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 Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 1:58 pm
Kichaa trotted along, a sore thumb against the pride's landscape with her fire red pelt. She didn't slink around like some Banu did, she walked with her head held high and a happy-go-lucky smile on her face as she hummed a tune to herself, looking for a perspective playmate. Like the father she never met, she was a happy child at heart, despite her condition, and resonated that happiness wherever she went, making some feel unnerved by her.
Spotting a small clutch of children, Kichaa wandered her way over to say hello to them, hoping someone would be interested in playing games with her.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:08 pm
 For once Mirsajadi had permission to be out of the den. Of course, it was assumed that he was out with one of his siblings, and he happily would have been, but the fact was that he didn't much like his siblings. As soon as he could, he peeled away from the larger group which was comprised mostly of his full siblings, sons and daughter of Tariq'ra'd's unusual striped banu. They'd decided to go out en masse, which made it easier for Mirsajadi to accidentally-on-purpose get separated from the group.
From his somewhat distant vantage, Mirsajadi could watch his striped siblings as they did whatever it was they would do. Play fighting, most likely. Mirsajadi wasn't very good at it, and he didn't like things he wasn't good at. He didn't like to do them, because he never knew when his father was watching, which made it very hard to get better. A bright spot of vibrant red moving confidently through the grass caught his attention.
Mirsajadi crept closer to this newcomer, not one of his siblings, and when he thought he was within range, he took a few running strides and pounced, aiming to land squarely on their shoulders. He had at least learned that that was the best place to land to get someone to the ground quickly. If it was done correctly.
"Hah!" he exclaimed.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:28 pm
Kichaa had been so busy humming to herself and moving towards the growing group of children that had come about, that she didn't notice Mirsajadi creeping along the grass. Not until she found herself face first into the dusty ground anyway. Kichaa gave a yelp as her nose began to throb from the impact with the solid ground, and little tears were beginning to well around her eyes.
Finally noticing the weight on her, Kichaa attempted to stand up to force whatever it was on her off, that was until she noticed the striped fur and heard the voice filled with exclamation. It was a cub, a very stripy cub, who had knocked her over and caused her nose to throb. She wasn't very mad at him, as he obviously was only playing and didn't mean for her to go face first into the ground, but she growled nonetheless.
"You made me hurt myself!" Kichaa said, rolling over underneath the cub to topple him over onto the ground as well. She looked at the dark, stripy coated boy, noticing his eyes were a shade of pink, like her own, before continuing, quirking her head as she spoke. "You shouldn't sneak up on others like that. It can hurt them."
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:36 pm
Being thrown off the red cub's back put Mirsajadi sufficiently off-balance that he had to take several steps to steady himself before he realized he was being growled at. It was about that time that he came to the simultaneous realization that the person he'd pounced was a girl. That had been a mistake, but he wasn't about to admit to it. A pad - or pesar - never had to admit to making a mistake.
"I didn't make you do anything," he retorted, growling just a little himself.
He sat back on his haunches and sighed. He hadn't meant to make her hurt himself, despite his response, and he felt bad about it until he reminded himself that it really hadn't been his fault that she'd hit her face. That wasn't the part of her he'd landed on, after all. Besides, his father never seemed to flinch when people were accidentally hurt around him, or even because of him. His father was strong.
"Besides, I was hardly sneaking. I even made a noise before I landed so that you could get out of the way if you felt like it." He had not forgotten that one of the reasons he'd wanted to get away from his siblings was that they were play fighting, and he didn't feel like it.
"I don't want to fight about this," he said, trying to sound like his father. "Let's say mistakes were made that won't be made again and then start over, shall we? My name is Mirsajadi. What's yours, banu?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 2:47 pm
Kichaa merely blinked at him, a little stunned by his funny way of speaking to her. He sounded far too much like a grown-up to be someone younger than her; maybe he WAS really a grown-up, only trapped in a cubs body? Egeman said there were Gods around the Pride's lands, maybe the God cursed him to forever be a cub, poor guy.
"We were fighting...?" Kichaa trailed off, before perking back up and shaking her head like she was attempting to whisk something off of her. The titles alsways made her feel funny, like no one could talk to anyone else without being so formal. Sure, being polite was a good thing, but titles were so stupid, if you're talking to the person and playing with them, than you're friends, and you should just used their name."There! Never happened! My name is Chacha, and you're Pesar Mirsajadi... Do you go by a nickname Pesar Mirsajadi? Or do you just want me to call you Pesar Mirsajadi all the time, Pesar Mirsajadi?"
