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 Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 4:51 pm
Akin to a cub soemtimes inhis way of thinking the soft yellow male chased a blue and black butterfly through the long brittle stems of the savannah grasses, his deep dark orange eyes fixed happily upon the colourful bug. He could never catch the butterfly, even if he had wanted to, he just liked to chase them to see them fly to watch their pretty colours. In a way it was one of the few things he really enjoyed in life, though serving women was his ultimate goal in life, watching butterflies was his simple joy.
If anyone was watching of course, they would see a very large, very custard yellow lion galavanting through the dry grass, it was quite a funny sight to see, his dark mane flying askew about those thick set shoulders.
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 10:56 pm
First, however, was the ritual of washing that Tenne took part of every so often during the day. Her pink tongue slide roughly against the white digits of her paws, cleaning them of dirt and stains they had acquired earlier or at least maybe an hour before - white was such a pain to keep clean and she needed to keep herself looking presentable least anyone actually glance upon her. For shame someone seen her dirty! The thought sent a small shiver down her spine, making her take a pause in washing her paw and her tail's slow swish to halt.
This at least gave her a chance to raise her gaze for half a second, enough time to notice a rather bright colored lion with contrasting black mane and markings .. chasing something rather small. The lioness returned her gaze forward from then on, her own orange eyes squinting and following the other as he followed after a small little insect. Tenne snorted and rolled her eyes after a few moments of watching him.
.... moron.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2007 6:22 am
The scent of a female caught his nose like a jackhammer and he not only stopped, he plummetted to earth with a thud. He always seemed to manage to get caught galavanting by females, he would get in to trouble if they told his mistresses he was playing instad of working.
Peering out through the dry grassy fronds, his deep orange eyes wavered in a watery manner. "Uh..uhm..s..s..s.ssorry ma'am..I d..d..didn't mean to di..di..disturb you." He swallowed loudly, his gulp very audible. He recognised a thorough female when he saw one, one whom knew how to care for herself whom spent hours grooming her coat.
Compared to him she was a dazzling ray of light, not that he was dirty but certainly he was always a little manic looking, he didn't have time to spend hours on his soft yellow coat so the odd fleck of dirt often marred his fur.
The cleanliness made him rather more nervous, he had a mistress int he mast whom was very clean and she had been very festedious in her punishments. He had clearly disturbed the pale female fropm her grooming ritual and there fore expected something soft and rather spikey to come his way. Why did he always get caught playing when he was supposed to be out hunting? You'd htink after all this time he would learn.
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2007 8:20 pm
Hm, had she just caught him doing something he wasn't supposed to, she mused to herself as she watched him in a slivered gaze. Judging from his reaction and stuttered tone, perhaps she had. Tenne merely shrugged the apology off, returning to her washing as he front paw was still raised from her previous pausing. Her eyes slide closed again as she allowed them to fall into a small patch of silence.
"Whatever..." She sighed after a moment, finally finished with those last few remaining licks. Opening her eyes to slits once again she turned her attention to her still raised paw and flexed her digits apart to examine her claws. "Not like it was really that disturbing to watch a grown lion chase after something so fleeting ~" The lioness continued in a sardonic tone.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 4:39 am
The soft yellow male twitched uncomfortably wondering if infact the some what snotty reply was simply a cover, was he going to get his ears clipped any way? Licking his lips he peered through the grass nervously clearing his throat and tossing his mane from his deep orange orbs.
Swallowing hard he took it, for once, upon himself to question. "A..a..are you sh..sh..sure?" He wriggled his ears his tail lashing about, he had to double check that this female wasn't going to go to Kiuma and tell her that he wasn't doing what he was supposed to be doing.
"I uh..uhm..just well.." He stutters, he was trying to think up a good excuse to give the female for chasing the butterfly, he knew there wasn't a sensible one, and his slow brain couldn't think up an excuse quickly enough. "I uhm..very s..s..sorry pl..ple..please don't t..t.ttell the Mmmmistresses.."
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 1:44 am
Her first clear response, though really if he were paying attention, trying not to scare himself to death and able to see from where he was peering at her, was a simple roll of her eyes. Tenne continued to remain aloof to the situation and nonchalant as she lowered her paw to the ground and turned her still slitted gaze upon his troubled form. The female mulled him over, just peering at him herself before huffing and rolling her eyes once again.
The orange tuff of her tail flicked slightly, picking up a little bit of dirt to settle on a few of the strands and now riddling itself with a new collection she would soon have to clean off sometime later. "Really, how am I going to tell this mistress of yours when I don't even know who she is?" She replied in a similar manner as before, it was an honest answer besides not giving a flip if the female even found out. No skin off her bones after all.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 11:13 am
The reply to his question almost infinately baffled the soft yellow male. How indeed would she know who his mistresses were? A smile played on his maw and for a moment he forgot himself and stood up "Whoop!" his voice echoed over the grasses and a small herd of antilope not too far away galloped away. He cringed, well there went the easy meal. He'd have to hunt further now. He shrugged, and looked at Tenne sheepishly, though he quikly bowed his head once again.
"I..i..i'm v..v..very sorry ma'am..is..is..is there any..any..anything I can d..d..do to appologise for any in..in..inconvenience?" He stuttered, in his mind he'd still dissobayed and although this female was not his mistress, he still had to show her the right kind of respect.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 2:57 pm
Mymy, how his mood seemed to swing within minutes. The white female had leaned back from his exclamation, her ears flattened and her scrutinizing gaze turned to glaring; though it was hard really to tell since it wasn't much of a change. Loud, annoying and obnoxious and he had most likely scared away any small creature or possible meals within so many yards.
