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 Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 12:10 pm
(( Malenga owned by Cajanic ))
Night. How he so enjoyed the darker time of the day than when the sun hung ominously in the air. It seemed to burn him when he stood out in the blazing heat for too long. Probably because he was so against venturing out in the day that he just wasn't used to it. The night, however, never hurt him. It was always on his side. Keeping him cool, keeping him safe and, most importantly, keeping him concealed.
His platinum blond mane was a bit of a hurdle to leap when it came to hunting, but in the dark even the almost white hairs weren't as easy to notice. His black body could sneak along through the brush and sneak up on a victim without too much trouble. Truly, the night was superior in every way. With that opinion, he moved over the darkened ground, heading towards a small collection of water for a small drink before he continued his search. She was out there somewhere: he was going to find her.
Looking into the water, he snorted lowly, irritated at the quiet around him. Couldn't there be someone around for him to cause trouble with?
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 12:13 pm
Sanaa huffed and grumbled as she tossed another log on the towering bonfire she'd created on an out-of-the-way bank of a river, near to the water she'd need if it burnt too hot and on ground mostly clear of brush. That, and close to the deposits of clay she'd found here. No one but the goddess would recognize the fire for the kiln it was, but then, no one would think to harden clay with fire, making beads and containers and all sorts of things from... well, mud.
Back in the 'old days', as she was starting to think of them, she'd have people to tend the fire for her and kept her from spending all of her precious time doing something useful, but tedious. The goddess missed her vanished pride, though she would have never thought she would. Back then, they had far less of her attention than her golems, but now... now she was suffering her neglect.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 12:16 pm
An odd scent soon caught his attention, making the somewhat smaller lion raise his head and look around. Smoke? Maybe someone was as allergic to the night as he seemed to be of the sun, though even with his irritation he's never actually caught on fire before. Curious enough to investigate, never one to take things slowly, he followed the scent along the water. Soon enough, the embers of flame could soon be seen not far ahead of him, getting him all the more worked up.
Was the place on fire?
As it turned out, it wasn't. At least, it didn't seem like it was. Oddly enough, the fire seemed contained in one large, out of the way area. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before in his life. "Bloody hell..." he muttered to himself, getting just a little closer. Inch by inch he worked his way nearer.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 12:23 pm
As the flames danced and leapt over the pile of wood she fed them, Sanaa mused on the nature of it. Scientific as her mind was, she couldn't help comparing it to mortal beings. Like them, it needed food, air, and would die if drowned in water. The fire that consumed the logs was different, though, than the fire she could produce if she had a mind too. Her fire was tame and controled, this was wild and just shy of out of control.
Green eyes narrowed as she circled it warily, keeping close enough that she could feel the heat beat on her body. She had a good sense of what heat she needed to bake the clay at, and the fire was doing a good job of it at the moment. Hopefully, everything would bake even and come out strong... but there were always a few pieces of dross among the treasure that appeared.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 12:25 pm
Moving around the bonfire, Malenga soon found something else to be captivated by: the lioness tending the flames. She was, much like the pillar of flame, unlike anything he had ever seen before in his life. Blinking, all plans of causing trouble were suddenly out the window of his mind, his thoughts instead on simply figuring out what the hell was going on around him. So far, he only had one theory, and he was pretty sure it was the one to go off of, considering everything he had seen so far.
He was dreaming.
Not to ruin a dream since he now knew he was caught up in one, he brought himself out of his hiding position, picking up his body from where it had somehow started crouching against the soggy dirt. "Pretty fire you 'ave here, pet," he said smoothly, any sense of worry or concern masked from his tone perfectly. The animal wasn't afraid. not now that he knew there was nothing to be afraid of.
Seeing as none of it was real. Maybe he shouldn't have had eaten those roots the other day
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 12:26 pm
As the flames fluttered, the goddess extended a shining wing and fanned it gently, the sweep of air making the fire leap higher and roar with happiness. She shook her head as she turned away, casting her eyes about to see if she'd missed any wood or other burnables in her last sweep of the area. Not that she thought she had, she was quite thorough, but more from wishful thinking. Sanaa might need to leave the fire for a bit, to gather fuel.
She blinked at the call, chagrined at herself for having missed the approach of a mortal. They seemed unusually adept at sneaking up on her these days, and she didn't appreciate it. Thus the soft frown on her face when she found the blond-maned male on the edge of her firelight, looking at her intently. "I am not your pet, mortal." She grumbled, flicking her tail and turning back to her sort-of-tame fire. "That is another goddess."
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 12:32 pm
"Snippy, aren't we?" chuckled Malenga, unaltered by her short response, "what shall I call you then? Love? Pigeon? Dove? Spot me a clue if it suits you, otherwise you'll just have to get used to pet, cause I'm one for nicknames." He had every intention of saying 'pet' regardless of what she responded with. Why should he change his way of speaking for one creature? Especially since it was just a dream creature and thus not someone he would ever have to deal with again.
He sat himself down, examining her from afar. For a dream, this all seemed very real. He could even feel the heat of the fire beside him, and hear the tone of her voice perfectly.
Those were some epic roots.