Kichaa smiled at him coyly as she sat up off the ground and wiggled herself a little, making the dust that had gotten into her bright red coat whirl out like a dust-storm. After a small while of making the dust come out of her coat, Kichaa crouched down to the ground as if she was going to pounce something, "If you had wanted to play, you should just said so."
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 4:57 pm
She didn't think they'd been fighting? What would she call it when people had a difference of opinion and there was growling involved? It sounded like fighting to him. It was exactly what his brothers did when they played at fighting. But if she didn't want to call it fighting, he could live with that. It was beneath him to fight with a girl anyway.
"I don't think so," Mirsajadi said. At least, they hadn't really begun to fight, so he could say that they weren't fighting without feeling like he was lying. He grinned. "Never happened, like you said."
"I'm pleased to meet you, Banu Chacha," he said. His mother placed a great deal of importance on good manners, and his father seemed to prefer when his offspring were well-behaved, so he tried to show good manners whenever the opportunity presented itself. He always behaved as though his father was watching.
"You don't have to use the Pesar, I suppose, but I don't have a nickname, either." He didn't mind not having a nickname. He liked his name as it was, not shortened for someone else's convenience. If his parents had wanted him to be called something else, they would have named him that.
"Next time I will, then," Mirsajadi said. "Do you know what you want to play?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 5:41 pm
"Well... I thought we were wrestling," Kichaa said, surprised innocence within her voice. She was sure that they had already started playing by the fact that Mirsajadi had tackled her, it was just that she didn't know they were playing and because she didn't know she ended up getting hurt. Boys are so weird, not knowing what it is they're doing when they're already doing it. Egeman was nothing like this, he always knew what he was doing and when he was doing it, that's why he was her favorite brother and favorite male in the world; he was easy to understand.
"...Do you wanna go back to wrestling?" Kichaa asked, pawing at the dirt, causing dust clouds to cascade into the air above them. She gave him a sweet smile as she settled herself on the ground out of her pouncing position, "Or! Or maybe,... maybe we can play Hide & Seek, or tag. I really like tag."
She loved games that involved running. Kichaa would never know how much like her father she really was; they didn't just share pelt color, they shared a love of games and an inner child that no amount of stress on conformity could possibly break. It was one thing that made Kichaa feel special in this large pride comprised of many lions, lionesses and children.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 9:32 pm
She'd thought they were wrestling? Well, all right. He could understand how she might think that. After all, he had pounced on her. But Mirsajadi disliked wrestling about as much as he disliked fighting. In some ways he thought it was worse, because the rules were different. At the same time, there was one rule which was the same in both fighting and wrestling: boys don't go up against girls. It just wasn't right, for so many reasons Mirsajadi couldn't list them all.
"I've had way too much wrestling," Mirsajadi said emphatically. He might have sounded more impressive if he hadn't happened to get some of the clouded dust in his nostrils, because that had the predictable result of making him sneeze repeatedly. Four times, he thought he counted.
Once his head cleared and his nose no longer felt like expelling dust, Mirsajadi thought once more on the subject of what to play. Hide and seek was fun, and he was good at it, but tag could be fun, too. And Chacha had said she really liked tag. He could play that and maybe make up for the fact he'd pounced her and she'd hurt herself. He was already working on disassociating the two events in his mind, but he hadn't quite severed the connection. Hence the thought of making it up to her.
"We could play tag. I'm pretty fast. But you're bigger than I am." Which meant he thought she'd have a bit of an advantage. Though she was only a banu, and he couldn't let himself be beaten by a girl!
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 8:11 pm
Kichaa couldn't hide her disappointment in the fact they would not be returning to their game of wrestling, it wasn't that big a deal to her in the end, as her attention was quickly diverted to the fact that Mirsajadi had just begun to sneeze quite a bit, causing her head to quirk to the side.
"Are you ok, Mirsajadi?" Kichaa asked, wondering if he had suddenly come down with some sort of illness she would have to avoid contracting, especially considering the abundance of new cubs within the den she lived in.
As Mirsajadi's sneezes finally died down and he proposed that they go with Kichaa's idea for a game of tag, she felt the excitable swell back into her. She did love tag so! Bouncing a bit, she allowed her growing excitement to show a little as she ran about Mirsajadi happily.
"Who gets to be the tagger?" She asked.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 5:45 am
"It's just this dust. It got up my nose." He wrinkled his nose a few times, trying to make sure that there was no more dust to make him sneeze. Sneezing, he had realized very suddenly, felt a lot like when he saw things that weren't really there. It was scary, and he didn't like it.
