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 Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 7:18 am
"This will take forever to heal," she sneered out, to no one in particular, dragging her tongue over a gash in one of her forelimbs. She'd been hooked by the horn of the young buck that lay crumpled at her feet - a lucky shot from an inexperienced little idiot. Her face was contorted, somewhere between rage and agitation, which did nothing to make the lioness look more appealing. With ragged fur and a body that was all muscle and very little else, she was just a very finely tuned machine.
She had skill, that idiot had just gotten lucky.
She growled out in her agitation as she roughly yanked her head away from the wound, as if to force herself to stop bothering it. She eyed the carcass next to her and couldn't even stop the sneer if she had wanted to. She'd lost her appetite in her agitation, and looking at the unrecognizable lump wasn't helping. She'd mangled him while he was still alive, simply because he had bothered to get lucky.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 7:27 am
Luck wasn't always something on Mana's side, and today it wouldn't be yet again. She had grown tired of flying, as at times it felt so disjointed from real life. Of life with mortals. Something she had grown far too comfortable with, and forgot the dangers of doing so. One was death, and one was pain. She folded her wings against her sides, her head raised to look around her as the ribbons entangled in her legs danced with an unfelt breeze. As long as there was a breeze somewhere, they would dance with it. Her eyes had caught sight of a lioness, one that was not eating what was next to her. Odd, was something wrong? Mana's good sense of charity in the form of comfort rose in her breast, and she couldn't resist walking over there to see if she could help in anyway.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 7:38 am
Makri had been busy, letting her thoughts occupy her as she sat there carelessly. It was a silly thing to do, lying out in the open with a fresh kill and no thought to guarding it, and she would no doubt reprimand herself later for it. As her peripheral vision alerted her to the oncoming stranger, her first instinct was to growl.
It was a low, guttural warning that began even before she turned her head to see who was approaching. Her body had tensed (something that was altogether uncomfortable with the wound) and her fur was beginning to rise. With the sun dancing high overhead and clouding her vision it was hard to tell, and she growled her warning out until Mana finally came close enough to show herself for what she was.
"Oh," she snorted, her growl dying abruptly as she took in the sight of the wings, "a goddess." One could have mistaken her ceasing as a token of good faith in the goddess, but with Makri things were rarely that pleasant.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 7:44 am
The growl was not something Mana had anticipated. She froze, listening to the warning intently, desperately looking for something that would hint at pain and not anger. She had to admit, it had more of that threatening tone than she was expecting. Her ears listened intently, shifting to the side a couple times to see if she could catch hints of any others around. Nothing.
Was she growling at her, directly? Mana hadn't encountered a mortal like that in, well, a very long time.
She shifted, unsure as how to continue. Her greater good sense won her over, and she took more careful steps towards the dark-pelted lioness. Perhaps she didn't realize who she was, and everything would change when she realized how Mana wanted to help. That maternal instinct was still feeling strong within her.
Her head tilted slightly when she heard that recognition in the stranger's voice. "Yes," Mana replied, unsure as how to approach, mot forgetting the growl no matter how much she wanted to dismiss it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 7:51 am
"Do you need something?" she asked with a quirk of her brow. She was in no mood to fight the feathered furball, not with the fresh wound in her leg, so she intended to rely on her sense of 'persuasion'.
She simply sat there, a rather flat expression on her face, and stared up at the goddess as if she were completely out of place in Makri's little world. What did a goddess want with a mortal anyway? The only time anyone she knew had met with a god was when.. oh.
"If you're looking for Do'al, he's near the watering hole." She said it with a small shrug of her shoulders. Her loyalty to her brother was unwavering, which meant that she thought he was very capable of holding his own - at least against a goddess. Then again, without a great knowledge of gods, Makri just assumed they all knew one another, and had to assume that was why she was here.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 7:56 am
Mana was startled. More so by her blunt manners than by anything else. She hadn't been treated like this in...in...! Instead of letter herself become completely wrapped up in her stirring emotions, she let herself breathe deeply for a moment. No, she wouldn't get like this. Probably just a way for the lioness to distract her from her peril, and Mana still wanted to help.
"I don't need anything," she replied softly, her distracted mindset lossening the folding on her wings, and they began to droop and brush the surface of the ground. "Not this Do'al, either." Whomever that was.
"I came over. You weren't eating, something surely must be wrong."
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 8:02 am
"Oh, that's rich," Makri practically purred the words out as her mouth broke into a wicked, wicked smile. "A goddess come to help a mortal because they're not eating?" She thought about rolling her eyes at the idea, but that simply seemed juvenile, and Makri certainly wasn't juvenile.
"Do I look okay?" she brought up her foreleg, marred with a gash, and waved it in a manner that suggested the goddess had missed something terribly obvious. "No wonder Do'al had such an easy time making that other one kill herself, your type must be rather dull."
Makri snorted at her revelation and let her gaze drop away from the goddess, like she were no longer interested in the conversation. Really, what sort of goddess couldn't tell when a mortal was injured? She should have at least smelled the blood if she didn't see the wound. "So much for higher beings, right?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 8:08 am
Breathe. Breathe. Mana was still stunned, but she could feel her anger starting to flow beneath her. She wanted to control herself, since it wasn't this mortals fault she was so angry. It was just the pain.
