much of, and as he furthered a little farther, he soon came across the boy. “Oh, Pickles, what is wrong with you, my boy?” He bellowed, his rich, deep vocals ringing. Eyes flickering with life and playfulness as he dramatized so and he came nearer and nearer to the fully grown lion. Batting at the other’s tail in playful notion before plopping to a sit to the young man’s side. The young Samson knew full well that Kishkir and himself was not the real parents - and because of it and because of Because’s known of that he had never pressed for this ‘Father’ and ‘Son’ use. Uncle Because suited him, or Causey, or ALMIGHTY SUPREME RULER OF THE WORLD BECAUSE #1 worked. Or simply Because. But! Nonetheless such didn’t mean the boy wasn’t family… he was just as much, after all with a name of ‘Pickles’ [lovingly bestowed] how could he not be? He couldn’t, see. [Cause is like - DUH! xD] [/color] e| TAKE MY HAND & COME | [/font] gdance with me[/center] |
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Post by kishkir on Oct 12, 2007 8:07:30 GMT -6
Awww, yes was the day as lovely as it seemed. The once pure blue sky was now painted with hues of orange, pink, and even gold. She smiled. The long day was ending and the now enveloping darkness welcomed the cat like a long lost friend. For you see, in the darkness one could speculate. One could be in a room full of people and be completely alone, and able to think in the dark. Yes, she like to speculate. She liked to think. Sometimes thinking got her into trouble...okay it got her into trouble ALOT! When she was younger she would think, and think, and OVER think of things. Sometimes she would even day dream. This was not fit for her, no. The rumble in her throat known as a purr kept going. She was still grooming. Her pink toung passing again, and again, and again over and over her coat. Because's smell sustained her. She smiled. She cared very deeply for him. She would do anything for him.
Seductive? Was she truly? Did he really believe so? She pondered this abit. Hmmm...how was she to take this? Interesting is what this was? Yes. She had never thought of herself, seductive...a siren calling to the men of their ships...singing to them...making them swim to their deaths. She certainly did not want that for her Because...because, Because ment much to her. She smiled and looked up. Where had Hitomi run off to? She had not seen her daughter in a long while. The kitten however could take care of herself. The mother need not worry. She smiled in thought of her daughter. The girl was coming into her own and was worth much.
Her thoughts were invaded by another smell. Another male...one that was farmiliar. It was Samson. The boy was growing...and becoming a handsome male. A lick upon her back made her come from her stupor of thought and look up into the eyes of her handsome companion. She had wondered how she could not have heard him coming...but then again she had been deep in her thought and was completely oblivious to all around her. She purred louder and watched as he did not seem to stop. She stood, and stretched. She stretched only in the way that a cat could, who had become truly comfortable. She watched as Because paused for only a moment...then he kept moving. She slowly walked behind him. Her eyes ever vigulant and watching. She watched as Because started speak to Samson. And then as he began swatting at his tail with one of his rather large paws. She slunk low to the ground. The now deadening grass tickling her belly and lick the sides of her rib cage. She slid ever closer and then pounced. She she did so she landed on him and playfully so, bit him. She then licked his cheek and got up. "Hello Samson. It has been a while, has it not?" She asked.
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Post by nadayshana on Oct 12, 2007 13:20:54 GMT -6
Samson sighed and looked into the sky. He heard a voice and rolled over with no effort. He just thought it would be someone that wanted to fool around and make fun of him as usual. But when Samson rolled over, he saw Because. then out of no where, Kishkir was there. He smiled and sat up. "Hey!...its been tooo long....really really too long." Samson smiled. He then looked into the sky and sighed. He looked back down and gaev a half smile. "So how have you guys been anyways." He smiled. He stood taller and bolder then what he was last time when he had saw them. He smiled as his mane swayed through the wind.
Samson looked back at his foster parents and looked at them. He saw that they looked happy again. that made him happy. To know that they were together, it made him warm and cozey. Too bad there was no one for him. His tail curled around his paw. Samson lifted his paw and crossed it over the other one. His tail wrapped around his body and he placed his paw back. Samsons fur was lighter in some spots. In others, he looked camofloged. His fur was like a darkish brown in others. Samsons mane was a tan and dark brown at the tips. it made him look more intimateding. But still not cute enough for someone to love him.
