Beyond the Shyness ( Vox & Open)

[nevaeh]

Nevaeh
Beyond the Shyness

The small sized lioness began to walk slowly around this land her paws and made her come to. Yet again this lioness did not know where she was, but her paws kept her moving while she looked around her, and always doing a double take every time she looks towards the right hand side of her; despite this little handicap this young lioness was not doing to badly in the health part.
Then something caught this little girls attention, Nevaeh being a little shy just stopped and looked over what she could see it was a bit blurry to her, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she then began to walk towards the place that her eyes thought was strange.
Nevaeh did wonder why it was here, and then after a little bit more walking she had got to her destination, she then stopped as soon as she had a crossed the boarder of the terra.
This lioness had stopped because she caught the scent of other lions, and she was very nervous about walking on to another prides terra. Come on Nevvy, they cannot be as bad as you last pride can they? Oh wait a mint, they could be a lot worse?

[Vox]

Sileree
If the cup is beautiful, let us not ask what it contains.
'Oh poopoo darling, she's barely big enough to harm you...And everybody knows you're more the smooth talker than the fighter. Hmmm? Or are you just lazy, afraid to be social perhaps? In a taciturn mood, I shouldn't wonder. Impossible woman...' It was good advice, she knew herself very well. A happy quality, perhaps, that she knew when she was tricking herself. Though one that caused her endless displeasure...Oh damn it all! The sultry gait, the fine muscles slipping and slithering up and down her form, the elegant way in which she held her head. Not terribly high, so as to instill and arrogance to her manner, but not as low and common as most other 'practical' women. It was not as if she was hurting anyone, and formality was always a plus, as far as she was concerned. A sardonic sigh came out as a low purring noise from her throat, and her paws continued to flick out in a slow, strolling manner. She had nowhere to be, no appointments to keep at the moment, things were boring...But they shouldn't have been. Things should have been stressful, pressing, straining. Sileree should have been feeling pressed, rushed, harried, harrassed. But...All those words meant nothing to her. They were simply antonyms, opposites...Highlights she could never enjoy. The sheer misery of her position allowed an acid laugh to bubble forth, out of her throat it spilled, falling from her mouth onto the floor, where she paused, to contemplate the idea of it. A laugh...She rarely laughed when she was happy these days. Nothing could make her laugh, and Sileree despised that. It was not that she was happy, quite the contrary...But she seemed to have an uncanny bitter pessimism in her manner that made her feel ever so slightly better. Things had been destined to fail from the very start, and the way she was dealing with it only showed how wrong she had been not to heed her own wise advise. Pleasure is wrong, men are a sin. She had been disloyal, and she was falling apart because of it. There was no turning back now but...She was supposed to be playing the Entertainer these days, and instead she was the Brooder. It was not her job, not her duty, she had promised herself to be strong. Thorn...Was the past, for her. She...Was the past, for him. It was over. Lassiel would never accept them, and it was on that that she relied. If her Queen breathed a terrible sigh and told them they could stay as they were, then it would be up to Sileree to say it all over again. Say...That she was but a husk, that he couldn't really have her. One can own a broken shell, but the unavoidable question as to why one would want to keep such a used, broken artifact must arise sometime or other.