"Friends call me Malenga," he said lightly, rolling his shoulders and giving his mane a shake just in case there were some bits of twigs in there that he needed to deal with, "you got a name, pet?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 12:41 pm
Sanaa snorted at his impertinence, her ears laying back as she eyed him sidelong with those bottle green eyes. He was surely an idiot, because only an idiot could approach a goddess of her stature with no sense of awe or fear. Especially with the towering flames she controlled roaring behind her. Truly, she wasn't used to modern mortals, with their lack of respect and simple knowledge. Again, she bemoaned her lack of worshipers, who could have dealt with him and left her to do her work in peace.
"My name is Sanaa, child." She called back, another flip of a wing making the flames leap. "Call me what you like, but such terms make you seem dense in the head." Not really one for insults, as it turned out. The goddess didn't tend to practice them, really.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 12:42 pm
Malenga seemed pleased with himself. At least she had actually responded to one of his questions. Sure, she'd called him dense, but what of that? If he had a pound of flesh for every time someone called him stupid or some variation there of, well, he'd be set for life on the food front. There was really nothing he could argue with, either. When it came to thinking, he liked to leave such things to other animals.
He was more of an action-taker, not a thinker.
Humming out a chuckle, he got up again, getting himself closer to the lady for a more complete investigation. She had all the makings of a dream, with the wings and strange objects hanging from her. All the more proof of his situation. "Pet, I ain't dense," he said despite really not caring about the term, "just cause I seem that way doesn't make it true. Maybe I'll surpirse you someday. So, Sanaa," he made a point in saying her name, "what's with this fire? You planning on burning the place down or something?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 12:45 pm
The golden female straightened up stiffly as he crept closer, giving him a scathing look before she turned away. What did she care, what he did or didn't do, as long as he wasn't in the way? And if he was, well... she was the second strongest of the gods, wasn't she? A little mortal could be dealt with in one swipe. Consoled against the nagging feeling of unease, she waved her single gold paw at the flames.
"Mud, dried and hardened, is like stone... Mold it and heat it, and you have something of your own making that is hard and strong. The fire hardens it and dries it out. I meerly keep the temperature steady." Sanaa found it easy to lapse into a teaching-like tone, the attitude of a teacher forming a wall between them.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 12:49 pm
Tilting his head to one side, Malenga tried his best not to look like more of an idiot as he struggled to see the point of what she was doing with the fire. Making things out of mud with the help of fire... making it hard and strong? Well what good did trinkets do? It only meant like more stuff to have to carry around, didn't it? That was his lifestyle: keep on moving. Still, it seemed interesting as well as completely useless.
He's never thought of using fire as anything more than a weapon or a source for heat before.
"Huh... so what kinds of things do you make with hardened mud, anyway?" He asked, sniffing at the flames. Was she making something now? He would have asked, but he still wasn't sure how many questions would make him look stupid again.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 12:53 pm
Sanaa relaxed as he seemed to turn from his annoying prodding towards questions that had more value, at least to her. With her domain, teaching was always a good thing. The more mortals knew, the more they could do, and the stronger it made her in turn.
"More things than you can think up, child." She said, a faint smile curving her mouth. "Beads, supports, containers that hold water where there is none. Works of art and beauty. Other things that have no value, but in their making. Its not really important what is made, as long as something is." She said as she nodded sharply. Her judgement was probably debatable, but then, she was biased towards her domain.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 12:59 pm
"Oh, girly things, then," He muttered, shrugging his shoulders the best a four-legged beast could while standing. Looking around, he peered through the glowing red provided by the flames, checking to see if there were any of those things he couldn't think up sitting around anywhere for him to take a look at. "You make anything with this fire here?" he asked after failing to see anything on his own, "or did I catch you before you could get it going?"
A claw moved to the dirt as he spoke, his blue eyes shifting down as he doodled in the wet earth. "You can make anything? You ever make, like, figures of animals and such? Say a lady friend of mine likes to draw lions in the dirt. Could you make a lion out of clay, too?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 1:00 pm
The goddess snorted at the term 'girly things', but let it pass. He just didn't understand. Not everyone did, though that didn't make sense to her. It was rather simple, after all.
"The clay is buried in the ashes, down where it gets very little air and most of the heat. The air will make it crack and break." She eyed him sidelong at his questions, wondering at his sudden interest. With the fire going well, she settled back to sit, pretending to tend the fire and pay him only little interest.
"I can make anything I please... with only a few exceptions. I do make figures, quite often actually, and I could make a figure of a lion. I could make it the size of a real lion, but... I could not make it live." She frowned as she admitted it, her mood souring at her age-old problem.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 1:10 pm
"Why would you want to make it that big anyway?" Grunted Malenga as he looked back into the flames, watching the wisps contort into odd shapes and figures right in front of his eyes. They were strange and wonderful, and only ever to be found in flame. It seemed strange how much he loved to watch them, yet he so disliked the sun. Ah well, perhaps it was something a different kind of dream creature could explain to him the next time he got drunk off strange foods.
Even though he was starting to feel like this wasn't a dream at all.
"I think a little figure just right to carry around and look at should be enough for anyone," he said thoughtfully. At least, as thoughtfully as he was capable of, "and I don't think it should be walking around, neither! Got enough bloody lions roaming this joint. Don't need fake ones in the mix, too." Looking at her, he could see she had no real interest in what he was saying, which made him smile. "Well, pet, suppose I took up enough of your time already. If we ever meet again, maybe I'll let you show me how to make that lion figure."
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