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Post by atashi on May 30, 2008 6:52:33 GMT -6
The lionesses flat paws pressed against the earth, soil submitting under her massive weight. her head hung low and her jaw ajar, her amber-golden eyes scanning this way and that. Dry spit clumped in her throat and tongue, making it necessary for a source of water to be found. After many hours of passing through claimed and un-claimed territory, recieving fresh scars upon her face, she scented and heard the crashing of a fall nearby. In mid-stride she paused, her ears flicking to the source of the nose, her head rising inquisitivley as she readied to go for a refreshing drink.
Trotting to the pool's edge she lowered her body, leg muscles tensing as her abdomen absailed to the dusty floor. Her neck craned and her hairy chin touched the water, which pulled on her hairs and heavied her head, making the desire to lap the liquid even more intense. A rough, pink tongue slipped out from between her jaws and scooped up water, flicking it back into her throat. She repeated this action many times untill she was sated, and she stopped, retriveing her fleshy muscle.
Her eyes drifted from the water up to the land ahead. She saw no-one coming, so her tail lashed behind her once. Then, her head lifted, her powerful forelegs lifting her torso from the heated sand-like soil. Atashi lifted her head very high - now she'd had a drink she felt much better in health, and was ready to do a bit more jogging. The water from this fall was actually quite pure. With a lick to her cornered-nostril, she circled her new 'land'. of course, it was not her territory, and if she were to claim it, sureley another pride would come and fight her away.
What Atashi needed was member. Willing members to follow. She would collect females, as many as possible, but she knew how lionesses were mroe friendly around their own blood. And males. Perhaps there was a bachealor male around? Atashi would take in three, maximum, to breed with her females. Cubs would come, and once they were trained she would flourish.
And Atashi would lead.
A smile curled at her lips.
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Post by Valid on May 30, 2008 10:54:26 GMT -6
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion. [/font]
Oh why, oh why was he in good cheer? When again his beloved had tittered off? Oh, well, you see it was easy to smile and to laugh and to have joy when one was assured though absent was the body, love still was there. She would come back, this day, the next, the one after that. One time or another when wandering feet finally circled home she would come. And he would be there and all would be as merry as it was. Or more so marry. Distance does make the heart grow fonder and desires more… sharpened and lusty. … Though he had to admit it, with love and desire and longing a-plenty of the feisty, seductive vixen that was his, it was hard to be perky. Without a lady by his side, someone he so adored. Without someone to lay with and love, to hold in such high regards and smother with affection. He missed his love, that he did. Loneliness was coming on fast and swift, threatening to drown him if he dared not be wise about it. Ah, he was so much an old crab these days. Sticking to himself and lounging about in his old homelands. Hell, if that was a pride there would be much wonder for it! Yaizux had settled back into the dim lighting of the dark, after being disbanded giving all up to its claim and influence… and its resurrection so many months ago did little to rekindle the one blazing flame! Matter of fact he was the only of his pride, considering his dearest loves absence and that… ah, that, was of little good. He was lonely, the old fox he was, so very lonely. He missed interaction, talk, missed seeing others and missed hearing the voices of others instead of the sweet songlike whispers of nature. As stunning as the gal may be, Nature… well… Nature could only keep a man satisfied for a time before he longed again for his own kind. Mhmm! Nonetheless it was interesting to be back at Johari. Lovely place it was, divine, really, and, matter of fact a place he had thought to take over one day. Johari and Shimo would be his conquests and then he was through. But doubtful that would go over too well with the Ari… SPEAKING OF! He ought to talk to his neighbors more, assure them he was alive, make introductions, being the sweet little diplomat he was and all the rest… He oughtta. And he should. And… he would. After all, perfect way of talking up people! And killing two birds with one stone was a lovely sort of ordeal, depending on the bird. If it was an ugly, nasty, vicious killing bird of doom it was alwight. But if it was a pretty dove, just being the peace-loving thing it was, well, then that was no good, mate! Mhmm… So while he went about thinking of what kind of birds he was going to be ‘killing’ (hypothetically speaking, of course. Doubtful he's really kill a bird. Doubtful he could even really kill a bird.) he wandered on. Keep on, keepin’ on on tune he danced to before…
