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Post by Valid on Jun 10, 2007 11:29:03 GMT -6
Because
Lay me in my [/size] C O F F I N[/size] and burry me[/size] A L I V E_______________________________________________[/center] He didn’t want to talk about how he felt. He hated talking about how he felt. It was odd, uncomfortable, unnatural. To talk about how he was feeling and why so. He didn’t want to but… There was always this but factor with him. This pause, this hesitation, this last minute ‘what if’. He couldn’t help it, it was just him. He… was worried about doing the wrong thing even if, really, that was what his life was… more or less about. Mistakes. Wrongs. When they said history would repeat, they where definitely not lying…
He felt like shit. To put everything and anything into the little capsule of one sentence that would describe him, then, well maybe that was it. He was sad, he was slightly angry, he was sore, he was tired, he was miserable, he was anxious, he was nervous, he was worried, he was fearful, and yet expecting. Kishkir was gone, yes, she was, and there was nothing he could do about it now. Her words were fresh in his memory, how they where so vicious said. She hoped the pride, his pride, the one she was in for the past months would cease in living. He tried, he tried, he tried... and sometimes love simply isn't enough to get one through things. But, there was also Anhay... she would die one day or another and he was so worried of it. Even if he expected it he could not hide sadness and misery about it. He... didn't want her to go, too.
Worn paws with fresh wounds now skimmed the rocky surface. A small patch of blood staining the gray surface as he walked, blood trickling from the wound that came to be after a thorn was pulled from his pad. He pondered many a days his bad luck and the good luck of others... it seemed he always got hurt, nay? First it was the hyena attack at the Jungle which had wounded his lower half, and then that damn warthog which had butchered his thigh, and then a thorn, which now caused such bleeding. But, he supposed the more he bled and the more he got hurt... the more his body was exposed to possible illness and the better it would become to fend it off, perhaps? It seemed reasonable considering for most of his life he managed to bleed once a week and during that life he was rarely overcome by illness. True, a cold now and again and perhaps a bit of fatigue but not anything really crippling, usually something that would just make him dismal for a few days, a week at most...
He continued onward without hindrance. Bleeding was nothing new, be it internal or external. Wounds where common enough and pain was a sign that you where living. Pain was a friend, a... hmm... he didn't like pain. And even back then he could not, like his fellows, grow to have an addiction to it. He didn't like pain, it hurt, and when it got to be too much one just didn't want to feel the hurt anymore... one... would do whatever to just not feel the hurt anymore. Back then that was how it worked. You tortured someone, you hurt them, you caused them so much pain until they where at the breaking point. And then you tell them something, for example, if you kill your family we won’t hurt you anymore. On the brink of insanity they would be, with body tattered and torn and bleeding. Coursing with pain of many days or many weeks they would do as told… And then be left to regret it the rest of their meager, pathetic, unhappy life. And to those who think their will unbreakable, let him speak that they had never felt the continuous pain of true torture.
Acute ears heard the sound of droplets. Of water that soaked through the rock and came into the cave, that stuck to the ceiling until they slipped down the hanging daggers [Stalactites on the ceiling. =P] and ultimately fell to the ground. Wearing away the rock below with the constant, rhythmic dripping that could either lull one to peace or drive them insane. And which suited him, one might wonder out of sheer boredom? The answer was illusive for he paid little mind to the music of the world as he searched inwardly. Replaying events as he reminisced... from there he hoped to find answers... ones that would tell him what he truly desires and what he wanted to do. He... simply didn't know anymore. Purpose of himself and purpose for doing things now escaped him.
Tail no longer moved, no longer rocked to it's vibrant beat. Fur tip no longer dancing in the air as it wandered to and from like the pendulum in the Great Father Clocks. Everything was off about him. How he walked, how he moved, how tail no longer twitched, how his eyes no longer danced, how he frowned so solemnly now. A clown should never frown, and he should never be sad and yet he was. The humorous creature so old, so kind from before had been dragged under the waves of misery. He was sad and he could find no reason or way to be happy. There was no reason to be happy, to smile, to be joyful, to be content. He hadn't smiled, smiled in such a way that it touched his sad, sad, eyes in ages, and from it he was gaining quite the record. Why break it now?
