RP Log between Felyn and DarkFireAngel
Majiya'Mvua and Kinga
Majiya'Mvua and Kinga
The form of the stormy-coated rogue male made its way through the thick grass of the savannah, pink eyes swiveling in every direction possible. It was a hard job, hunting these days. Not only did he have to hunt down more food than usual, he also had to be quicker about it. He felt uncomfortable leaving Rhemi alone for too long, especially given the fact that they were out in rogue lands. She was currently hiding in some bushes, waiting for him to come back, but the fact that the recent storm had sent a lot of prey into their nesting areas wasn't contributing very easily to his hunt.
"Damn it," he hissed under his breath, stopping still as he came to an area where the grass was worn away. He was willing to bet there had been a herd of something here before - it was just his luck that they had moved on. His tail lashed angrily behind him as he sat down, eyes narrowed on the horizon. He really wasn't being very much of a father to the girl, but he was doing everything he could. How was he supposed to control the animals?
It was amusing to note that poor Kinga was having similar trouble; fact was, she was used to being a social animal and she'd suddenly found herself on her lonesome. Her dead mother was... well, obviously no longer there. Her sibblings had gone away and the only pack she'd spotted had been a bit too bland for her tastes. Thus on her own again, she'd found herself. alone and... well, on her own. Hunting was getting difficult; granted her brown pelt gave her an advantage, but her temper and her small size gave her enough trouble. In a pack it wouldn't have been so bad.
Size was of no concern if you had numbers. Alas, she needed numbers, and the more time that passed, the more she was aware of this; pack animals needed to hunt in packs. All alone, she was hardly a 'pack'. She'd have looked for a mate, granted, but... her ego would not let her confirm that she NEEDED help.
Thus was how she suddenly, more or less, stumbled across the blune-tinged male. She'd been sniffing a herd's scent, tracking it down for a whole day when suddenly, she looked to her right, and there he was, sitting down. She'd been tracking down the heard so intently she'd hardly nocited her surroundings. Instead of asking him for help (god forbid!) she did the best thing that came to mind; she glared at him, a low growl rumbling in her chest.
Maji's gaze shifted slowly towards the female, noticing her out of the corner of his eye even before she began to growl. The growl itself made him quirk an eyebrow, though he sat there silently for a few moments. A lone female, smaller than he was, and obviously looking for her own food. She was going to growl at him, dare the challenge? It wasn't that Maji was cocky, really, but more or less that he knew the odds. A large male versus a smaller female typically meant that the male won. There were rare occasions, sure, but he was very aware that he needed to get back to Rhemi and that itself would have spurred him onward if nothing else.
Perhaps that was why he simply shook his head as he watched her, his stance unthreatening, his eyes amused. He shifted to look at her better, that lone brow still quirked in her direction. "What, are you going to fight me over imaginary food?" he asked, voice calm, though the look on his face was a touch mocking. Sure, he didn't want to fight, but being who he was, he couldn't help picking at her. He waved his paw at the empty clearing, a shrug on his shoulders, "go ahead. Have at it. Best Imaginary meat for miles."
Regardless of the fact she knew, deep down, that a fight would see her wrong, the small female seemed unwilling to back down from whatever high horse she'd escaled; in fact, she growled deeper for a moment before snorting, then looking away. Oh, she knew she was small, but she also knew she was stubborn and perseberant. What she lost in size, she gained in sheer pigheadedness. She'd, in fact, not yet lost a fight.
Then again, that also had to do with the fact she'd not HAD many, and well... her oponents hadn't really been fighting for their lives and had deemed leaving the smaller, easily-bristled female alone. She knew that some smaller animals, like the honey badgers, were not critters most pedators picked on, for though they were small... they were extremely dangerous in the way they fought; they fought all out and never once backed down.
Kinga was similar in that way; never would she had backed away from anything. In a way it was foolish, in another brave. It was a matter of which side outweighted which; the results were still to be told by the story of her life, "Not imaginary, you big moron; can't you even track down your own food?" if his stance was just a touch mocking, hers was entirely as she turned to him, talking as if the male were the biggest idiot she'd ever laid eyes on, "The trail is there; I'm telling ou to back. Off." she snorted before narrowing her eyes, and then, just as she was about to leave, she hesitated.
Her stance disolved, and her features, which had been wrinkled up into that threatening growl, vanished. The spark seemed to leve her eyes as she turned her head, her noe wiggling mildly in the air.
A pup.
Swiftly, she turned to stare at the male.
He chuckled at her words, ears drooping slightly at her mocking but his face staying the same calm mask. He pushed himself up onto his paws, glancing in the direction he knew that herd had gone, but he simply shook his head. "I'm afraid they are as good as imaginary, at least for me, because I don't have the time to track them down," he shrugged, eyes glimmering as he glanced back towards her, "but you can feel free to spend the next two days trying to catch up with them." He shrugged, turning his attention back the way that he had come. He needed to at least find Rhemi something to eat - he could go a little longer without food. There was probably a hare's den around here somehwere.
His eyes shifted back to the female as he felt her eyes on him, a brow quirking yet again. He wasn't going after the food she wanted, so they no longer had a conflict of interest, and he had given her the leave to go ahead and pursue the herd to her heart's content. Was there a reason that she was still staring at him? Did she think he looked particularly tastey? The last thought almost made him laugh, though he choked it down at the last moment. Instead, he turned his body back to face hers, tail waving slowly behind him.
"Is there something else you need?" he asked with raised eyebrows, watching her intently. He really did need to check on Rhemi to make sure she was alright before he went to find those rabbits. Of course, it didn't occur to him that the female would have picked up her scent.
