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 Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 1:37 pm
 Ahhh, rain. It was so…. Wet! With the brewing clouds whisking by overhead, there was a break in the showers. The clouds parted to reveal a patch of sky along with the sun, but the day was hardly done raining wise. Not far off a new span of rain clouds loomed in, looking to arrive in another hour or so. That was just enough time for Iola to get out and stretch her limbs for awhile.
Most of the day thus far had been raining, and the female had her fill of sleeping. Thankfully the rain cleared up before she started getting anxious. The pastel lioness merrily skipping around in the tall grasses. Grasses heavy with rain beads. Her pelt was soaked in no time with her underbelly and paws all muddied up. The female pushed through the last bit of grasses that gave way to a clearing. What was once compacted dirt was now a giant mud puddle. Iola didn’t take a second thought to hurl herself into it, sliiiiding through the puddle with a belly flop. Mud splashed around her, and her precious purple pelt was dotted with the brown splotches of the mud. “Heheheh~! Whoo hooo~!”
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 1:54 pm
Jakyra was thoroughly tired of her entire family. Several days of rain had driven all of them out of the safety of the den singly or in pairs at one time or another, simply to get away from omnipresent relatives. She imagined it was worst for her mother, Gintare, and her oldest brother, Riddiq, who were neither of them particularly fond of crowds or being tied down, but it wore on everyone's nerves.
Jak had decided it would be better to get wet than deal with everyone's fraying tempers, and so had been delighted to discover that the rain had let up, at least temporarily. Her discover was met universally with exclamations of glee as everyone streamed out of their den, heading off in different directions. She laughed gleefully and made to follow her favorite sib, Riddiq, before deciding to let him enjoy his chance at dry solitude and striking off in another direction.
She thought she'd seen something brightly colored moving oddly off in the distance anyway, and so she decided to go investigate that, making her decision with little regard for her personal safety. It occurred to her that the purple figure might be dangerous, but that would only make things more interesting for the young tomboy. If the lion was dangerous, Jak could defeat her and demonstrate her prowess. Then Riddiq would quit saying things like how she didn't have to worry about learning to fight.
When she got close enough to see that it was actually a grown-up playing in the mud, Jak was at first confused. She plopped down at the edge of the gigantic mud puddle, her feet tucked fastidiously under her chest, and watched while trying to decide whether she would be all right to join in. Sliding in the mud looked like it would be a lot of fun.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 2:06 pm
Iola wasn’t aware that she held audience to a cub. Iola wasn’t the most aware lioness around, never taking in her surroundings or retaining relatively simple survival intuition. It was a wonder she’s survived as long as she had, obviously some god was looking out for her. The lioness rolled onto her back, legs picking out to spray mud into the air, only to have it shower back down on her. She was making a real mess of herself. Picking herself up, the lioness gave a brief shake before bounding through the massive puddle. Her steps landed heavily on the ground, causing sprays of mud to kick up with each foot fall. Iola laughed freely. Cobalt eyes glimmering under a vestige completely smeared in mud. Her tail whipped around behind her as she flounced along, becoming her own announcer. “Iola stands at the ready~.” She stated, stopping short before crouching, her rump swaying side to side. “Waiting… waiting…” She jolts forward suddenly, letting out a giddy yip. Apparently she caught something. “Haha~ caught cha caught cha!” Lifting her paws to reveal a frog, Iola leaned down, studying it. It hopped away from her, scrambling towards the safety of the tall grass. “Nooo… stay, stay, stay~!” She whined, following after it.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 2:28 pm
Jak watched with wide eyes as this fully-grown lioness gamboled in the mud like a cub her own age. She couldn't imagine her own mother behaving in such a way, and her mother would have been the first to admit that she was a lioness who lived for her own pleasures. Gintare's pleasures didn't really run toward mud puddles. Jak, on the other hand, found the idea of mud puddles immensely appealing and was finding it very difficult not to take a flying leap into the mess.
The choice was taken away from her when the purple lioness shook herself off and then proceeded to splash about. The resultant flying mud, some of it anyway, splattered the cub. Jak had seen it coming, and she'd made slightly more than a token effort to avoid it, but it was as though the gods had ordained that her getting covered with mud was an inevitability. Jak could live with that.
She did wait a little longer before actually hopping into the mud, however, to watch this new game the lioness was playing. It took her a moment to realize that she was hunting, and had apparently been successful. Given all the thrashing she was doing and all the noise she was making, Jak was amazed. Riddiq would have been appalled, but it looked kind of fun to Jak, whose body was already in motion when she saw the frog hopping toward the tall grass near her.
"No you don't!" she exclaimed, leaping after the poor amphibian.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 1:45 pm
The air was still heavy with rain, the humidity giving the nasty mixture of wet warmth. Though somehow, the mud that now caked her form provided a shield from the unfavorable temp. Iola reached back momentarily her paw slicking the tuft of her hair down. Only patches of purple were visible by now. With two purple rings around her eyes and muzzle, along with a thin strip along the side of her flank which she had yet to roll along the puddle’s surface. Her heavy paws smacked against the mud as she slumped along. The weight of her frame now beginning to sink into the mud a bit due to her slowing movements. While Iola was child-like, her wanton youthful vigor only went so far… her body was aged.