"I'm fine," Mirsajadi replied, sniffing disdainfully. The disdainful sniff was directed more at himself and the dust than at Chacha. He was being stupid. Sneezing was just sneezing.
Mirsajadi already knew the answer to Chacha's question. He rolled his shoulders and twitched his tail as a grin spread across his maw, displaying sharp teeth which had yet to be yellowed by diet. His paws tingled in readiness for his next move and he had to work to keep his claws sheathed.
"You are!" he exclaimed, darting forward to tap her paw very lightly with one of his and then leaping backward to avoid an immediate tag-back. He scampered farther away, hesitated for a moment to make sure she was following, and then continued running, deliberately avoiding the enclave of his siblings. He didn't want them getting in on his game.
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 10:15 am
It had only been moments in between when Mirsajadi assuring her that he was fine to finding his paw on her paw donating she was the one who was 'it'. It took a moment for the action to register into Kichaa's head and by that time Mirsajadi had already taken off in attempts to keep away from her.
Snapping back to reality, Kichaa leapt after the little Pesar, a determined grin on her face as she chased after him. She was a little bigger and therefore a little more powerful in the legs, giving her an advantage in speed; however, she wasn't as elegant in her gate as cheetahs were and often stumbled when she turned directions, tripping over her own paws. She was gaining ground on the little Pesar as she called after him, "I'm gonna get you!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 11:04 am
Mirsajadi had determination, but the fact of the matter was that he was only a cub. His legs were shorter than Chacha's and his muscles weren't as well-developed. The only way he could hope to win at this game was to get a head start and somehow keep that lead. He'd gotten a little bit of a head start, but it was only a few moments' lead. The odds were definitely stacked against the striped cub.
He didn't waste any breath responding to Chacha's threat. All of his attention was devoted to keeping ahead of the brightly colored banu pursuing him. She didn't seem to change direction very quickly, but she was still gaining on him. He decided that changing direction was probably his best bet. The trouble was, he wasn't too adept at it himself, and often his paws scrabbled for purchase without finding it.
His downfall, however, came with a literal downfall. He was trying to bank right but his body kept going left and he ended up suddenly sprawled on the ground. The brown and black cub tried to get his feet back under him, but too much precious time had been lost. He knew with a sense of heavy inevitability, that he was about to be tagged. Nevertheless, Mirsajadi made a valiant effort to continue.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 5:13 pm
Kichaa had been gaining on him quickly, following him as attempted to take a turn but instead found himself taking a nasty tumble onto the ground. She tried her best to slow herself to a grinding halt as she saw Mirsajadi take a tumble before him, but with her speed it took too long for her to slow and instead she toppled into him, flipping over onto her back.
The pain of impact lasted for a few moments until the realization that she had just run over a Pesar, on top of that a baby Pesar, hit her and she scrambled to her feet and over to Mirsajadi nudging him to see if he was ok, "Mirsajadi?! Are you ok? Chacha didn't squish you flat did she?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 5:26 pm
"Mrrf!" Mirsajadi exclaimed as the wind was knocked out of him.
It didn't surprise him, really, to find himself at the bottom of a two-cub heap. She'd been going faster than he had been anyway, and he knew from personal experience that it wasn't always easy to stop when he was running full-out. He probably wouldn't have managed to avoid her any better, had their positions been reversed.
Just the same, there was a moment where he might have snarled at her and called her an idiot. That was what his father would expect him to do. But they were only playing, and he knew it was an accident. Besides, she seemed genuinely concerned, and that was close enough to the appropriate reaction that Mirsajadi decided he didn't need to do or say anything nasty. Maybe his father wouldn't find out.
"I don't think I'm flat," he said, though he did have to look himself over to confirm this. "But I am squished. I should probably go home before one of my brothers or sisters tattles." There was always the possibility one of them would try to get him in trouble for playing with strange banus, after all.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 6:09 pm
"Mirsajadi is sure he's ok?" Kichaa asked, looking over him herself, although from a distance. She wouldn't be satisfied until she knew for sure, or Mirsajadi assured her enough, that he was indeed alright and didn't need any help being taken back to his mother. If he had been another juvenile, she wouldn't have cared; however, he was a cub, smaller than her and although male, was far more fragile at his age.
"Will Mirsajadi do a pounce for Chacha so she knows she didn't break him?" Kichaa asked, genuinely wanting some sort of proof that she indeed did not harm the little Pesar. The last thing she wanted on her mind was the thought that she had harmed a baby, intentional or not.
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