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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 11:54 am
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Now that she was old enough, Maji was enjoying some serious exploring. It wasn't that she wasn't happy being a member of Sikukuu... not at all! The pride was fantastic. Who couldn't love a pride focused on celebrations and parties? But Maji craved more than just celebrations. She was a much more physical sort of girl. She loved to climb, to dig under, to poke around. She'd even gotten in trouble when she was little, climbing higher than she should have. She'd ended up falling wrong and breaking something in her tail. Oh, how it had hurt! It had healed, though, giving her tail a subtle, rather perky kink in it.
She didn't often go very far from the pride's borders, truthfully. Adventurous as she was, she wasn't stupid, nor was she foolhardy. Best to be close enough to flee for help or safety rather than get lost in the big, wide world without help. She'd heard rumors of nasty lions who kidnapped people, taking them back to their pride to serve as their slaves. This was not at all something she wanted to happen to herself. She wasn't really afraid of lions, but out here she knew she was no match for even a female lion, much less a big, strong male.
Other species were just fine, though. She'd been raised in such a mish-mash of species that she didn't really see even hyenas as all that different from herself. While that might get her in trouble if she ever met an unfriendly pack of wild dogs or hyenas, she had yet to meet such a circumstance. Thus, when she spotted a black and white leopard in the distance, she pricked her ears and picked up her pace a bit. Time to meet a new friend! "Hello there!" she called when she was just close enough to be heard. "Who are you, and where are you from?" One certainly couldn't accuse Maji of being shy or reticent!
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 1:31 pm
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She accepted his name and the generalized answer about where he was from with a bob of her head. "I'm Maji, and I'm from Sikukuu." Her slightly kinked tail waved enthusiastically behind her, and she opened her mouth to ask him if he'd heard of her home before, but he beat her to speaking first.
She paused to consider his question. Bugs, huh? "I... guess so?" she hazarded. "I haven't really paid them much attention, really," she confessed forthrightly. "I've seen some pretty ones, and some odd ones, but I never really thought much about them." Her ears swiveled as she thought about it. "Why? Did you find a weird one?" She approached closer, ears forward and whiskers spread with interest. There was very little the hybrid teen was afraid of, and bugs certainly weren't one of those few things. At worst they could sting or bite, but generally they were easy to avoid (or smash!) if they were the nasty kind. Except wasps. "I don't like wasps though," she added hastily, just in case they were what he was all about.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2015 8:48 am
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Maji stared at him in astonishment. "They smell with their feet?! How in the world did you ever figure that one out?" She leaned forward to peer closer at the large, colorful bug, trying to get a better look at its feet. No, she didn't see anything that looked like a nose... not even close. With a frown she sat back and picked up one of her own paws and examined it. Was it possible to smell with ones feet? She gave one of her pads a meditative lick. She could taste what was on her feet... but her feet did not do the tasting. That led her to thinking of feet with tongues, and she burst out with a laugh.
"Sometimes I think bugs just aren't from the savannah," she said to her new friend, eyes twinkling merrily. "They are too different than anything else here. Birds have noses," she waved a paw skywards, "though they don't look like ours. Snakes too. Even elephants breathe like we do, though their nose is weird." She pulled a face and waved a paw like a trunk, touching her nose to her shoulder as she did so. "But bugs? They aren't like us at all." She stopped goofing and peered at his bug again. "But why do they come here, if they are so different?" she mused aloud.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 9:57 am
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She pondered what he'd said. Well... she supposed smelling with their feet was as likely (or unlikely) as anywhere else, right? Though it did seem a weird conclusion to jump to. But what did she know? He was the expert here, clearly. She also had to agree that bugs didn't seem to like the cold. Now that she thought about it, there never were any bugs around in the winter time, when the snow dropped down to cover the dens as well as the mountain top. Which led to another thought.
"Goodness, what must a mountain seem like to a bug?!" She frowned thoughtfully. "Maybe the cold reminds them of being up high, and they don't like it?" It seemed logical to her, anyway. Something so small surely must not like to go way up high on the mountains, which were too big for even her to properly see. Intrigued, she got right down into the dirt, squeezed one eye closed, and tried to look at the world from the perspective of a bug. "Mountains must seem like the world is just determined to go the wrong direction!" she exclaimed. "Imagine if the entire savannah was going nearly straight up, and we were trying to walk up it!" Now that she'd latched onto an intriguing idea, it was hard to not keep thinking of new challenges that the bugs must face!
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