Before he became closer to the Johari. He hadn’t meant to, really, but his feet went where they so desired. The rough, black padded paws, so large and so weathered going where they must-ed. And he just happened to be where they must-ed. But let us tell more of what this Old King looks of. A large beast, perhaps, but there are always larger. Decent sized and golden. Thick, heavy mane and those eyes he was so very much known for. Gentle and affectionate, appraising and humble. They looked somewhat sad, so many days of the week and so jolly so many more. He was not a regal figure, not by ‘trying to be’. He had the essence of a leader, of a king, and that was imbedded from both what had been, way back when, and what currently was. They said his personality made it evident he was King. For only a King would be bold enough to act in such a way, or could afford to behave as he did. Silly and humorous, like a joker… but he was not. He was much too clever, too crafty, too strong, too lethal to be a jester of the court. Sly old buzzard he was, and stupid old man he was, too. He knew what talk there was of him. He was ridiculed, no doubt, by his choice in women. Wild women he had sought after, the darling Kishkir had not so great a reputation. When she was given the love of a King she spat in his face, got pregnant by a rogue, then came back. That ruined many’s views of her. And then him accepting her just the same was what did it for him, as well. But, again, his personality. He did not allow gossip to fuel him. It interested him, amused him, he used gossip at his whim and fancy but he did not allow it to bother him so greatly. No, no, no he was too old to care the opinions of others on his life. Much too old, weary bones and heavy spirits all around too old. “Ol, Madam! Such a sinister look you have, mistress, I have to say you look as if you’re planning an assassination.” His voice was loud enough to be heard, nearly boasting in that way as amusement and good fun tinged his voice. Jesting was he, though slightly serious, too, he examined the beauty that was only respectfully, before his eyes were cast about the place. She was a stranger to him, her scent exotic to his nose… But such a smirk - that was not new. He had seen such a viciously deviant look before. She had conquest on mind, he was a good reader of people to know that. And women seeking power were dangerous fiends, that he dared not admit as he headed closer to the water’s shore, and inevitably his stranger friend there, as well. “Good evening! Or morning! … Or afternoon - whatever it may be, I wish you good of it, love. Pleasant it is to see you. So, what it is that you‘re looking to take? Ari, I hear it‘s a beautiful place… Yaizux, I hear they aren‘t much of a fight… Then of course Alethea or Akina or some other obscure pride?” He did not know her, and surely she did not know him. He was the Old King, King of the Ruins, King of Yaizux. But she did not know that and, as we said gossip was an interesting thing. He wouldn’t mind being up to date on it, and what better way to get gossip then from someone who, know doubt, knew much of it. After all if she was serious about this ‘conquest’ (he only assumed such ferocious smirk said that her conquest would be pride) then… well… then she’d have done her research! She would have investigated her advisories and have the latest scoop on them all… and, well, he was interested on Yaizux’s name, if it even had one among the masses now… as hard as that was to imagine.[/font]
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Post by atashi on May 31, 2008 4:57:30 GMT -6
Atashi was only half awake when the scent of a male met her nostril. At this she snorted and sneezed, trying to rid her nose of the musky scent, but with no good outcome. Her tail lashed about behind her as her muscles tensed. Her ears flattened as she watched him approach, ready to spring at the correct time. What was he doing? Why was he approaching? Perhaps he was looking for some easily-taken sex. that made her smile - reproduction and heat was the last thing on her mind at that given moment, and if he introduced himself with any indication of it she would swipe at his face, raking away his skin and fur, mauling him. However, his scent did not carry that of heat and lust, but some other odd feeling. Possibly planning? Or just watchful. He had an air which described many feelings but did not have a seperate meaning for itself. This Atashi didn't approve of, because she couldn't tell what he was going to do and why exactly he was here.
He continued to walk in her direction and her eyes widened slightly. She may ahve appeared afraid, but she was concentrating, as if stalking a gazelle or impala. Or, something more challenging, like the fighting wildebeast. behind her her tail flicked this way and that, flies buzzing around over her in the dreadful heat.
When he came into four metres distance she slinked away four steps, paused to look at him. She reapeated this action many times before clambering to the top of the waterfall, her tail high to draw attention to her size. The top lip covering her deadly fangs quivered, ready for a challenging roar at the male.
At his remark about assassination she growled, warning him of mistakes he was making, talking to her, walking about her. Although he smelt of no pride, Atashi didn't want a male to even think of leading her pride. However, she knew females were interested in all kinds of mating. Perhaps she would walk with him as an equal, and when she collected her females - or trained her children - she could put him in his place. Another smirk threatened to show.
He then went into some detail about Y's, X's and Z's. She hardly understood his gibberish, and she reacted unkindly to such... such idiocy. She growled again, this time bubbling into a snarl, her tail lashiing about behind her, but she realized that he was not looking to hurt her, or for much sex either. But, the possibility of having her own cubs and training them pushed her. Maybe he would stick with her if she was the one looked for children? Without warning she was suddenly in heat, and all thoughts against males seemed to dissapear.
She leaped down from the rock and continued to growl steading, although this could be recognized as a purr, also. Her body lowered to the ground, her rump in the air and her tail to one side, but as quickly as she took on the mating stance she dropped on her side, raising her forepaws to her chest and laying on her back, rolling over. While on her right flank she stretched out left arm out before her and looked back at the male.
"Good morning to you, too."