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Post by Valid on Oct 12, 2007 20:03:23 GMT -6
Another soul he had failed to see, one among the lost, long list of beloved names etched in his memory. Where art thou Princess? Of darling descent and of proper raising, destined to become a huntress all mighty and graceful? He pondered her, as he had pondered Samson, as he had pondered Rana, and Symia, and Dancer. He pondered her alongside others… but rested assured in the same was his beloved did. His angel, heavenly and celestial, believed her daughter could cope on her own. Because held faith that the child could, and if she could not she would raise her voice to the offender of her origins. Of how she came from the place of human craft, of how she had come from the shadows of rock structures and, as she evoked such memories of this pride that had lasted so many years, undoubtedly there would be hesitation and pause. The Yaizux, in all its days of creations and prolonged living had never went to war, but had always remained compact and strong. Strong despite there was only one male, strong despite the comings and goings of others. The harming of the Princess would not go unquestioned, without retribution… Assault on the Princess, Assault on the Sister, Assault on the Son, Assault on the Endurable was unthinkable… and though Because was not known for violence or malevolence… he very well could be when spurred into action.
Yet! My dearest dears our man remained relax and fluent. His stride unbroken, his casualness unhindered. Such nasty thoughts were not flirting with him as he encountered Kishkir, passed her, but soon had found, with utmost pleasure, that she had followed. A large grin on his lips, broad and toothy, a purr the same as someone strumming a few notes of the deep guitar. Content he was feeling, at peace. Among his family, among others, the social beast rejoiced as he rolled over so. Laying on his back somewhat so as his eyes of brown peered at the young boy who stood with the pride and boldness that only lions could ever have. “Oh, my dearest me, my beautiful angel, look at this! His mane is growing in strong and thick, a mighty beast he shall be!” The older cooed to the younger, a wink showing good fun and good jest, and good pride that the youth was growing into such a fine young thing. Less worried, less timid then as a child… it seemed that the Princess and the Angel had shaken such from little Pickles. Look at him stick out that chest, and hold that spine straight! a chuckle escaped him, a fine laugh, friendly and loud. Tickled was he at the transformation of boy to young man!
And yet the young man seemed troubled beneath the surface, pristine and well kept was the boy, minding his dues and q’s, but he could not hide from someone who had knew him as a wee lad. Distressed, was the other, and however much he tried to mask it by flicking the conversation on him and his madam, it was ever apparent ever so… especially so after such eyes, so keen and looking, but friendly and holding pause, peered into the others. What is wrong, Pickles, what is wrong? “We are as we always are, unless I am foolish for speaking for us both…” He said in such a round about way, a sign that he was in good cheer and good company, enough so for him to plan his words and toy with them ever lovingly, to provide to his audience a more captivating sound that made them think. “But the questions is, Pickles, how are you? Your soul drags, your spirit’s caged! You hide it as any man worth his weight does but… my dearest Pickles, though I am not thy father, thy can not hide from he who has watched over you so - even if he was watched from a x’panse.” He lowered his tone so much, became so much more serious his voice was ever grave and his eyes expressed the drama. Such made him humorous, but such also ma him sober, very much, towards what ever was troubling the young’in.] [/color] e| TAKE MY HAND & COME | [/font] gdance with me[/center] |
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Post by kishkir on Oct 13, 2007 16:40:50 GMT -6
((I'm bringing in Hitomi...I haven't used her in a while...so nows a good time.))  She felt bad. She had been away from her mother for long enough, for girl reasons. She had been coming into her own. She had been busy becoming a woman...and proper young lady. The scent of her mother was laid thick long the tall, once green, now dying grass. A small, insignificant sigh escaped from her black lips. Hitomi stopped and sat down, licking the blood from her claws. Her mother had spent much time on her. Making her a powerful killer. She licked the blood from her maw and then stood and kept walking. Because's scent soon hit her nose...and...Samson? His scent had changed, and him indeed as well. Samson had turn into a grown male. She smiled. She had to admit...she hadn't seen him in a long time. Hitomi slowly, calmly ((Despite her pounding heart)) made her way up over the hill towards the three of the others...her family. She walked calmly over to where the other three were staying. Her head was held high in only the way a lady should hold herself. The grass parted and she stopped near her mother. Kishkir laid near the two men. Listening to them and how they speak. A smile came to her face. She watched them speak about business. Samson had become a fine young man. She could however scent distress in his smell. She wondered what troubled him so...She was about to tell him that they had been around when the smell of jasmine and honey reached her nose. It was Hitomi. She turned to see her daughter carefully...daintily make her way towards the three. She smiled and gave a sigh of relief. Her daughter was safe. She sat up and greeted her daughter with a purr and a lick on the cheek. "Welcome." She said. Hitomi smiled and licked her mother's cheek back. ((GAA Meh sorryeh crapeth post.)) |
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Post by Valid on Oct 17, 2007 18:33:10 GMT -6
=] I am waiting for Sammy boy, so ya knows. <3
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Post by nadayshana on Oct 18, 2007 8:39:45 GMT -6
((sorry!!!!! lol ))
Samson looked at Because. He silently sighed and looked down. He was going to explain when he saw Hitomi. He sat up and smiled at her. 'Saved by the bell' He thought. How exactly was he going to tell Because and Kishkir why he was upset. He smiled, but that was tough for him. Knowing Hitomi was safe, made him feel better, but his life wass still...all messed up. He had no clue who his real family was. Seeing Kishkir, Because, and Hitomi together again...made him feel...a little worse. But he made sure that they couldnt tell why he was upset.