If the way is !easy_ let us not ask 'but to what end?'
It had been just that very morning, but it seemed so long ago...Months, years...An age. Furiko had seen them bivouacking for the night, and her sleep had been disturbed. Dreams, they wouldn't leave her alone, and when she did sleep...It was fitful, filled with moanings. She had seen a male screaming at a female, unsure of what he was saying, exactly, or why he was so angry. The bellows wouldn't stop, and she gave some attempt to fight back, but as males usually did, he shouted her down. The noise grew to such a level that she felt she would burst from her own head, and would wake with a start, sweating slightly, eyes blinking rapidly. The warm, protective shape of her large companion both frightened her, and comforted her mind. Only in sleep did she show her strain...And that was why she told none about her dreams. If she was not allowed to mourn for her wrong-doings in waking hours, she would do so in her sleep. Thorn had slept deeply, stress did that to him. She knew so little about him and yet...So much. A harsh swallow accompanied the thought that he was little better than a one nighter for her now. They had not shared their pasts together...She had not been open, and he had held back. It had flared up, and died. And yet one could not call it passion, they had never been more than just 'friends'. The...It could not really die? The flame was now embers, and she was burning herself, as she continued to dwell over them. It had been so...easy, just to leave him lying there, peacefully sleeping, as she gathered herself mentally. The wet season was finally here, and the flood plains would soon grow muddy and overcast. She promised herself she would return to Kinamasi after leaving that place, and here she was. Her gold eyes had watched him rest for a few moments, he had come closer than she was comfortable with during the later hours of the evening, and she found it difficult to wriggle out without waking him. A few grunts, a tiny twitch, and then he noticed nothing. Sileree remembered how torn she had been, as she took that first step...But it was over now, as she continually reminded herself. It seemed the only thing to do, just now. Patrol, keeping watch. She wanted to prove she could be loyal, and that she was a valued member of the Pride. And how stupid she felt now, like a child, that she had decided to do this in the most silent way possible. "O earth!" She cried, her soft, husky voice carrying well across the marsh, it's still air rustling from the noise. "What changes hast thou seen..." The tones trailed off, and the gentle, insolent smile gave a twirl of her dark lips before bowing and exiting via a soft laugh, then silence. There was a greeting to be made, and it wasn't as if the smallish lioness could, or would, do the larger female any harm. If she did...Well, Sileree was not completely hopeless as far as fighting was concerned, though she was a little on the thin side this days.

A form of strength: to willfully ignore the outcome that stares one in the eye, and do what will, what should be done.
"This land belongs to the Akina." An honest statement, her tone was little more than a flat, whispering breeze. Not a taunt, but not holding as soft an air as her previous words. "If you are a friend, we welcome you, Sister." Here her voice grew slightly more musical, sweeter, and she offered a fleeting smile, little more than a slight curl of her shadowy lips. "And if you are a foe...You will be taught to fear the very memory of the inauspicious day you set foot in these lands." Sileree was not a leader, she had never wanted to be one. Her tones did not hold the same resounding command of Lothril, but she would make a very suitable second-in-command one day, be it for this Pride or another. Her speech had the eloquent, impressive tones of one who has seen strife and dealt it as well, experienced and low, but the aristocratic sense of one who would rather avoid conflict. The dame's last statement was not exactly threatening, but deeper, more powerful, and slightly more sinster. A flash of her yellow eyes demonstrated she was perfectly able and willing to carry out her words, and warned off any rebelliousness in the other to hold it's tongue while in her presence. But her eyes softened, slightly, and her acid tongue began a slight thrumming purr in the back of her throat. This girl was no danger, she couldn't be very much older than Sileree herself. Ears flicked about to face other directions, instead of focusing full on to the other. It showed that Sileree neither thought the lioness much of a threat, nor cared much whether she received an answer. If the other was not intending to join, or pass peacefully, she would run off, acting the submissive, and come back with greater numbers. That was when Sileree would give her a solid thrashing, see if she didn't. Perhaps Lothril would not appreciate Sileree's tact, because suddenly, without much warning, the huntress gave a short, silvery laugh, and shook her head. It said clearly 'well, that's what I'm supposed to say, but I know you're not here to fight'. Not apologetic, but simply resigned. No use asking a doorknob it's business, she'd just have to wait until it spoke first. As Sileree waited in silence, her tail was still, and her face impassive. She did not betray any of the misgivings she had about her position in the Pride, nor of her abandoned love. The wet season brought hope...Something she could no longer rely on. Yet, as the hints of rain began to fall in the marsh, and the lioness stood straight in her position, watching the other, the brief, flickering thoughts began to creep back into her mind. Was it possible? Was she still able to bear children? All the signs told her she was not but...While there was youth, there was hope, and she was still young. An inner sigh cracked through her mind. Things were getting too complicated...She wanted it easy for a change. She didn't want to have to make the chivalrous decisions. She was the lady, was she not?! It wasn't her duty to make those choices! Oh...Damn it all.

