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 Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 4:19 am
The desert pelted lion paused in his stride, glancing down at the sand that was so close a shade of gray to his own coat. Unsheathing his claws, he gently kneaded at the crumbling sand, feeling the tiny grains against his paws, the familiar feeling of walking in the desert. Today was a day for calm, collected thought. He had decided as he had woken up in the morning. So long had passed by since he had last taken a stroll and devoted his mind to those thoughts that lurked there, unquestioned and unanswered.
As always, his thoughts wandered first to his family. It was still a foreign word to him, family, and he always had difficulty placing the word next to the faces. Faces of Ripuka, and Jua, and Wakia, and though it had been some time since he had last seen them fleetingly, they were stamped on his memory. Still vivid as the desert sun at noon. Ripuka's face, especially, for all he had had to do for almost his entire childhood was close his eyes, and there she would be. She lurked behind his closed eyelids, wordless and soundless, emotionless even, watching him from the darkness of his slumber. He would never forget that face. He couldn't.
He wondered how they fared in wherever they had fled to, and then briefly, his thoughts returned to his childhood. Life before the rebellion, which he remembered so well. He wished both to remember it in vivid detail forever, and to forget it, and as always, he lingered on the brink of making a decision. To embrace, or to forgive?
And then he thought of his coat, the coat the shade of the desert sand, as he had been told so often. And yet, he felt regret in knowing that he would never be able to know that that looked like. All he saw was yet another shade of gray, and he wondered how much such a pelt would do if he were ever to have cubs. For surely... He shook his head. No, such things were better left unsaid until time made it necessary.
His mind drifted once more, to a new place this time. A familiar face, yet... A small smile crossed his face as the thought of Yin glided into his mind, and he remembered the compassion of her voice when she had told him he was more Firekin to her than any other. Because he represented both the Firekin themselves, and their desert home. The words echoed in his ears.
So he stood, unmoving for a while, his mind floating from one thought to another, in no particular order, in no particular hurry. For what else had he to do? He was covering enough ground to be considered patrolling, which he had found he quite enjoyed doing. The thought that he was keeping the pride safe from potential harm, while doing what seemed to be so little, was a rather gratifying one.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 7:20 am
It had been sometime since the tiny black lioness felt comfortable enough to wander on her own, she often hid and came out of her sandy dwelling to hunt and return. She was apart of this new pride, one that did not keep slaves, but they still felt foreign. She was strong of will but it did not take long for her masters to break it, and jumping to a command was her second nature.
Sumu paused leisurely, and watched the sun as it rose above the sands her red eyes lingering on the horizon. She had been taking a lot more time than needed to heal her deep wounds. They were both physical and mental wounds, she had been running her entire life from her sisters, and once she finally found a place she knew they would not go she was enslaved. Family was not something foreign to her, it was something she feared.
As she walked lost in her own thoughts, swimming in memories of beatings that would not leave her mind she shivered and did not notice the lion that stood directly in her path, but just over a dune and out of eye sight. The sands were not her natural habitat and the clumsy lioness tripped rolling down through the dune and towards the standing lion.
(I didn't want to be all god modey and have her bump into him, he can jump out of the way or she can topple right into him.)
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 1:53 am
((Mmkay x3 By the way, the godling in your sig is awesome xD))
The last thing he had expected was a lioness tumbling down the sand dune. As it was, he did not notice she was barrelling toward him until it was rather too late to step aside. His golden eyes caught sight of the blur of red and black fur, and a split second later, he felt the impact as she collided into him.
"Oof." The exhale of air came involuntarily as he rocked back on his hindquarters to absorb some of her momentum. It took him a moment to orient himself to the situation, his mind swimming as it replayed the turn of events of the past few moments. She must have tripped, he concluded.
"Well, that was... unusual." He commented wryly as he regained his bearing. A small amused smile had settled on his muzzle as he glanced down at the little black lioness that had tumbled into him and stretched out a paw in an offer to help her up again.
From her size alone, he could already tell that she was most likely a rogue that had joined the rebels in their cause. Lions descended from the old Firekin blood did not come in such a small size, and even as he waited for her to regain her footing, Azarax wondered if he seemed rather gigantic through her eyes
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 3:49 pm
She let out a soft groan as she plowed into him and lay in a heap of black and red fur.
Breathing heavily and scowling Sumu glanced up at the male truly embarrassed at tumbling head over paws towards him. Once getting a glimpse of him she averted her eyes, he looked like one of them..large, orange fur and the lines on his face..they looked so familiar! She knew the ways of the traditionalists, they did not accept tan pelts, but all the same physically he looked like one to her.
She wrinkled her nose and took his paw to right her self. "I'm so sorry, I, I didn't mean to," she stuttered out as heat rose to her face. How she hated the harsh desert climate! She only joined the rebels because they accepted others, they were not slavers and she needed a place to heal and to stay. If not for that she would have left the wretched sand.
"I..I am Sumu," she had been going by a different name when her masters took her, but now she reverted back to her birth name.
(Yikes I'm so rusty. T__T
Thank you! Trin and Ecavi Rock!)
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:28 am
Almost at once, it was obvious that she had lived a life of servitude during the reign of the Firekin of old. The way she averted her eyes and the way she seemed so uncertain of herself, even when she wasn't speaking. It was all rather familiar to him. He had grown up with such behavior, after all.
He felt empathy for her, for it rather seemed as if being a slave had truly broken the poor lioness's spirit. Or perhaps she had just been so beaten into submission that she had not yet reverted back to who she had been before her misfortune.
A small, kindly smile spread across his face. "Don't worry about it," He said. "If anything, I should be the one apologizing. I probably should have reacted quicker and moved aside.
"Sumu." He echoed, knowing that it would be easy to recognize her in the future. Few lions were quite as small as she was, after all. "It's nice to meet you. I go by the name Azarax."
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