His tail swayed happily behind him.He still needed to act the part of Happiness. Even though Kishkir always knew when anyone was upset. Samson stared and smiled at Hitomi. He didnt say anything. He was afriad nothing would come out but grief. He just looked at Because, Kishkir, and Hitomi. The wind wipped around but it was still smooth.
((sorry...not that great!!!! again..Sorry!))
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Post by Valid on Oct 19, 2007 15:21:49 GMT -6
Aww, now why was he left out? Looking from Kishkir to Samson he pondered, perhaps, that there was something that he didn’t know, that others did. But, secrets were secrets for a reason, he supposed, and if it didn’t concern him then he shouldn’t pry… but… curiosity, be dearest, curiosity! It ran rapid in his veins as he peered at the players at the table and wondered and pondered and mulled over in the privacy of his mind the connection that was undoubtedly there, all the while knowing full well he ought to have shame for this invalid suspicion of his folk. He wondered, as he saw the information given, what was wrong with Samson. He pondered now and saw few reasons. The boy was getting on in age, becoming older and bolder. That was good, that was fabulous but with that should come confidence and adventurous tendencies, risky the other should be - not sad. Acting like his pet pig had died was getting Because in a hissy fit. He simply couldn’t offer up any sort of explanation why the other would be so sad! So sad as to take any opportunity given to avoid the question, [you see Because had avoided questions a bit much in his life and knew when others were dodging them as well. He might not have the ability to tell what was wrong like Kishy-baby but he could tell when someone didn’t want to talk. ;3] there musta be something mucho wrongo and there… simply was nothing in the young souls life to warrant such mucho wrongo!
The darling Princess arrived soon enough and the old boy perked a ouch at that. Ears swiveling and smile bouncing back he rose from his flopped position to flutter a bit closer to the Princess. Butting a thigh with a big head he spoke his greeting without words before returning to a sprawled out pose, sav closer to Kishkir. Enough so he did so that he leaned against her partially, at her feet was he as he eyes Samson and wondered his issue. My dear Pickles, your family now, speak greeting to your kin! And no ‘speaking’ would simply do, there was more to it, you see! Family didn’t just say ‘howday’ they gave hugs and presents and ‘omgawh, girl, how YOU been!’ and the rest. So why wasn’t Sammie boy hauling his young butt over here and breaking in to give his hello? Because pondered but came to few, if any, conclusion… and so instead he let his head fall onto his lover’s front paws and simply stay there while he offered up time to the capsule for him to think a bit more, and a bit deeper while he was at it. Until finally he spoke, annoyed somewhat that he could not figure it out, “Pickles, my darling boy, you were saying something before our princess arrived, care to continue?” Because knew he cared not to continue but it mattered little now. Must know, or so was the message in Because’s mind, whether it be any of his business or otherwise.
Out of Juice; Nah worries. <3 Glad ya back! =] [/color] e| TAKE MY HAND & COME | [/font] gdance with me[/center] |
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Post by kishkir on Oct 21, 2007 17:11:17 GMT -6
Her golden eyes looked at every curve that made up every fiber of his being. He had grown into a fine young man...and he was still growing. His full mane of hair had come in. A smile played upon her lips. This was really the first time that the young Princess or so her adoptive father called her...better known as Hitomi, had truly noticed Samson. She turned away and blushed slightly, hoping he would not have seen her. She cleared her throat ever so slightly and watched the others with true joy and intent.
Hitomi watched as Because moved away from Samson and towards her mother. It was good to see that Because made her happy. He had openly accepted her as well. She was the daughter of another man...but Because still accepted her. 'Dear brother, where have you gone to? Can our souls not call to each other?' She thought. She always wondered what had happened to her dear departed brother. She would do anything to see him again. She turned her mind back to the others once again and smiled.
Kishkir felt happy...content, and at ease. If something was indeed wrong with Samson she would not pry. He would say what he needed to say in his own due time...he would say it when he was ready. She watched as Because stalked towards her and fell at her feet, leaning, ever so gently into her. She smiled and placed her left paw up over his stomach. She then began grooming him.
