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 Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 9:19 pm
Mut'salama's words to her earlier.. Though her advice was a bit sugar-coated, it did not change the fact that it was good advice. Something in her told her to leave this land, and never look back. But then... Where was it she was supposed to go once she left?
Kibela knew nothing of other prides, and those outside of these grassy lands. Were she more prone to such outbursts, she would be growling in agitation as she stalked further and further from her childhood home. This was further than she'd ever dared wander from Pride Rock, feeling much more capable in her claws and fangs should something attack her. A glance back told her the massive rock was only barely still in view.
Crimson eyes moved ahead again as she stopped walking, ears perking and body becoming tense. Something was nearby her... She shifted her body low to the ground, beginign to move forward again on high alert.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 9:35 pm
Inzondo-mnyama had never been this far into the lands of a pride before, but he was hungry and he'd been unable to find any prey outside of a pride's lands. He didn't want to go all that far from the den he'd made for himself, but he was already miles from it, so why not keep going until he got food?
Rose eyes burned holes into the ground when he flicked them around, judging the land about him as if he were a master hunter. He knew the sounds of the long grass as if it were a part of his very body.
The swish of the grass alerted the lion to food. Of course being a cannibal, food wasn't all that hard for him to pilfer, killing a lion or two in order to eat was the furthest problem he had in his life.
Slowly the claws on his left front paw eased from their sheaths, his weight rolling to that shoulder smoothly, almost like liquid water. He wanted to hear one more movement of the creature in the grass, wanted to know of it's exact positioning, though he already knew where it was down to a pinpoint. It was just natural wariness that held his claws. To attack prey beasts in a pride was one thing, to attack members, children... possibly even cubs... that was sosmething completely different.
Narrowing the dangerous rose colored eyes, Inzo lifted his nose and sniffed. He didn't stalk, after years of being alone he'd learned exactly how to hunt without needing to scrape his belly over the ground like some lioness. No, he was as fast as the cheetah that had raised he an his twin, as strong as his Firekin ancestors and as vicious as any lion born from the sands and blood of the goddess of Change.
This would be easy, but if it should be a cub, Inzo would never forgive himself.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 9:49 pm
Kibela stopped her movements when she could no longer hear the slight movements of another creature. This set off all kinds of warnings in her mind. The only reason for something to stop moving was that it knew she was there...
Her ears flattened back, eyes darting around in search of the possible danger. Her muscles tensed again as she spots a rock hanging over the grass, glancing around once more, before releasing the muscles to kick off into a run.
Lucky it was near enough that she easily slid under the overhang, catching herself against the rock with her paws, before turning quickly to look for the danger she'd been feeling, back pressed to the rocky surface, feeling much less exposed in such a place.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 10:16 pm
The grass started to swish once more with the motion of the other, it's body hurtiling through the dry savannah grass at a speed that told him it knew he heard it as well as he knew it had heard him. One of his dark ears flicked forward as he twisted his head to follow the sound of the beast rushing to the large rock behind him.
Turning on his heels and moving much slower than the other, Inzondo narrowed his rose colored eyes and stalked forward, his claws pricking at the ground with each step that he took. The long black tail swished out behind him, his fishbone markings on his back seeming to move to and fro with the rolling of his steps.
Narrowed into the target, the large firekin male sniffed the air and stopped. There was a lion behind that boulder... too large from the sound of it's movements to be a cub. This made it fair game.
Two great leaps took Inzondo from where he was in the grass a few paces away to the top of the rocky overhang, behind which the lion was hiding. Burning eyes glanced over the edge as he crouched above the other, his claws sunk into the surface of the rock as he held on to make sure of his prey first.
The male wasn't the kind to lunge into things without knowing what he was doing first. The last thing he needed was for something to attack and kill him before he could it. Not that he figured this would happen, thanks to his 'father' he was faster than almost every lion on the savannah to date and the way he moved kept him safe from prying eyes and claws.
"What have we here?" His voice was like gravvle running through a sift, rough and coarse, mocking and yet at the same time welcoming and tuned.
Lighting his eyes down to peer at the smaller black-toned female below him, Inzo felt a rise of amusement flit through his body. It was all male's instinct to search out females for physical needs, however he wasn't one like that. He could find his own way to rid himself of those. It was just that this female believed herself safe from him...
