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 Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 1:59 pm
Umlilo was not much a family lion, and was happy to escape hers for a short while. With so many siblings she would inevitably be tracked down, and it was not that she intended not to go back.. but with her mother's attitude and the way some of her sisters acted.. well, Lilo was almost happy to get away. It was a very bright and warm day, but there was no wind. Because of this, and her intense lack of imagination (or desire to even try such a thing at the moment), Lilo was merely sitting out on the sandy dunes. She was not too far from the pride, never daring to leave the pride's land.
Very quiet, the cub did her best to make a deep, solid and well-formed paw print in the sand. She'd made quite the little path leading to where she was, but none of them were nice paw prints. Lilo kept a perfectly straight, apathetic face as she kept trying but kept pulling her paw to the side just before lifting it up. She couldn't seem to get it just right.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 2:32 pm
The black and orange juvenile was very much so a family lion and rarely left his mother's or sister's side, but it seemed to him that as his sister made friends he did not, so he was determined to make a friend of the same age, that was not a slave or one of those nasty non traditionalists his mother spoke of. He wandered the sands confidently riciting a story he was trying very hard to commit to memory, he kept however screwing up the ending and would have to ask his mother what the ending was.
"And Finar-si..she..oh gosh, I'll never get it right," he grumbled and decided it was best not to dwell on it, he would always have his mother to help him with it. As he abandoned his story Wakia noticed a trail of paw prints, this was it his big break!
He started to follow the paw prints quickly sliding through the dunes and running towards the outcome, he stopped when he was higher up than the new lion and watched as the red creature sat. Not a slave, he thought, who ever they are they are red and black.
"Hello?!" He questioned loudly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 2:40 pm
Mid-swipe, Lilo froze with her front leg pressed tensely against the sand as she heard someone call out to her, caught just before what she was sure would be her very last try, for she was about to get it just right. She did not stay still long before turning her bright blue eyes out to see who had called out. Had she been found by a sister? No, it didn't sound like any of them- it didn't sound familiar at all. One glance back at the larger cub was enough to prove that much. He was black, which wasn't all too unfamiliar, but his mane was very, very bright.
"Hello," she answered, though not nearly as loud as him. If he wanted to hear her properly, he would have to come down to her, it looked like.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 2:52 pm
Wakia grunted and slid down the side of the dune, taking out many of Lilo's malformed pawprints, the sand he kicked up clinging to his fur causing the black to seem a dusty grey. He was quite pround of his looks, he was told he looked perfectly like both his mother and father. His ego was large like many Firekins and his mother had stroked it making him feel very important indeed, his ego was what caused him to speak up to her.
"It's not very nice to not greet someone with as much enthusiasm as they greet you with," he barked boldly and quickly lost his nerve, "I'm...erm..Wakia, sorry?" He gave her a fake apologetic look as he continued to walk closer to her.
Now standing beside her he realized she was infact a girl, and younger than he.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 2:59 pm
Watching the dark stranger slide down to her level and approach her to continue the conversation, she was reminded of her sister Wakia even before he introduced himself- but the introduction (and apology) immediately set him apart from her delightful sibling. It set him apart from the whole lot of them.
Lilo was not generally a very enthusiastic cub, but didn't bother to tell Wakia that. She did, however, show a bit of confusion at the immediate change in his tone of voice as he apologized.
"Hello, I'm Umlilo," she introduced herself, commenting rather plainly, "I've never seen anyone like you before. You're very.. bright."
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 9:34 am
"I'm not sure what to say to that," he tilted his head to the side and smiled at her, "I've never been called bright before, maybe intelligent, but never bright." He may have the budding ego of a firekin, but he was still a child who was suffering from constant self doubt.
"Umlilo, it's nice to meet you, I can't say you're very bright though, you're a nice shade of red," he murmured happily and his bright yellow eyes danced back and forth trying to tell if the female's voice seamed dull because she thought he was dull or because she just did not want to be around another.
Wakia gulped and thought that perhaps it was his social skills that were lacking and he wanted to ask her but held back any questions until he could feel her out further.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 8:40 pm
Umlilo did not realize how ambiguous her comment had been, it was not often she had a great deal of small talk- she felt quite detached from her family after all. She was about to comment when he continued, complimenting her fur and proving that he had indeed interpreted what she had said correctly. At the compliment, though, she finally cracked a smile. Savitri was very concerned about her appearance, but otherwise no one seemed to think too much about her own fur. Her sisters were much brighter, even Waka stood out more.