A small disatisfied smile walked to her lips. "Samson...please do not discourage your self. We are here for you. He will tell us, when and if he wants to." She said directing her last sentance at Because. She also like her daughter cleared her throat. She smiled to Because and laid a thick kiss along his jaw.
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Post by nadayshana on Oct 22, 2007 13:39:48 GMT -6
Samson looked at Hitomi as she looked at her parents. He smiled then it slowly faded as Because started to talk. he kenw it was to good to be true. "Oh....that...." He sighed and turned his head away from them. "I...Im not like the others....." He looked at the sky and sighed. "Not at all...." He didnt know how else to explain it. He didnt fit in at all. He was skinny, and not at all strong as any of them. He could lose any fight against anyone. Probably his own sister.....well Hitomi. Samson also knew that Hitomi had a better life then he had. He had been alone for a while...the with this great family...then alone.. Thats when he found out the truth about life. His life had been rough and tough. He had always been the one...the losr...the geek...that always got picked on. Now copming back to reality, his life is going to change...a lot. He looked back at Because, Kishkir and Hitomi. He knew they were going to say thats not true. But....his life was totally different from thiers.
Samson looked about. He didnt know what to say. "My life.....is a lot different from yours..." He looked back up at the sky. He needed help. Or someone to love him...Love him like...like Kishkir and Because. He knew..no one loved him like that. He looked at Hitomi and gave a little smile. But yet again....fake.. |
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Post by Valid on Oct 23, 2007 15:24:13 GMT -6
“Ah, but darling something is the matter with him! The fledging acts as if his wings are gone, now, love…” He contested her judgment, even if it was right and he had no point to argue. He knew he was beat, he knew he shouldn’t pry but what he said fell true. Something was the matter with pickles, and mighty him said that that was the basis for a nosy person. A nosy person who really meant no harm, nor had any evil, malicious intent but he simply couldn’t stand himself if he did not know, or figure out, what was ever the matter with the cutsie lil’ boy who chatted none! You see it was hard for him to place his patience now that he knew something was amiss, so distinctly so, so distinctly so. He could no settle with a ‘He’ll let us know when he’s ready’, no, no, no! He had to know! It would eat him alive! Really it would! Or maybe he wouldn’t, maybe he just needed something else to mull over enough so for the boy to scramble out of the man’s crosshairs. Maybe. Or maybe naht.
Nonetheless as the grooming started a loud purr did too. Warm and lovely was the sound, distinctly more friendly then with others he relaxed even more so [to those who thought it was impossible for the man to be even more relaxed, it was not] and continued the sound with fervor. Even during his words, he spoke with a purr, curling his letters as she cleaned him so. The feeling absolutely wonderful, and much longed for. Yes, seemed a thing he forgot to do - clean himself, brush up a bit and become a touch neater and more self-respecting. But! He used the line that he was too busy to groom, saying there were more important things, believe it or not, in his life then preening. More important things that requested his time first, you see. Mhmm, nonetheless the man would raise the white flag and pleaded defeat as what he had to say was said and he was given a kiss. A smile curling onto his black lips as a tail thumped a lovely, rhythmic beat. The kiss returned with a gentle nibble on her ear, and a rubbing of his head against her neck, affection displayed with true ease. “He will be fine, you think?” Was a whisper he gave her, low and faint, meant only for her ears were his words as he relaxed once more. Laying again as he peered upwards at her. Eyes on her own, curious to know her answer. He would put faith in her judgment. If she though Samson will fair well… then he would not pry… or, as it was, do his very best not to.
And yet! The boy burst forward with information of his own will and with that Because gobbled it up with glee. His smile unfading, his purr still present as his eyes closed and he lounged only as a content beast could. Sprawled out, stretched to full length and full mass he grinned like the Cheshire Cat, speaking with a full array of teeth gleaming, “Oh, Pickles. Your life is different from ours, or at least mine, and for that I am thankful.” Roundabout was Because being, though he was coming to know the gist of it. Still… the opposing male needed to learn his words and mind his manner, his voice. Talking was the best way to get out of a fight without running away, without backing down… Best way to get out with pride and ego intact while a mind hissing ‘close on’. But! Nonetheless, nonetheless, no need to get nick picky… right? Right. [/color] e| TAKE MY HAND & COME | [/font] gdance with me[/center] |
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Post by kishkir on Oct 27, 2007 16:08:24 GMT -6
((Sorry all...just no muse latley...I'll be back on...plus I just got a promo at work and am working around the clock like a crazy mad person. I don't know how much I will be on during forth quarter, probably not alot.))
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