we call it
HONOR
and it's the little game I like to play

[nevaeh]

Nevaeh
Beyond the Shyness
When Nevaeh eyes caught the sight of another lioness, this little lioness did not know weather to run or not. Well all Nevaeh could see was a blurry shape of another lioness in front of her, but when Nevaeh hear the other lioness vocals, she half-listen to what she was saying, while also trying to figure if she should run or not.
I'm sorry to intrude, i did not know this belong to a pride.
When Nevaeh had said that she gave a little quite sad purr to herself, hoping that the blurry lioness in front of her did not notice.
Well you could say I'm neither a friend nor a foe, since I do not know anyone around here.

When Nevaeh felt that the wet season had finally arrived, he little ears went forward, and one went back listening. Nevaeh was trying not to sound scared, but she was felt she was not very good at hiding her emotions. Nevaeh moved her paws back a little step, so that he lioness infront of her was not as blurry, she was more clear now.

~In her head~
why do you have to be so shy? I was born like this, so I can not help the way I am can I?Just be quite pink, I’ll win and take over her oneday.No you will not, now just go away yellowFine, you won this one.
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((ooc: sorry talking to myself again))

[Vox]

Sileree
If the cup is beautiful, let us not ask what it contains.
"Well then, neither friend nor foe," Sileree joked, the corners of her dark lips twitching slightly, "You may consider yourself welcome here if you indeed mean no harm, until my Queen has words with you to the contrary." Her speech was elegant, refined, and lady-like. It held a certain pitch that indicated she took great care in placing each word, and yet not so much as to point to a slow wit, that needed to mull over each phrase before uttering. The long grass that lay in small hillocks and mats about the marsh scratched against Sileree's strong paws, and she waited for the lioness to say something else. To add to her statement. It did not seem, however, that she would, and the dark copper lioness took it upon herself to ask the direct, yet soft, questions that she was charged with.

If the way is !easy_ let us not ask 'but to what end?'
"Might I be so forthright as to ask your name?" She obstained from adding 'miss' at the end, not because she thought herself better, but because she was confident in her dominance of the situation. 'Miss' was unneeded, 'marm' would be overdoing it, and Sileree felt uncomfortable with such titles. It was fine to have a few laughs with Thorn, a pang of pain hit her gut as she thought of her companion back in Furiko, calling him her Dear Sir or My Little Man but...She did not agree with terms of endearment or respect when meeting with strangers. Her bold, confident tone indicated that she was slightly disapproving of the fact that the other lioness--what was wrong with her eyes?--had not offered her given name and surname when stating that she was not of any harm to the Akina.

A form of strength: to willfully ignore the outcome that stares one in the eye, and do what will, what should be done.
"And, I'd like to know what exactly you are doing here." The formal note left the graceful lionesses' voice, but with it traipsed off the accusatory edge as well. It was friendlier, more as if she was messing about with an old school friend, or pushing a completely bladdered ex-beau about with questions. It was a 'Where have you been, darling? And what are you doing about these parts, hmmm? On business? Excellent, excellent, how's your husband? Dead? Oh, I am sorry, dear, that must be horrible. Sugar, milk? Great, just, great.' sort of speech, and Sileree's eyebrows couldn't held but raise as she caught the white mist surrounding one of the lionesses' eyes. 'Poor girl...Blind, in one eye. Must be difficult for her to fit in, I'd imagine. I wonder if I could ask her to stay with the Akina for a time, until she is better rested. Then mightn't she move on, and tell other travellers about us? A good thing, for more members, and a bad thing, for lecherous, pilfering males who think they can do Lothril in and take us as a reward. I'd love to see them try...'

we call it
HONOR
and it's the little game I like to play

out of crackers! made this incredibly short because I want to get all my other posts done, and I don't want to make you wait anymore ^^;

[nevaeh]

OCC: My post is coming soon. Just been a very bad week for me.