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Post by Vox on Sept 4, 2007 20:14:58 GMT -6
SYMiA the SERENE
If I told you my intentions, would you stick around? Would you continue to be at my side if I were to divulge the meaning behind my motions? I look evil in the eye, I fear not what lurks in the shadows. But when you look at me like that, and tell me it's over...I fall to pieces. The loss...Is too great. The feeling of being forgotten, left in the dark is the part that frightens me. I sob for you to stay, I stammer and try to explain...But you just walk away. What am I to do? Nothing...It's so much easier, you see.
+ The silence pressed on her tan ears, nearly oppressive. Serenity was not exactly the word Symia would have chosen, it was...Almost spooky. Every noise seemed muffled, covered up. The tall ruins that surrounded her little perch cast shadows, domineering and sinister. Twilight made her skin crawl, but she always kept her cool and she was not about to lose it over the loss of light. The moss covered rocks were, admittedly, a little odd but they kept her safe. Her greatest enemy had created them, but she had grudgingly accepted that they were the main reason she was alive and well. " Humans...They take everything and leave nothing for us. They even had the audacity to ruin a perfect stretch of jungle for their little games. And then what? They got bored, as usual, and they left. But the lions stayed, we always stay. " +
+ It was getting a little late, but Symia stayed where she was. Muscular and attractive form stretched across the rocks, still warm from the suns rays, the lioness was content here. Thinking that she would spend the night in this way, she moved her thoughts over to the Pride. Because and Kishkir were 'together'. It made Symia smile, the way the two greeted each other. Although she did not entirely approve of Kishkir, she would not interfere. In her opinion, the lioness was not very strong and too manipulative. Symia would have never left Because in the first place, just because she had been on the 'back-burner'. Probably been upset, but she would have talked to him about it. That was because she was that sort of calm lioness though. And the whole situation with Hitomi...Was just sad. +
+ How could Kishkir allow Kgosi to carry off Kuwat? How could she let him mate her in the first place. Rolling her eyes lazily, Symia drew her attention away from the odd couples business. " You'll end up like Dancer, bitter and injured. She's a courtesan now, right? Strange...She was such a sweet girl back in the days of Because the Depressed Barfly. Ah well... " To be completely frank, Symia could care less what happened with the whole 'Because, Kishkir, Dancer triangle'. As long as she didn't get hurt, or involved, that was good with her. The sun set slowly, and the strong lionesses mind turned lazily to her own life. It was not...Exactly what she wanted it to be. When she was younger, much younger, she had imagined that by four or five years old she would already have cubs, maybe two or three litters of them. +
+ But her perfect man had not come along, not that she had been looking all that carefully. She had half-expected to have her Prince Charming come up and confess deepest affection for her, and yet now she realized she was too old too believe such nonsense. Aging...Symia was not really afraid of it, she was a down-to-earth woman and she didn't need her appearance. But other might judge her for it, and that's what she hated. Humans judged, and they were on her blacklist. Men judged, and she supposed that was why she had not bothered to look for one. Her heat had gone uneventfully, apart from the fact that she had acted very strangely. Now she wondered though...Why had she not looked for a companion for so long? +
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Post by apples on Oct 3, 2007 19:03:20 GMT -6
Kumar He loved twilight. It was quiet, peaceful, almost dreamlike. A surreal moment between day and night, where the world seemed to hold its breath. In anticipation, perhaps; he had never quite figured out why it was like this, and he probably never would, but it didn’t matter. It was a nice evening. The unmoving air was still warm from the hot day, though the last rays of sun were disappearing, slipping out of sight beyond the horizon.
Kumar walked silently among the shadowy ruins. So here he was. It was nice here, he decided. Slightly strange, and the ruins were a bit eerie, but nice. Not many lions were around, though. Was it a big pride, the pride that ruled these lands? He doubted it. Or perhaps all the lions were very good hiders.
Not this one, though. There was a lioness ahead of him, resting on the mossy rocks of the ruins. She was a light tan lioness who stood out brightly in the semi-darkness, surrounded by grey stones and green grass and moss. Kumar realized she was the lioness who had spoken of the angry queen. He smiled; she seemed witty, and kind. Welcoming, at least compared to Kishkir.