[Word Count: 555
Muse: ---
Notes: Sorry I skipped straight to tis. D: I promise after she finishes trying to persuade him they can have a real conversation. XD]
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Post by Valid on Jun 1, 2008 10:57:21 GMT -6
fere libenter homines id quod volunt credunt. [/font] Ah, tuttut, loves. Though this big boy here was a silly old fool he was very much a loyal one. To his own missus. Children, wonderful thing they were this he didn’t doubt. How-ever many years it was that he lived on this earth, they had been a joy. However vicious, deviant, or vile in nature he couldn’t help but smile at the cute little demonic critters. Though in his youth that had, no doubt, been a different story but… as he entered older years perception does, indeed, change and… mhmm… Children were good thing. And at times poor things, too. Parents were also the ones to decide that. Though admittedly Kishkir had had her fun with Kgosi, he doubted she would be overly thrilled to hear, when she returned (He didn't bother with those forsaken 'ifs'), that he had been having some fun of his own. He liked to think the doll though more of him - held him at a higher standard. And he liked to think he was a strong enough man (Unlike Azure) to flirt ever so but remain, in essence, innocent. He liked to think he was strong enough to not give to temptation. Mhmm… then again what man didn't?
At her growling and snapping and snarling and hissy fit he paid her little mind. The greatest reaction being a thwack of his fur tipped tail to the left as he lowered to the waters edge. Taking a slow sip of the crystalline water he paid the ‘less then adoring’ welcome with little concern. He doubted the babe being foolish enough to take on a male who posed her no (real) harm. And then he was, himself, assured that he could subdue the hissing and sputtering lass if she proved that she’d like to take whatever pent-up anger out on him. But examining he was out of the corner of his eye. He had seen without 'watching' how she backed up so. Surely he didn't look so nasty or vile, surely. But, it didn’t take a second more before he flicked such thoughts away. His eyes returning to the pond in front of him as a coarse, pink tongue lapped at the cool surface. … The rain season was to come soon. And the ruins? The ruins would prove to be fine shelter, no doubt, to not only he… but rogues, prey, and… Oh my… His thoughts scattered, pardon him Kishkir for looking. It wasn’t every day (perhaps every other) that he saw a barbed she-thing suddenly veer so quick in temper. Before she was boasting her might and strength? Snarling and snapping and hissing something fierce. Now she was teasing, and now he was charged with pretending that he (as well as the fact that he was a male) was not pleased with this abrupt shift for the better. Ah, yes, indeed. He did well to remember that he was a married man. With a missus, and no doubt children when his missus returned. When she returned… She had left without note, you know…
He had then risen from his stoop. Shoulder blades no longer protruding on either side of his mane, he had came to a sit and swiveled only so. Having the gal in his sights he watched her fully now, eyes mostly on eyes. A raise of a brow the only response, at first, he had for her. Truth be known he knew well of women. No, no, no he didn’t know them, but he knew of them. He knew of some of their secrets but whither or not those secrets were anything a man such as himself wouldn’t know… Or if those secrets were ones those women didn’t mean to give… He knew for a fact that vixs, such as this one, was dangerous. More dangerous then good, its best to keep ones wits about them. They were… always planning something. Always looking for opportunity. And taking on a male, throwing ’em down and ripping out their heart (or any other organ the so desired) and tossing it on the bonfire to keep them warm? Well that was not below them. But… he hushed such thoughts, or did his best to. Such thoughts, you see, were near cruel, and could paint a picture that this little choir boy judged before he knew or that he hated women or he hated this mysterious her. Which was entirely not the case. Because knew that he wasn’t all knowing, he knew that situations change and people change with them… He also knew he had no business making a… ‘assumption’ so quick into a meeting. Because also knew that… he didn’t hate lassies. Pretty little things, whoever said they were the fairer sex was no doubt right, but he enjoyed added that they were the more deviant sex, too. But, such was said with fondness. Women were sly creatures, one had to be careful about the nymphs… And then on to our last statement to rebuke - hating this her. This creature here so hell-bent on puzzling him… he had no cause to dislike her. None at all… did he?
“If I didn’t know any better, love, I’d say you’ve been eating too many mushrooms.” He commented quietly, slight amusement still present in his deep vocals as he eyed he gal. Though now, now his eyes were a bit more sharper - concentrated, examining. He believed this pet before him a magician… and she’d be doing some magic soon and… well, if he was about to be eaten he liked to see the teeth, as someone before him once said so lyrically. He believed her to think him a fool - not that it wasn't true - but he also believed her willing, suddenly, to take advantage of such a fool as he. “Has Africa been good to you, my dear lady?” But he could pretend that this wasn't the case. After all making idle conversation with a wolf wasn't all that bad, was it? … Unless, of course, one was the lamb…OUT OF JUICE: =D -laughs- Nah worries. [/font]
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