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 Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 6:05 pm
The sun had already casted it's shadow upon the ground, rather it was the point of no shadow. The bright orb was overhead to caste barely any shadow at all, indicating noon, the animals were in their lunch frenzy and this lion was not willing to beat the rush. Zeki yawned as he rolled out of his den, waking up after his second nap after the early morning run. Daily routines were still kept up even if they missed a key part; his father. One should stay in shape to attract the females, at least that was how he was taught.
The adolescent strolled between Pride Rock, Uncle Ezeoha's den, his own den [the half way point between the two], and the boarder. Constantly throughout the day he would make these trips several times before retiring to his den. Sounds dull, but someone has to cross his path and it was perfect times to strike up a conversation of sorts. Goddess of Souls, Goddess of Lightning, Goddess of the Earth's Womb, and all sorts of pretty females. He was quite lucky in that area too.
Stretching himself on a warmed stone surface that overlooked parts of the savanna, he rested himself under the shade of a tree that loomed over. A good rest to recoup was in order. The Pride Lands were full of life as always and it seemed like it was getting along just well. If only his father was around to talk to...
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 6:14 pm
Aziza was avoiding her mother's lessons again, which was harder than it might sound. She not only had to keep away from her mother, but from her older brothers too. They'd drag her back for sure! The pale adolescent dashed through the grasses, running low to the ground just in case. If all anyone could catch a glimpse of was the gold of her ears and back, they might not pay particular attention - it wasn't an uncommon color amongst Pridelanders, after all. Not like her old nanny's mate, who was shockingly blue. That kind of color had to be a dead giveaway.
Gaze darting every which way, and ears perked to catch every sound, Ziza soon slowed to a more casual-looking lope rather than the run of a fugitive. The more normal she could look, the better!
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 6:27 pm
The sound of abnormally rustling grass caused a flicker of the ear. Soon, the scent made him life his head. A crimson gaze spread across the savanna before him and sure enough his eye found something rather suspicious. Two small gold objects were moving across the tall grasses, at least that was what he could see from where he was. Though, curiosity always got the better of him, he made his way down to confront this... thing. This... female.
"What do you think you're doing? Running around like that?"
He called out, his tone nowhere near seriousness as the laugh that ended it was a clear indication. He purred as loud as he could to show her he had no intention of harming her. He could not see her, but perhaps she would come toward him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 6:39 pm
At the sound of an unfamiliar voice, Aziza pulled to a halt, looking in the direction from which at had come with a furrowed brow. Was he...was he laughing at her? He didn't even know her! That made it even worse than it would have been if the same thing had come from one of her brothers.
"Well that's none of your damn business, is it?" she snapped, paws planted stubbornly on the spot where she stood.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 6:44 pm
"Hey, I was only kidding, I was hoping the little chuckle would have made it clear that I wasn't trying to be threatening..." he rubs the back of his head only to feel the mane that had started to grow more and more as days passed. It seems this female wasn't going to show too much respect to him. Regardless, she was a female and she deserved as much as he could give her. It was how he worked, always has.
"I guess it isn't my business to know what you are doing, perhaps it was the worst possible greeting I could think of at the moment," he gave a more sheepish chuckle this time.
"My name's Ezekiel, Zeki if you like, you are a Pride Lander right?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 6:53 pm
"I don't like being made fun of," she huffed, as much because of what he'd said as because she'd mistaken the intention...not that she was going to admit to that. Stubborn to a fault, Aziza had yet to learn humility. At the rate she was going, she probably never would, and that was just fine by her.
"Ziza." The lashing of her tail slowed slightly as her initial objection began to fade. "Yeah, I'm a Pridelander." She simply assumed the same of him - he had the right sort of look.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 7:00 pm
"Now, what is a pretty girl running from? I could only assume a horde of males," he laughed, again out of jest but abruptly stopped. "Sorry, didn't mean to laugh, again the business is not mine to know. At least, know that as a fellow pride member, I'm here to help ya if you need it."
Zeki smiled and laid himself down to show her again that he meant no harm. Sort of a way of submission toward her.
"I guess you can't take a little break from your fleeing to talk to me?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 7:10 pm
In a split second, Aziza was one the defensive again, ears flat and tail lashing in agitation. How...how dare he call her girl! She wasn't just some girl, and she wasn't pretty either! Couldn't anyone ever understand that?
"I don't see why I should," she groused. "You're just a boy, after all." Take that!
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 7:22 pm
"So? I'm a boy, I can play rough, I can fight, I do whatever you want me to," he only smirked and puffed a bit. Just to show her what he meant he strutted a few before crouching low.
"What about you? Are you one of those tough girls who can beat us boys?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 7:29 pm
"I'm not one of those anything," she asserted, oblivious to any innuendo in his initial comment. Head held arrogantly high, Aziza continued haughtily, "But I can sure as hell beat you. You can bet your tail on that!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 7:33 pm
"Perhaps not my tail, but I am willing to bet. How about I offer you a den to sleep in tonight, will that suffice? Away from the family, to get out on your own," Perhaps she might have precieved that as an invitation for a mating or something. Jeez, he was not gonna do anything of the sort! He was too young! He was still an adolescent, until his mane was full grown out, he was not gonna have such actions with any female regardless of who she was. He only offered his den as a place to stay to certain few, those who wanted to get away from others, a place for those who wanted to just have a place to rest. A few rogues have stayed and gone and he was happy to let them. It was only a generous offer in a form of a bet...
"Name your game if you accept my wager."
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 7:40 pm
"Why would I want to hang out with you?" He was just a boy, after all! And who wanted to hang out with boys when they were being a pain in the a**? ...which seemed to be every boy, lately.
Still, one boy was better than several, especially when those several were her brothers, and the family den meant her mother as well. Aziza had never avoided her family into the night before, she'd always gone home.
"Fine. Wrestling, then. If I lose, I'll.." Uh-oh. What did she have to bet? "I'll hunt down your dinner!" He didn't have to know she was terrible at hunting. Besides, she wasn't going to lose, so it didn't matter anyway!
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 7:45 pm
"And I lose, I'll groom you, hunt for you, and you may take my warm spot in my den for the night. A full service package," he wasn't gonna lose. Perhaps. Then again, he wasn't one to hit girls but this one seemed like she wanted to fight, she wanted to prove herself. If he held back, he would only be disappointing her.
"Spice the deal up a little and we may see," He pounces at her with sheathed claws. Zex would rather not hurt her, a female and a pride member. "We can talk as we -swipe- go!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 7:59 pm
Full service? Spice the deal up? What was it with this guy and his weird bets? Mildly annoyed by her confusion, it only served to make her that much more ready to fight him. First he called her a girl and laughed at her, then called her a girl again, and then he was confusing! He so deserved to get his butt kicked.
"I'll skip the grooming." The response came out half-growled as she crouched, ready to pounce of be pounced. Be pounced it was, and Aziza took the impact by going down, initiating the typical rolling that came with wrestling. The rough-and-tumble adolescent boxed hard at Ezekiel with her paws.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 8:04 pm
"A meal," he threw a few swipes and snap of his jaws, one purposely missing her chin and neck. "A place to spend the night," a few more swipes and a snarl as he snapped his jaws, this time was actually aiming for her chin this time. "Or nights. Get away from the family and everything, just only have me to contend with," after a few rolls, growls, snarls, he sudden found himself on the bottom.
Wide eyed, he never expected this to happen, at least not this soon, he was hardly started! With well placed paw, he pushed to continue their little. . . game.
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