[PRP] In the Jungle (Hoth/Kiivas)

[Rainhowl]

Really, there wasn't much going on for Kiivas'lintu, these days. Her name quest was over and done with and very little in the way of excitement had happened between then and now. She liked trying to mentor the younger lions and generally entertained herself on the outskirts of the swamp when not hunting with a party or trying to fulfill her prey quota on her own. She wasn't an antisocial thing, far from it. She can be blunt and pushy, but she never meant any harm, and she put her all into her work, doing her best to earn her place and keep within the pride that she had been born into.

On this particular afternoon, the patchy lioness was plodding along the firmer sections of the swamp, tail swaying and ears pricked. She wasn't looking for anyone or anything in particular and she'd managed to bag enough fresh meat earlier in the day to warrant a pleasant afternoon to herself, and pleasant it was. Birds twittered their songs and zipped here and there through the shafts of light that managed to break through the dense canopy. The earth seemed to be painted in shades of gold and green, something she absolutely loved about her home, bar the solitude of it and her much loved family.

Her jaws parted as a loud yawn escaped from her and she licked her lips, before stretching and moving on, simply patrolling the area and keeping an eye out for anything in particular that might be of interest. Oh, she did love comfortable days like this one!  

[Schicksalswende]

Hothlepoya or, as he was now called Dubhshíth, was padding around the swamplands. The reptilian coloured young adult was not exactly the happy sort, for multiple reasons. The main reason being, his new home. Dub couldn't understand the appeal of this place to his parents, but couldn't exactly leave, either. That was thanks to his mother, whom had coddled the male since the litter incident. She'd most likely meant well, in some twisted way, but in the end it'd left the boy with a strangeness to being by himself. Dubhshíth had been left with the impression that everything was dangerous, and that it was wrong to be away from Momma, or else you'd die.

He was almost fully grown, and yet, he'd never had much interaction with anyone else, aside from family and that..friendly, feminine coloured male he'd met while getting lost here. He wasn't sure how to be around anyone, aside from his parents. He'd been kept from exploring, as a cub. And was kept from speaking to others, particularly strangers, even if they were harmless. Now, everything was changing at an alarming pace. How was he to be independent, when he'd been raised to be dependent on his parents? Well, dependent upon his Mother. Dubhshíth's large father tried his best to try and reverse what his mate had down, only to get a good yelling at. Perhaps even a swat to the face.

With how hysterical his mother had been, Dub knew even less about how to connect to a female. Where they all crazy like his mother?

The Aurrie

 

[Rainhowl]

The brown and white lioness stiffened and turned her head to one side, her rounded ears pricked and listening. She thought she had heard movement and she hadn't been mistaken. The creature wasn't particularly trying to mask the sound of movement and, curiously, her olive eyes roved to seek the one that moved so near her. It took her a moment to pinpoint him, thanks to his well camouflaged pelt. He was younger than she and she didn't quite recognize him. Her dark nose flared as she scented the air. He didn't smell that unusual, as though she caught his scent in the past, which couldn't be impossible. She tended to hang around the swamp's outskirts, so she readily acknowledged that she might not know every lion.

Her tail twitched as she debated just how to introduce herself to the stranger. It didn't take long for her to decide, really, and she quickly cleared her throat as she plodded forward, head held high cockily.

"Well, what you doin' around these parts, stranger?" She grinned brightly, more than ready for some banter, though she was unsure as to how he would react to her.