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 10:30 pm
Crimson eyes narrowed as the head of the threat peered down at her from over the rock, eying him cautiously. She wasn't so foolish to believe that she was in any way safe from the large lion in front of her.
" I should think... " She started, her voice the exact opposite of his, soft, purred out, and lacking in any emotional volume at all, though, not quite mono-toned. " that it is obvious what you've cornered. What is it you want of me? " despite her caution, her eyes held that usual spark of curiosity in the face of something completely unknown to her. The only male she could remember ever bothering to speak to was completely absorbed in ever meager thing, to the point of ignoring her. This one, however, was quite focused on her, and it definitely wasn't in a good way.
Her claws kneaded slowly at the earth beneath her, showing no signs of looking for escape. She could see clearly she was out matched, and the only thing to do would be to see what it was he wanted.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 10:42 pm
A gentle smirk slid over his dark muzzle slowly, the golden spiderwebbing on his right cheek scrinched up so that the lines seemed to become one. The female was asking what he wanted when he had given her such a chance.
Witholding the shake of his head and the laughter that was want to bubble up deep within his dark chest, Inzondo took the smirk from his muzzle for her and settled down on the rock, his paws hanging over it so she could see the dangerously large claws that did his bidding with a gentle flick. At this angle she was close enough for him to flex one leg and have her in his grasp, large claws deep within her and with a bite strength that far surpassed a pridelander, the firekin was well within the propensity to destroy her right then.
"Well until I saw you you had been lunch. You may still be if I decide you're boring enough that you don't deserve to be anything else." Inzo purred, his voice almost a coo, though 'cooing' was far beyond his reach vocally.
His sharp eyes saw everything she did, from the way she moved her paws to the way her muscles moved beneath her rather interestingly marked fur. Should she move she would be dead within moments and he would be filling his belly. However, should she amuse him she stood a better chance of living longer.
Maybe.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 10:59 pm
Her head cocked to the side at that, stilling in her shifting. " You wish me to entertain you? " She asked slowly in that same calm, soft purr, eyes roaming over the claws in front of her. Shifting, very slowly so as not to entice him into attack, she settled down onto the ground, eying him warily. " What is it you find amusement in, large lion? "
She knew not what else to call him, and she certainly wasn't about to ask for an introduction. Despite her intelligence, she seemed oblivious to the fact that most everything she had done was quite amusing and baffling in her current situation. Faced with death, and who knew what other horrors, she was calmly resting on the ground, asking questions of her captor on what he liked.
She most certainly didn't want her life to end, but in her mind, everything she did was quite reasonable. Escape was impossible, and he requested an escape from boredom. Perhaps this would aleive her own boredom in the process?
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 11:49 pm
"I'd greatly like that." Inzondo responded, his eyes sparked for a moment, as if purely alive. His claws gouged deep holes into the rock he was sitting on as he watched her.
It wasn't just as he watched her that he was amused. It was as she breathed, as she moved, as she shifted, it was everything that made her alive when she should have been doused beneath the ferocity of his claws that were nearly as sharp as iron. This little female should have been dead by now, long dead, yet here she was.
"Now that's a good game, guess what would amuse me." Inzo sang out, his voice cackling even as he spoke. The dark black tail swished over the rock, sending a puff of dust up into the air for his efforts.
Of course for this female it could be over whenever he wanted, that was the beauty of prey. It didn't respect the life it had sometimes, just how quickly it could end when he felt like it. It was then that he decided he would see where this went. Hell, he wasn't that hungry. Maybe.... maybe just maybe, she could make it out of this alive.
Provided she played the right cards, and only he knew those cards at this time.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 9:01 pm
" I assume that should I have run, you would have been amused with the hunt.. But that did not turn out to be the case. " She kept her eyes trained on him at all times, not trusting to turn away.
" It would also likely amuse you, were I perhaps a bit older, to take me. But again, that is not the case. " She slowly slid to sit up from the ground, and move out of the shade of the rocky over hand to better see him. " As I am now, there is little amusement I can think for you to find in me, then again, I do not know you. "
Her tail lashed lightly across the ground in her agitation, fur ruffling out slightly. The young lioness found him no where near as amusing as he found her. He left her quite unsettled, and it was not a feeling she was enjoying.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 9:24 pm
"Well I'm sure that lunch is a fair amount of amusement to be paid for how much you've suddenly become annoying in the face of a game." Inzondo's voice ground from his muzzle the same way it always had. Harsh to the ear and deeper than it needed to be, almost like that of a cruel god.