"The rest of my family is much brighter red," she said with a shrug, "Very royal-red, I guess. No orange, though." Her blue eyes moved up to Wakia's growing mane, then back to Wakia's eyes and the orange around them. Lilo was not very social, but she was curious enough and wasn't about to pick a fight with someone bigger than her. Besides, he seemed nice enough.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 10:41 am
Wakia smiled happily at the thought that there were not many other orange lions around the great desert. Obviously his father must look something like him, he surely did not look too much like his mother.
"I think the duller color is prettier, it's more.." he scrambled for the word with in the cave he called his brain and produced, "rare, your color isn't like everyones, so it's special."
"Are you royalty?" His yellow eyes widened in excitement, she had said royal red, which could be taken as her family was the color of royalty, or that they had the royal blood within them, Wakia was not sure which one to choose so he waited anxiously for her to answer.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 11:01 am
Lilo blinked, somewhat surprised by his comment, and looked down at her paw where the dark red met the black around her leg. It was true that she did not seem many lions around with such dark colors, not this dark of red anyway. She'd seem some black, like Waka.. and now Wakia.. and others wandering around.
"Thank you," she mumbled, looking back up just in time to see his excited expression as he caught the meaning of what she had said about her family being royal-red. With a smug grin, she gave a light nod, "My mother is one of the King's daughters."
She didn't have to like her mother much, but that much she could be proud of.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 4:01 pm
Wakia's eyes widened until it seemed they would pop right out of his head and roll around collecting sand particles, but of course they did not he stared at her with his large yellow orbs and his mouth gaping. Royalty, right in front of me? He questioned mentally, how interesting, and how much did he want to ask her about what it felt like, being royalty is like having Finar-si's blood boiling through your veins.
He bowed his head to her, "Umlilo, it is a real honor meeting someone with your heritage," he murmured in a voice and with wisdom that seemed to be far past his current age. He recalled seeing a few of the royals, but never one that looked her shade of red, for a moment he questioned her story, but doubt and lying was something that was not yet placed within his thought capacity, why would one firekin lie to another?
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 4:11 pm
Lilo's smug smile only deepened at the look on Wakia's face when she said who her family was. Only perk of being in her family, she supposed. Royalty really meant something to the lions of the pride, though Lilo had no idea just how far the royal line went. In truth, many of the pride's lions had royal blood in them.
"You'd never know, where I look more like my father," she said, "We all look quite a bit like him, I'd say, just looking at fur." Shape-wise, Lilo might more resemble her mother, but she would never know that.
"Who are your parents?" she asked curiously, as they were on this topic.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 4:18 pm
Wakia had taken the size of his firekin blood and was quite large for a lion his age. The devastating truth that his father was not a firekin would probably cause Wakia to take his own life. So when thinking about his parents the large juvenile did not quite know how to respond.
"I am the son of Ripuka, our storyteller, and from her I get my love of stories, I am the son of a great firekin lion, but he is a traveler, I look a lot like him, I get my brains from her, and my looks from him." He smiled smugly back at her, she may be royal but he also had a great blood line, he was sure of it.
"How many siblings do you have?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2008 4:28 pm
Lilo's smugness waned as the conversation continued, for there was less reason to remain smiling smugly. She was slowly returning to a more apathetic expression, though compared to before.. if one looked close she did look a little more cheery. The name of his mother sounded familiar to her, but the description of a great firekin traveler.
"I've never heard of any firekins living away from the pride," she commented, though she quickly realized how impossible this would be. No, she'd merely not heard of any great roaming firekins.
"I have four sisters," Lilo answered very blandly, obviously not caring much to discuss them, "What about you?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 10:49 am
"I don't know why he travels, Mama says he is a great man and that is all that matters to me," he nodded matter-o-factly. Four sisters! He wondered sometimes what it would be like to have a large amount of litter mates, five sisters sounds like it would be a drag though, even her having four seemed like it would be hard to impress your mother with your knowledge with four others to compete for attention with.
"I just have a sister, Jua, she's my best friend, she gets out a lot more than I do," he laughed, Jua was more social, and thus he wanted to be like her in that respect.
"Does it ever get hard to get your mama or daddy's attention with that many siblings?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2008 11:25 am
"Oh," Lilo hummed quietly when he said that the only thing that mattered to him was that his mother said he was a great lion. She supposed some might be able to take their mother's word exactly as she says it, but Lilo had her doubts about her own mother. It was almost ironic that he should ask about her sisters competing for attention.
"It might get hard if I tried to get their attention, I suppose," she said honestly, drawing herself up importantly and now not caring to give out this particular personal information. They'd only just met after all, "I don't need them."
Simple explanation, only part true. Apathy was a good way to go when attention and affection was lacking, but she still needed her parents on some level.
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