And then he turned back to his groveling self within minutes oh his joyous whooping. It made her sigh, agitated and once again annoyed. Had the male no pride or esteem for himself? Though ... this could be used as an advantage, something she would gladly exploit. A small smile spread across her maw, adding to the glare that only made Tenne look a bit menacing. "Well, you can start by not doing that again ... trying to hunt for anything will be troublesome now and if I don't find something, you'll be to blame and I'll come hunt you down and make you get something for me." She told him in an icy manner, running the tips and claws of her recently cleaned paws across the ground.
"As for now, I can't really think of anything for you to compensate me with, unless you wish to go get me a meal now. Or perhaps we can settle an IOU ... and I'll come track you down." Oh, she would make it out of her way to find him, to make him settle something even if so trivial. Her smile spread, eying him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 10:43 am
The custard yellow male cowered for a moment as he listened to the female speak of IOU's and hewr tracking him down. Should she track him down she would undoubtedly inform his mistress of his wrong doings. Of his upsetting another female almost willingly as he had gallevanted instead of hunted, like he was supposed to.
It always took a long time for Lizas mind to formulate a plan of action, he was slow witted though this was mainly because he let others do the thinking for him. He had no want though for this female to inform his mistress of what he had been doing so it was that he decided upon a plan.
"I..c..c..Can hunt for you mistress...I'll br..br..bring you what ever you wish t..t..to eat." He swallowed hard, a nervous shudder running down his spine. he was good at tracking and though it would take him a little time, he could find anything given the chance.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 3:06 pm
Tenne remained silent as Liza took his moment to think, she could almost see the little mouse run on its wheel in his head, trying to think of the rouse of action to take. He seemed frightened by the prospect of her coming to track him down or the idea of having a debt to be paid, it only brought a larger grin that denied to falter when he insisted to pay her back now.
"Well, if you really insist," She sighed in an exhausted way, "though, I'm really unfamiliar with the prey that can be found around here and I'm not really sure of how hungry I am or how much I want to carry along with me ...." The white lioness played up her undesire for food, really she wasn't all that hungry right now. A free meal was a free meal after all.
"Unless, you can think of something else to compensate for the time being? Hm?" Presents and shiny things were always worthwhile, she was a female and had always wanted small trinkets to wear around her neck or other appendages. There were other favors too ....
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 9:27 am
Twitching his small ears amongst his mane the pale male, his long silky mane pressed to the ground cleared his throat. "I'm af..af..afraid I dd..don't own any..any..anything miss..jjjust my cl..cl..claws." He manages unsheathing his long black talons to show her his 'goods'. he knew of nothing more he could do except to hunt for her but perhaps she had a better suggestion?
"I'll d..d..do what ever you a..a..ask of me mmiss." He stutters his eyes turned to the ground. "J..jjust pl..please l..llet me co..co..compensate yyou for your t..t..time."
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 10:52 am
"You're really going to have to learn to speak without stuttering." Tenne sighed disdainfully, "It's almost impossible to understand you." And really, did this male have no pride? He had been cowering for most of the conversation, leaving any possibilities of her requesting that kind of compensation totally out the window. Well, for now. Tenne's orange eyes continued to glare down at him for a moment and picked up to look at the lands around her.
"Your claws might be nice, but I'm not in the mood to get all messy and where would that leave you? I'm not that cruel to leave missing something that could later aid them in survival." Again, she sighed, eyes skyward. This was getting a bit ridiculous.
"How about I let you off easy?" Since she was growing tiresome of this whole thing now, "how about you direct me to the nearest waterhole .... and if I ever see you again, you bring me something nice. That work?" Her gaze had returned to him, a little less glaring and a little more demanding agreement with eyes boring into him and one quirked brow. Her white tail flicked across the ground a few times as she waited for his response.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 2:49 am
Lizas tail beat the ground hapily, at last a compromise! He breathed a heavy sigh of releif as he gave a slow cumbersome nod. "I'm s..s..sory ma'am..it's ssomething I jjust can't gget rid of." his eyes shifted to the ground and he bowed low his dark orange orbs lifting meekly.
"Ththe nnearest water hhole is that wway ma'am." He pointed without hesitation, if nothing else the big dull witted lion knew where things where it was his job to know these things so he could asist females if they required.
Grinning sheepishly he gave a quick sucsession of nods. "YYes ma'am If I ssee you again, Ill ffetch you something nnnice!" He beamed, he had gotten off lightly, at least his mistress would not find out his faults.
he waited for another moment before taking a step backwards never taking his eyes off of tenne. "I..I'll jjust get gugugoing ththen?" He swallowed he didn't usually ask to be dismissed he usually waited to be told he could go but he felt eagre to be away from the potential trouble he had galavanted in to.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 12:38 pm
Tenne hummed to herself, letting her gaze linger in the direction the yellow and black lion pointed towards. It didn't seem too far and seemed to be in a decent location to perhaps also take a nap without being bothered. "That'll do." She simply replied, turning back to Liza. "And be sure you do, its offsetting to listen to a male with such a speak pattern." How he would ever find someone for himself was really beyond her.
The white lioness as well paused, arcing a brow again at the silence that swept in, wondering what he was expecting of her. Did he desire a dismissal or perhaps wondered if she would ask him something else, or perhaps try to keep up a conversation. At his question, her brow tried with all its might to go higher but as it was it wouldn't be possible. What was with this male? "Yes, you may go." She was awfully confused, was he afraid or perhaps lived in a female dominated society - oh, how delightful! Whatever the reason, Tenne wasn't sure she was so willing to find out; part of her still didn't really care but it was still something to ponder over.
Shaking thoughts out of her head, Tenne rolled her eyes and turned to the direction she had been pointed to. "Have a good day ~" She decided to call to him, out of good measure, as she made her ways away.
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