He soon found himself deep within. Hearing the water trickle from a small stream that flowed downhill. Only meager shreds of light coming from the cracks that erosion allowed. Beams of sunlight breaking the depressing darkness though doing nothing to illuminate the large, strong figure of the lion. The lion who's health was debatable but who's stomach was full. If only because the prying eyes of others made him chew each piece of flesh while his stomach turned with disgust. He hadn’t felt like eating. But... he felt so weary as he lowered himself to the ground. Careful about his hinds and his feet the creature places his back to the walls. The darkness, the dampness, the coldness of the place kissing his lids to sleep. Brown eyes no longer reflecting the meager amounts of light as he took in the darkness and simply relaxed. Allowed tense muscles that had been tense for so long gently ease as he felt himself simply let go and be embraced in sleep’s loving arms. How he wished he could have this land, how he wished so dearly but he would never, it seem, have enough willing members. But, no matter he could come here whenever. Even if another pride moved in he would come... He challenged them to stop him, this place was one of the few he could sleep with comfort. _________________________________________________________ |
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Post by charli2008 on Jun 10, 2007 13:17:46 GMT -6
Accilia She walked through this lush place with low spirits. Why did everything go wrong for her? She was so bad at it. That one thing. Meeting people and acting right around them. It was the one thing that made her feel truly sad, upset and angry. Why? Oh why? Why was she so bad at talking with people? And another thing. Why had she not have a pride? That annoyed her alot. Everyone-well most people she knew had their own pride. And she was the one without one. It made her very angry. Al she had to do was ask a leader to join. But she couldn't pluck up the courage to do it. That was one reason. She was shy. Around males mainly. Great. Large paws hit against something. Looking down she saw it was a unseen rock. Lifting her foot daintily she stepped over it. That was one thing she didn't like around here. The rocks and logs that lay hidden, waiting to pull somebody to a halt. And that someone was usually her nowadays. Always thinking and not paying attention to anybody. She came to a series of caves. She smelt the air. There was somebody in the nearest one. And-surprise surprise- it was a male. A high ranking one at that. Probably a leader. to wanting to upset him in any way she sat outside and tried to take her mind of prides. |
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Post by brook on Jun 10, 2007 13:36:30 GMT -6
 Malasha padded through the grass, her big paws making a soft thudding sound as they were set in front of one another. Yeah her life was a mess and she knew it. She wandered the territories, looking for someone to be that special one, but that didn't happen. If it did she still wouldn't be wandering alone. She sniffed the air and picked up the scent of a female and a far off male.Malasha rolled her eyes and set off once more, trying to step lighter so they would not hear her.She elegantly jumped over a log, her paws taking her to a place unknown. She sniffed the air once more, the scent of the male getting closer. She soon step on something sharp and looked underneath her paw, it was a rock. She then looked at her paw and sat down. She began to lick her bleeding pad before setting off again. She soon came to a series of caves. She began to walk even softer, knowing the caves would echo her thudding and tell whoever was in the caves that she was there.Malasha sniffed the air once more, the male's scent very strong now. She looked around and sniffed toward on of the caves bingo She thought as she slowly padded into the cave. She looked around and soon spotted the male. She smirked and slowly walked closer. When she was close enough she realized that he was by a small stream, and well she was very thirsty. Malasha slowly but surly padded over to the stream and crouched down, her pink tongue lapping up to icy cold water. Her gaze turned to the male before she went back to drinking the cool water |
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Post by Valid on Jun 10, 2007 14:01:29 GMT -6
Because
Lay me in my [/size] C O F F I N[/size] and burry me[/size] A L I V E_______________________________________________[/center] Upset him? He always already upset and it was doubtful she could do anything to ‘upset’ him. You see, that was the thing. People he didn’t know didn’t upset them. He didn’t know them, they meant little to him. That was fine if they didn’t like him, they didn’t know him. What unsettled him was when the people who did did such. They knew him, and yet they still…
Oh, what did it matter anyway? What was done was done, right? And it was just her opinion. But, that was it, wasn’t it? It was her opinion, an opinion that mattered so greatly to him. And every time he thought of her, for it was hard not to for obvious reasons, as memory drew her face and ears that had always been attentive to hear her speak placed the words of cruelty in her mouth. Why had she said those things? They where painful, and though on any other occasion they would bounce off, for an angry person always said such things, the fact she said them cut to the bone, to the heart of things. Why did she say that? Saying she didn’t want him around was enough, why did she have to add to it?
His whiskers twitched, the corners of his lips fallowing suit as a damp, black nose wiggled to the smell of others. Which instantly sparked why they could not just leave him alone… Nonetheless with their scent gently brought in by a cool breeze it did not take long for him to understand they were females. Another stab in his flesh as remained still, remained calm, and remained at his lay. A small pool of blood coming to be as his paw refused to clot, one that remained unnoticed by him as his brow wrinkled. Hearing the gentle, graceful steps of a lady as she entered the realm of the cave. It did not take much to see, in his mind’s eye, the gal being engulfed in darkness… but it did take quite a sum for him to understand why she was coming nearer. Most preferred to stay away from a male who kept himself alone in the dark and private area that was the Shimo caves… surely she knew it wasn’t safe for her…?