"I wasn't close enough in the beginning to see your wound," she said carefully, though a little strain was peeking through her chosen words. "And when I grew close enough, the smell of both bloods in the air was a little confusing." It wasn't that uncommon to get a little scrapped up in hunting, was it? Except that this lioness' injury was far from a scrape, and Mana was only able to realize it now.
Yet the mentioning of a suicide, and the implied meaning of a god troubled Mana. Disturbed her, more like. She waited to see if this stranger would emit other odd words that Mana would have to piece together later.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 8:15 am
"Excuses," she said bluntly, biting off the word in a harsh tone. With a small sneer she pushed herself to her feet, hiding a wince that she would have shown reflexively from the weight she had to put on her paw. "Your very being implies superior intellect and observation, of which I've seen neither since you came over to express your concern."
With a small smirk and a shake of her head, she turned her back on the goddess and her freshly caught meal - no concern left for either of them. Her interest in the conversation and her appetite were both completely lost.
She did, however, turn to look back at her once more before she began to limp off, calling a piece of advice over her shoulder simply because she couldn't resist one more good taunt. "Maybe you should get along to whatever it is you gods do before Do'al decides he needs another trophy."
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 8:29 am
Okay. She snapped. There was no reason for that girl (girl!) to throw back her attempts to help. Sure, Mana wasn't much of a healer, but she would have done anything she could. She didn't like seeing anyone hurt, but for those that shoved it off as nothing, a stubborn, childish part of her thought that they deserved it. Fine, she could suffer from her wound. Perhaps she wouldn't even heal from it properly.
Mana's eyes darkened. She shifted her wings out, glaring at the back-end of the lioness, glancing over her shoulder as if she knew everything about the world. Oh how wrong she was. Mana only knew of the darkness that lurked on the outskirts of the mortal realm, and though this Do'al of her's sounded like something, Mana wouldn't put any bets on him.
Using a bit of her power, she pushed herself with a little wind to surge in front of the wounded lioness, trying to hard to hide her pain. "I am not some trophy for a mortal, especially a male," she stated in a deep tone, feeling a surge of pain from memories far too old for even this lioness' ancestors to count.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 8:39 am
Well, okay, that was a little scary. Makri thought less than gods than she should have and her brother had certainly never said anything related to their powers. As the purple lioness stared up at this goddess, who had somewhere surged in front of her in a matter of seconds, she had to wonder if Do'al had just been.. very lucky.
Not that Makri was one to let her fear show.
"Then maybe you should leave?" she asked in a way that was very much more like a suggestion. Despite the fact that the goddess was now playing a game of size with her, Makri didn't seem keen on backing down. Sadly, Makri wasn't a match for a goddess even when she wasn't injured - what mortal could really claim to be? Even her brother had won with wit and tricks.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 9:07 am
Something had changed. Not much, Mana could tell, but it was enough to have a little of the anger recede from her eyes. She folded her wings again, but still wasn't quite ready to back down.
Mana wondered just how this male she mentioned did something to a god. It wasn't easy for a mortal to kill a god, though not completely impossible. Still, there was something missing, yet Mana feared that she wouldn't hear the whole story.
Dismissing these worries as nothing more than trivial (as it certainly wasn't a god she knew personally), she narrowed her eyes again at the lioness. "Perhaps," she replied. "Just remember not to take such things as trivial again."
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 9:15 am
"We'll see," Makri replied, in typical Makri fashion, but the words lacked the bite that they had in the beginning of the conversation. Sure, she might not think much of gods as higher beings meant to reign over mortals, but did she think that this one might be able to hurt her? Yes. After all, she was sporting a wound from a stupid prey beast.
With a slight narrowing of her eyes, Makri shifted and moved to walk/limp around the larger female, her mood dampened by the show of power on Mana's part. Where the hell was Do'al when she needed him?
This time she didn't throw a snarky jab over her shoulder, she just kept right on walking, or attempting to anyway. Do'al would be sore with her over the injury, because that meant they would have to stay and wait for her to heal - there would be no traveling on it. Still, she'd rather limp her way home than let a damn goddess get close to her.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 9:29 am
Mana still bristled, but she didn't see a reason to carry on. The lioness wasn't provoking her anymore, though she was still as rude as ever. The goddess let out a sigh that she hadn't realized she held in. Were things common like this? Had she been living in a bubble once again? She was tired of things like this, and yet irritated that she had let her emotions overcome her. She always wanted to be a kind, guiding goddess, and she felt like she had failed that now.
She turned around, watching the lioness leave. The limping felt like a little slap to the face, yet there was still the turbulent swirling of anger towards her and her words. Perhaps she didn't mean it as intently as it came across, but Mana's pride was wounded.
With a grumble, she decided to hide herself away with the gods for a while. It was time to leave mortals on their own for a while. Let them be rude to one another, she didn't want a part of it at all.
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