Still she stared at him, however, slowly, the creases came back and her eyes narrowed; where she could smell the scent of pup on him, she could not scent a female nearby. Blinking, she turned her head about, peering here and there and everywhere before her gaze focused back on the male, her lips arched in a silent snarl, however, it died down again, confussion washing over her.
Her tail, which had remain high up, arched in a way that seemed to exume confidance and rank, lowered, then wagged a few times before it settled into a less threatening pose, "You have a pup," it was not a question; it was a statement, as if she were waiting for him to confirm, and then, lifting her head, she sniffed again, "And no mate; how come a male has a pup, and no mate."
He watched her go through the changes, the narrowed eyes, the tail changing from position to position. He simply stood there, however, unmoved by her - or at least doing a good job of appearing so. Deep down, even he didn't appreciate being verbally challenged, nor did he feel comfortable with it. It was always easier, as far as he had seen, not to agitate the fire of someone so eager to fight by biting back with more words. He settled for the aloof mockery because that always seemed to make some of them go away without a problem - that, and it was just who he was.
Of course, his aloofness came to a grinding halt as she pointed out that he had a pup. His eyes widened just barely before he schooled them back to the right size, and his jaw clenched as he fought back a response about how it was absolutely none of her bloody business. Instead, he shrugged, glancing off in the direction of the little girl. "Because she's not my daughter," he said finally, then turned his gaze back onto the other female, "I have adopted her because she was lost and homeless, but I have no mate and she has no one to be a mother." It had never bothered him that he didn't have a mate, or that he was raising her alone. Sure, sometimes it was hard, but he loved Rhemi no matter what. He'd raise her the best he could.
Confussions seemed to pounc through her further more at the relevation; never once did she seem to think he was, perhaps, telling her a lie. Oh no, Kinga knew it was the truth. She'd seen the way his eyes had widened and the way he'd looked away from her, as if to hide the fact he had something akeen to a heart, "Why're you looking away?" a pause as she female tilted her head to one side, her tail giving a mild wag before it dropped entirely into a calm, swaying pose, "Why're you looking away from my eyes when you tell me this? It can't very well be that you're embarrased by the fact, can it?" sniffling the air again, she arched a brow, "So you're NOT a typical brave-bold-Imma-eat-the-world male. So insead you're a good samaritan that picks up lil orphans. Huh." she seemed mildly amused by this, mildly interested and then.... partly concerned.
The female stared at him a while longer, then took a step in his direction, and then another, her frame almost waiting for an attack; mothers with pup could be extremely overprotective, and if this male had taken charge of a pup, he was, in a way, more acting like a mother than a father, as far as she was concerned.... which meant he could get violent, "Can't do it right, you know. Pups need a mother. It's the way of nature. Fathers are... not as ncesary; why're you going through the trouble?" she nodded slightly at him then.
He frowned at her slightly at her accusations, his tail wavering behind him slowly as he thought. He wasn't embaressed that he had to take care of Rhemi - no, most of the time he was too busy trying to make sure she was ok to be embaressed or upset. "I'm not embaressed," he said finally, bright pink eyes narrowing on her face, "I wasn't looking away because I didn't want to look into your eyes - I looked towards where I left her." He nodded, slowly, and glanced in that direction again, "It's worry that makes me do it, not shame." If he was anything, it certainly was embaressed or ashamed. He loved Rhemi - and he would raise her the best her could.
"I can too," he said with a bit of a growl on his tone, eyes flashing as he turned back to look at her. His tail lashed at this point, angry that she even dare insinuate incompetence. "She's old enough that she doesn't need her mother's milk anoymore, and I can do everything for her now that a mother could," he said, the anger still there. Sure, he struggled from time to time, but that's because he was a lone dog trying to take care of a little girl when his kind typically stayed in packs. She wasn't hurt, or sad, and her growth certainly wasn't stunted - in fact, Rhemi was usually happy now. He was doing the best he could, and they were getting by just fine. "Besides, she needs me, and I can't leave her out here to die."
"Really?" her head tilted the other way then, following the pattern; if anything, the small female was interested. Curiouser and curiouser as far as she was concerned; she'd believed, for a long while now, that male really couldn't be trusted with child-care, but then again, that probably had to do with the fact her mother had raised her, and her sibblings alone. She'd never had a father figure, and never once did her mother talk about him. It was posible he'd died, or perhaps he'd left, it was hard to tell, and regardless, it didn't make a diference, "Really now," she spoke again, the same word, as if trying, perhaps, to understand the current situation, "Yet the fact you've just told me where she is signals the fact you're a lousy father; if I had violent intents, which I don't, but could stil be a posibility, I'd know exactly where to run to. And whereas you have the bulk, pal, I am smaller, more agile and faster than you, I'd wager, what with the fact I weight less. If not lousy, it's dumb. Ain't that the kettle calling the pot black right there," she chuckled darkly as she sat down, her tail swishing over the floor.
"Can't teach her the basics!" she snapped right back at him, her muzzle pointed at him, "Can't teach her things a fmale could because aparently, she's female, and females need a female to learn from, you big oaf!" she snorted at this point and then sat back to ponder, "Ain't telling you to abandon the child. Telling you to look for help, dummy," and that's when she frowned, bcause oh, if he hadn't been the the pot calling the kettle back moments ago, she sure was right now.
A long pause followed then before she lifted her head, "I need help," because, after all, it'd been true, and where her ego got in the way before, noting the fact she was being foolish by not admiting to it was a far worse feeling.
