Post by Coffee & Pickles on May 30, 2008 19:55:14 GMT -6
dear child this will be
Trust the words of one so old,
it makes you all the wiser.
it makes you all the wiser.
Gayana
[/u][/color][/right][/size][/font]Water. There was a thought, a prospect she was currently keen on. Water was her best friend, it was all animals best friend… they needed it, they thrived on it, they simply stayed alive on it. Her thin black lips pealed away from her dull yellow teeth and a pink tongue lolled to the side. The wet season had returned, a sight that she knew would come back, but had thought was lost. She knew the world wouldn't let the savannahs go dry, the lands parch, but she felt like it had taken far to long to reach them. But didn't every lion think like that? Now she was glad to have small beads of crystal clear wetness run from her head and between her eyes. She wanted to feel it drip off her belly and her chin. She knew that rivers were dangerous, easily sweeping cats in, but the resource they needed the most was back, it was back now. Still, she wasn't near much water at the time, the thought of it would only make her grow mad. She sucked her tongue back into her mouth and took in a breath. She needed to get up to find the water that would sweep her away.
Danger… she laughed at it now… what was danger to her? Escaping death? Running from death? Or maybe danger was the prospect of being hurt. If that were true then there were more things to worry about then death by river. She sighed, many more things to worry about. She hated to be the one that mourned over her past, but she never did, and needed too. She walked forward, no longer attempting to even look like she was going any where in particular other then the straight line that would, ultimately, lead her to water that she so longed and desired. Her eyes seemed more glazed over then usual and her 'half tail' drooped. It was the perfect disguise, hide in your own misery. Like a bottle cap, not that she'd compare herself to one bottled up inside. What had it been about love that she'd disowned? Was it too like a river that swept full grown lions off their feet and drowned them? All thought her life she'd thought love was something good, something that was nice… but it wasn't. She tilted her head up and cleared her throat allowing her eyes to clear as well. "You gigantic baby," she mumbled to herself rebucking herself. "You can't be all to terribly sappy." She let out a grunt and continued her walk with a little more pep in her step, her chest out and her head high.
Once snapping back into position she could hear the smooth lapping sounds of the water ahead. Orai had been her residence for the past few sun movements. She was unsure exactly how low the sun was when she'd left her pride's lands to sit and relax, listen to her own thoughts, but now she was sure the sun had climbed far enough to forget her problems and move home… she need not waste the day away thinking about her problems, no. She licked her lips as the clacking grew louder, water was filling even the smallest rivers, and her mouth hung low. She walked up to a small watering hole and dipped her muzzle in slurping as much as she could to fill and cool the flame within her. Though water still wasn't abundant, and it never was, it was more plentiful then it had been in quite some time and already warthogs had gathered at one end, and elephants at the other. She looked up at watched as they barely even moved, no fear of a lion? Or was it extreme thirst? She was used to being on top of the food chain, having smaller prey flee at the sight of a golden main, but even the largest of lions would not scare them off now… she understood.
Cool water seeped through her jaws and ran between her teeth, and cool rainy air beat against her dry, rough pelt. Though in a wet season, the sun continued to beat against her sides. She wanted to splash in the water, and after every one had left the watering hole and had their fill, only then would she move on and have fun. She drank only what she needed, not filling, but not quenching. She sat back and rolled her short tail to her foot. She glanced at the hard brittle desert brust that lined the walk around her paws. It was brown and thin, she knew with this nuance of season, the plants would grow thick and green-brown, she couldn't wait to see the look on the cubs faces who saw the rains for the first time. She let a smile worm it's way across her face. The others would need to drink too and she was only in the way by drinking, after all, those hot and tired lionesses needed to drink more then an old hag who'd been moping around a sandy desert all day. She frowned at the thought. "Nuhu sir," she shook her head. "I'm not where near that boring." She'd concluded this with herself many times today, but this was, perhaps, the first time she'd believed it.
She wondered though' perhaps, even with all that infinite knowledge I contain in my head... I might just be more childish then a cub.' It had been many years ago when she was last a mature lion, sure, after her first two years in the Pride she'd been thankful and appreciative, but now, oh now, she caused trouble among the kits and stirred their minds, and not just in a learning way. What pleasure it brought her to cause trouble, the 'Mischievous Matriarch' she was, quite. She chuckled beneath her own breath, laughing lightly. She'd been alone the whole day and needed some one to comfort her with their presence and needed them now, she knew that's all it would take, another lion or Lioness, she didn't much care about that... or anything else lately. What was pleasure to her now? A sunken in piece of earth filled with water? That was pleasure? Enjoyment? That was all she found interesting and that was the only thing that had warranted her attention in a while… what was she to do now though?