Kumar walked over to her. A bit of company this evening would be nice. “Hi there,” he said as he got closer. “May I join you?”
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Post by Vox on Oct 16, 2007 17:50:13 GMT -6
' If I told you my intentions, would you stick around? Would you continue to be at my side if I were to divulge the meaning behind my motions? I look evil in the eye, I fear not what lurks in the shadows. But when you look at me like that, and tell me it's over...I fall to pieces. The loss...Is too great. The feeling of being forgotten, left in the dark is the part that frightens me. I sob for you to stay, I stammer and try to explain...But you just walk away. What am I to do? Nothing...It's so much easier, you see. '
+ Ahhh...What have we here? Company? Well, it wasn't unexpected, or unpleasant. But Symia was rather disappointed that her peaceful moment had ended. Peace...If you could really call her nerve wracking private pschology session 'peaceful'. But, she supposed she must be grateful for some form of interuption, she would be getting anti-social without interaction, and that was certainly something that was not two faced. Who knew, maybe she was already considered 'anti-social'. She hoped not. Not when such a handsome young man had come to say hello to a lioness who, despite her rather depressing thoughts of getting old, was in her prime. +
+ " Perhaps a little on the runty side, this one...But, other than Because I haven't seen a man in years...I should stop being so picky. He may not even be an available canditate. Maybe he's already taken...But look at the way I talk. As if men are prizes to be won by fair contest. " The male padded forward. And he spoke. She didn't see that there was any reply, at least not to her tired mind, and so she simply nodded and rested her light head on her large paws, eyeing the last rays of the sun. Her dark gold eyes reflected the ominious silence, blank and filled with loneliness. It was, perhaps, tactless to say nothing to the possible answer to her prayers. Or, it was sensible. +
+ Why get her hopes up over just another male? It would just lead to more hurt, more pain...But she was speaking as if she had actually experienced it, wasn't she? I mean, come on! She had never been in love, never felt the thrills of expectations of the dump of disappointment...Well, disappointment and expectation had knawed at her as she saw Because down in the dumps and then over the moon. Confusion plagued her body language and her expression. Should she speak to him? Or should she ignore him like every other one that had passed under her once petulant and particular nose. +
+ Nerves began to pick at her already crawling skin and she shifted her bulk slowly, so that her sturdy neck and pretty face gazed down at him. Moonlight encircled her smooth features and she smiled a little, cocking her head in interest at the brazen guy below. "I'm Symia. I didn't catch your name, back then with Kishkir and the other lioness." It was polite enough, and her suave, feminine tones of honey dripping on metal was as crisp and cold as anyone could hope for. It was the hope that kept her going, really. Hope, faith, and the love she had for the future which she had never made possible. +
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Post by apples on Oct 28, 2007 15:59:34 GMT -6
The silence – if you could call it that - had stretched out for a moment too long. It wasn’t truly silent: there are always crickets chirping, birds singing, branches rustling or wind blowing out in the wild. Still, this lioness had hesitated. Perhaps she didn’t want his company and he should just leave. This was her land, after all. But he was lonely and wanted some company; Kumar had spent too many nights alone lately. So he was pleased when she answered him.
Symia. A pretty name, he supposed, though he knew little about what makes a name pretty. But with a lioness … well, Kumar could easily identify a pretty lady. And this lioness was attractive, sitting here in the soft moonlight. She looked poised, dignified, cool. She was, in fact, quite intimidating with her dark eyes and chilly voice.
But he had noticed her fumble; he had caught the split second where she had paused, looking confused. She had faltered. Showing weakness to a stranger was a mistake, but Kumar was hardly about to take advantage of her for it, though it did give him a slight confidence boost. He was four years old, but still not very experienced with woman. They were a mystery to him. He wondered what this lioness was thinking. Could she possibly be … afraid of him? He almost laughed. Though he wasn’t scrawny, he certainly wouldn’t be considered very frightening.
The rocks beneath his paws were growing chilly. Play it cool, Kumar. He walked a few steps closer to Symia and sat down a few feet away from her on the moss. “Pleasure meeting you,” he said, grinning. “My name is Kumar.”
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