Not that this was a god. No. The large black and gold lion was merely a tormenting soul that loved to live off the pain of others as if it were breakfast on a weary day.
Why in the world had she broken the game?
"You'd never know me little one. As it stands I'm much too old to bother staying around here with you for anything along the lines of 'that'. So unless I felt as if it were right to eat you I doubt very seriously you'd ever 'get to know me'. Even in the latter you'd only know the inside of my belly, though that'd be a form of course."
His eyebrows raised in amusement.
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Posted: Wed Feb 27, 2008 9:57 pm
Her eyes narrowed slightly, head tilting once more as she took in his words. " I suppose.. For the later, it would be quite difficult to swallow me whole, would it not? After all. I can not get to know your insides if I am not conscious and breathing to be aware of them. "
Slowly, her eyes ran over him. " For the earlier. I assume it would be difficult for a lion of your... age... to participate in such activities, yes? " She let a tut escape her, tail stilling as she became rather amused with the situation. Her sense of preservation was hardly strong enough to ignore such openings for 'observation'.
She lifted a paw, licking across it to begin grooming her fur back into order, her previous agitation leaving it a bit ruffled. It took only a moment, and done with her task, her focus returned to him. " Does the large, old lion have a name? " She asked, tone low and uninterested.
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 7:37 am
It would have been more amusing had she not continually called him old when the exact opposite was true. Sure he was three in the age of lions, thirty for sure, however he wasn't 'old'. Three was not an old age.
"Oh come now darling, you know with age comes experience. Your lack of such would make it a boring event for myself, that being the only reason I hold off from that as the only good thing females can do is either provide food, in one way or another, or give cubs. Your sex is marked by it's innadequacies."
this female in general had such a sharp tounge that she really was of little use to him. The thought that he could risk a witch hunt like Nyekundu's had been for the death of a Pridal lioness was all that kept him from eating her now. For truely she was better suited to be chunks of fizzling meat being dissolved by the heavy acid of his stomach.
Females wished to know to much about those they spoke to. The idea of it. Ugh.
"Would you wish to hear it little girl? I could tell yo, though it's useless to tell a female anything, you either forget it only moments later or you save it for later usage to fling into an argument. How could I be sure you wouldn't do the same in this situation given your type?"
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 8:31 pm
A smirk graced her lips, but she was quick to remove it, tail twitching in thought. " I will not forget it, I assure you... As for your second accusation. Well. I can not say that it will never be used against you, now can I? I am female, after all. "
Her last sentence was practically dipped in sarcasm and annoyance. He may be older, and more world wise than she was. But he was NOT a female, and had no grounds to comment on the gender as a whole. How could she not become riled up at such insensitive and shoganistic words!?
It was all she could do to hold back a growl. She wasn't too keen on giving any physical signs of anger. To threaten him could surely bring about her death. No, she would use her words, and nothing more.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 8:56 pm
"And why should I give you my name little one? You're the one demanding a name yet you've not given your own freely I see." Inzonodo offered out, rather than giving her his name.
If he gave her his name it would be spread throughout the pridelands. He had no intention of giving her such a powerful tool as a name when that could make or break any lion on the savannah. Any being, from a god down to a small meerkat could be killed and haunted by a name, gifted and blessed.
Neither of those things he wished for. None of the above in fact. Inzondo-mnyama was quite content to continue his life as he had before, travelling where he pleased because none knew of his canabalistic ways, none knew his name and none ever would. Not even the females he'd been with knew his name.
Only one and she was long since gone. A testament to why he would never give his name out so freely again.
Rolling a shoulder he sat up taller on the rock and sighed out gently. He wasn't tired, but he wasn't happy either.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 9:06 pm
Her ears perked up a moment, before flattening back, eying him closely. " Kibela. " She said, with little hesitation. " I offer it only for the name to haunt you, should I not survive this encounter. And I do not expect your name in return. You make it quite obvious you've no intention of speaking it to me. "
Her claws flexed into the dirt lightly, eyes finally shutting. He seemed less hostile than he had at first, but she could not let her guard down around something so dangerous. Slowly, her eyes opened to lock back onto his form.
Keeping her movements slow, she went into the soothing shade of another rock, one that did not currenly have a massive threat perched atop it like her previous spot.
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