Why did he care if she was safe or not? He shouldn’t, hadn’t he learned his lesson yet? Ponder some really but he guessed old dogs couldn’t learn knew tricks. Once one was too down one path they couldn’t turn around and go back, or at least he couldn’t. Hmm… “My lady it is not wise to enter my space unaccompanied.” He whispered quietly, his voice low and rumbling but hardly in a threatening manner. He was more like pointing things out, as his lids openly only have so. Brown eyes moving to where the other female would come from, if she decided to enter. All the while he did not move, his head was still on the ground and he was still laying. Rounded ears listening to the drip of water and the movements of the other. “I could be anyone.” _________________________________________________________ |
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Post by brook on Jun 10, 2007 14:23:57 GMT -6
I realize you could be anyone, but I seem to run into everyone, big or small, so I am not frightened over you She said, looking at him. Her words were true. She had been in to many fights, she would probably break down if she wasn't as tough as she was.She lapped up more of the water before sitting up and looking at the dark figure of the huge male. If she was scared of any male she would be a coward. Sure there bigger but females were just as powerful, maybe not with fighting, but with words. Malasha smiled and lie down, she could see his eyes looking at her and then her eyes met his I'm not scared of you She said, then lie her head down on her paws. She was having an off day today and had had the last straw, if this male made her angry she was going to burst, and Malasha had scared off her own sister cause she blew up about how much she hated her mate. She sighed as she remembered her quiet, sweet sister. But then all the sudden she had cracked and began to yell at her. Malasha shook her head, trying to forget the thought that she was alone.This male was the first she had talked t o since her sister. Yes she had got into some fights but not just talking. This male was not going to chase her off that easy. She tried to think of something to say, and soon figured out what to say. I'm Malasha, and may I ask what your name is? She asked. Yes it was simple but it was something. She didn't like silence. She was living in it for some time now and she was sick of it. She looked at the male once more with her yellow eyes, then began to groom her paws and face. When she was finished she began to groom her hind-leg, it sticking straight out as she licked its base.
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Post by Valid on Jun 11, 2007 17:41:09 GMT -6
Because
Lay me in my [/size] C O F F I N[/size] and burry me[/size] A L I V E_______________________________________________[/center] He brandished for her a simple look. One that had his brows rising only a touch as his eyes wandered back to hers. Unflinching where they as she spoke of her fearlessness. Something he condemned as foolish but, considering the circumstances it really didn’t matter. He would hurt her, he had no reason to, nor any will to. Not that he couldn’t help but wish she showed a bit more caution. He meant his words. He could be anyone and anyone could hurt her. She didn’t need to be afraid of hurt but surely she could just… be wary of it? He heaved for her only a breath. Recognizing within moments that she was none of his business, what she did was none of his business, how she acted none of his business.
He closed his eyes again. Shutting out the small amount of light that allowed him to diminish her from the dark. He closed his eyes now, wondering how it would feel if this time, this time was the last. He doubted it would feel any different, really. Closing one’s eyes never to open them again… I'm Malasha, and may I ask what your name is? The tune played on the cold air, one that he listened to though he showed nothing that would say such. He debated answering her wrongly, telling her his name was misery and see, simply, if should care to believe it. He doubted she would contend, for some reason or another, but, all the same… “They call me Because.” he replied evenly, truthfully, opening his eyes only a squint to view her, before allowing them to close again.
Silence passed, one that lacked hostility but silence was, indeed, silence. Dead in ever sense, cutting in ever sense but what could he say? He had come here because he thought no one else would. And yet, here they come two females to come to the silence as well. They hadn't come to meet him, this he was sure but, still their sheer presence... “Your with the girl liotering outside, aren't you?” He asked, shifting. Moving only a touch as he became more comfortable, his back to the girl and the water he faced the pathway that would lead deeper into the cave. Deeper, darker, and less the chance for anyone else to come. _________________________________________________________ |
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Post by kishkir on Jul 30, 2007 21:56:02 GMT -6
((Awww! He misses her!))
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Post by Vox on Jul 30, 2007 21:58:34 GMT -6
You should read, Murder. I nearly died when I saw how long that was xD It's a good thread.
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