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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 2:08 am
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In the short span of her lifetime, Raziela had learned plenty. She had learned not to slosh in mud, in order to keep her paws clean and white, but that sloshing in water would cleanse her fur of dirt. She had learned that the purple in her coat rendered her a Noble - though she had yet to figure out the extent of what that rank entailed. Beyond that, however, she had learned that her sister Nyota could do anything she wanted.
Raziela had decided that it wasn't that rules didn't apply to Nyota, as she had first imagined, but that Nyota simply did not care to follow them. Nor did she seem to care to suffer the consequences that came with the breaking of rules, and, as such, she didn't. Raziela often wondered what it was like, to be exempt from rules simply through apathy.
Or perhaps it was another reason entirely.
Whatever it was, she had decided that she would find out, and as her purple coated sister padded toward the den mouth, Raziela leapt to her paws and scrambled after Nyota. "Hey, hey, where you going?" She dropped into a crouch and launched herself after Nyota, in the hopes of tackling her sister.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 11:44 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 3:14 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 10:42 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 1:29 am
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Raziela drew back at the sight of the guard. She couldn't help but feel as though getting caught was inevitable. Surely, at some point, that guard - or any of the other guards - would come along, look their way, and see the two of them plotting an escape into far more adventurous lands.
"But..." Before she could complete her sentence, Nyota had bounded away, and Raziela was left watching her violet sister's retreating figure. Never let the guards catch her - that was far more easily said than done. She couldn't very well just... think that she wouldn't get caught. That wouldn't work. Then she paused, considering the situation.
It wasn't as though there was anything she could truly do to prevent capture, if it was meant to be, was there? She glanced up at the sky with a small frown. So what was it that Fortune had in store for her today - escape or capture? She blinked her jade green eyes, and lowered her head to follow her sister's route.
"Here goes..." She muttered gently to herself, realizing that she should have followed Nyota as closely as possible. Too late now. She clamped her teeth down to hold back the squeal of terror that threatened to escape from her little muzzle, and with a sudden surge of courage, she exploded from her hiding place and dashed toward her sister, as quickly as her little legs could carry her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 10:14 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 2:15 am
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"Sorry..." She apologized sheepishly, ears drooping. Great, she had already started to ruin the great adventure. The little cub took a peek up at the sky again with a small frown. Perhaps she simply was not meant to be gallivanting around the pridelands like her sister did. It was a disappointing notion, to be sure, but she supposed she would come to terms with it eventually.
In any case, she refocused her attention back to the task at hand. "I won't do that again. Promise."
She padded along after Nyota as the purple cub turned, staying close to her sister. Nyota was right, after all. There was no sense in getting caught, now that they had made it out, and the fun had only just begun.
"Oh! Uhm," She paused to consider the question, surprised that Nyota had bothered to ask her at all. After all, Nyota was far more experienced in these matters than Raziela herself, and she had to admit, she had no idea where to go. Now that she had escaped teh confines of the den, the mere idea of being out was overwhelming her, and everything seemed to bear promises of unforgettable times. "Anywhere is fine with me. Where do you like to go?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 5:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 1:50 am
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Raziela's ears perked immediately at the suggestion. She would have been willing to go just about anywhere Nyota chose, but her sister's suggestion struck a chord in the little cub, and she nodded her head eagerly.
"Oh, yes, let's!" She agreed enthusiastically, almost forgetting their location and raising her voice. Ah, theater. The very idea excited her beyond comprehension. There was something so very mystical about the art of acting and performing that Raziela wished she could translate into words.
Yet, wasn't that the very purpose of art - to be able to move a creature? And was not emotion itself illogical, unexplainable? It made sense, then, that acting was not meant to be conveyed with words, but to be experienced and absorbed, and felt.
"You always think of the best places to go, Ny," she grinned.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 4:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 4:46 pm
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She followed closely on Nyota's heels as they snuck through the pridelands, feeling for all the world as though they were embarking on a mission of some sort. The idea sent a feeling of great importance flooding through her. They were messengers, perhaps, off to deliver a message of great importance to the King. From another King, maybe. She grinned.
She recognized the stage a moment before Nyota announced that they had arrived, and she stopped beside her violet sister to marvel at their surroundings. This was so far removed from everything they were used to. So different. And though she had been here before, it had always been with their parents, or other adults, and never alone with only Nyota for company.
"Wow," she breathed, ears perked in interest as she surveyed the stage and everything that lay around it.
"Could we do both?" She asked, eager to learn any and all that she could about the curious culture that surrounded the stage and its performers.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 9:51 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 2:45 am
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Raziela grinned, and nodded her cautious agreement. One of the perks of being noble, she supposed. She didn't know how many there were, or whether there actually were others - she had had little time in her as-yet short life to figure out. But perhaps that was the point of being noble, simply to be able to boss anyone around and get away with almost anything, or so it seemed. Perhaps that was the very essence of their social status.
She followed Nyota at a run, eager to approach and explore the stage up close, and be able to notice details that she might otherwise never have noticed before. She was unspeakably glad that Nyota had chosen to bring her here for their little adventure. There was nothing in the pride she found as fascinating as the stage and everything associated with it, and though she knew little about the ways of the theater, there seemed to be some magnetic pull emanating from its depths.
"Hm," She paused near the stage as well, scanning with her jade green eyes for something of interest. "There!" She fixed her gaze upon an irregularly shaped object, off-white in color, which lay some ways off at the other edge of the stage. "Oh, I think it's a... skull or something..."
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