Iola saw the cub before she heard her. But even then, it was only a fraction of a second. Iola didn’t even have time to react before the youngster made her claim. Shock spilled to her features which quickly morphed to a wide grin. The female’s ears flicked forward, locking on the cub just as her eyes were. Iola let out a pleasant yip of understanding once she realized the cub directed the comment at the now trapped frog between them. "Yes, get 'em! Don't let it escape!" The lioness stopped altogether, allowing the cub to chase the frog. Partially because she was tired and partially because she wanted to enjoy the sight. Cubs were so… fun~! Iola cheered Jak on once the girl began chasing after their 'play thing'.
The frog stopped in its hopping momentarily once it realized it was now being chased by a cub. It turned to face the youth, and let out a mighty croak in attempt to scare Jak off. Inhaling large breaths, it inflated it’s throat to reveal a red sac that expanded largely in attempt to ward her off. He let out another succession of ribbits before puffing it’s throat again.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 10:38 am
Jak had never chased a frog before. They tended only to be found when it was wet, and most of the time when it was wet Jak stayed inside the den. Thus, the two had yet to meet. The way it hopped about mystified the cub at first, because it didn't seem like a fair way to move at all. The thing kept traveling much farther, much faster than Jak expected it to, and in directions she couldn't easily anticipate. She growled at it and ordered it ineffectually to stop.
"Hold still so I can catch you!" she muttered. It did occur to her that maybe the frog didn't want to be caught, and so holding still wouldn't really be high on its to-do list, but she ignored the thought. She was more important than the frog, she was certain, and therefore her wishes ought to come first.
She was alarmed initially by the frog's display, but not completely put off. It was smaller than she, and it was obviously prey. The fact that it could change its size didn't change anything. Well, it did a little, but she wasn't about to be intimidated by something like that. She could stand her ground against Vaako and both her sisters. There was no way a frog was going to beat her. Nuh uh.
"I think it's going to head back toward you," she exclaimed. "Quick!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 6:51 am
The lioness held a stupid, self-satisfied grin. Her head panning this way and that as the cub scrambled after the dodgy froggie. The amphibian was giving a good show, wily in his aims for freedom. Iola snickered at Jak’s response to the frogs display which intended to ward her off. She looked shocked… but not frightened, well, not frightened MUCH.
The frog managed to put enough pause on the cub that gave him an opening to return to his hopping. In one final leap, the tiny male whisked himself far from the cub and directly in front of Iola just as Jak warned the adult of the frog’s intentions. Iola was staring blankly at the scene before her lost to the world in such a way that she thought of it as a dream which she took no part in. However her dreamlike state was shattered once the frog hopped up onto her head and used it as a stepping stone before hurling himself far forward with a mild splash. From the height of the fall, the frog was left in a mild daze. Iola turned sharply and with a pounce the larger female flopped her form atop the poor froggie.
“Aha! Gotcha!” She exclaimed, feeling the squirming form beneath her. Once she picked herself up, she saw that the tiny male sank into the mud, his green flesh mudded over. In short… it was hard to discern him from the rest of the mud around him. “Oh shoot…” Iola pawed at the mud, pushing it around. “Did I crush it?” She whined, ears laying back. Iola peeked over her shoulder pitifully at Jak, at a loss.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 9:52 am
Jak watched with dismay as it seemed that her hopping quarry would escape through the grown-up's inattention. Because she had never really gotten the opportunity to interact with any adults besides her mother, Jak compared this lioness to Gintare and in general concluded that they were nothing alike. Her mother would never have allowed the frog to get away from her in the first place, but when a second chance presented itself, Jak had no doubts that Gintare would have slaughtered it at once.
She sighed in relief, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, when the mud-covered adult slapped the frog into the mud. Because she, herself, was fairly slight it didn't occur to Jak that there was any danger of crushing the frog by landing on it in that manner. She had never managed to do anything more than wind her siblings when she pounced on them, and her mother didn't seem to take much notice of her pounces at all.
As the frog vanished from view, Jak leaned forward to peer at the mud where she had last seen him, her blue eyes open wide. Like the grown-up, she couldn't find him using just her eyes, but she wasn't going to paw around. She remembered how the frog had nearly doubled its size suddenly, and didn't want to have any less pleasant surprises from that source. Though it occurred to her that maybe frogs could make themselves smaller at will, too. That would be a neat trick. Either of them.
"I think you might have," she ventured, taking a few steps closer just to be sure. "Or maybe it got away. But I don't see it anymore."
Jak wasn't sure how to proceed. An introduction might be in order, but since she'd never met anyone who didn't already know her, she wasn't really sure how to go about doing that, or if it was even appropriate. She bet even Riddiq wouldn't have known how to react here. Probably he would have caught the frog though.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 11:02 am
Swished her paws through the mud, raking her claw tips through the mesh to form little grooves. As Jak stepped closer, Iola kept her head pointed downwards between her dual paws. By this point the frog remained still, aware of the fact that the 'hunter' on top of him wasn't quite sure WHERE he was. Iola frantically continued to scrape at the ground, pushing the mud this way and that.
At the cub's words, Iola bent her back legs to flop her rear down into the mud, sitting down with a huff. "Yeah... it must have gotten away." She rejoined, glancing sideways towards the youth beside her. Smiling crookedly, Iola bowed her head briefly in greeting. "Whats your name, huh? You can call me Iola." She ventured, "I've been told it means lilac... thats my fur color." Glancing down at her own matted and muddy pelt, Iola frowned slightly, "Well, not when I'm like this." Her voice shifts to match her easy and infectious laughter. "What are you doing out here anyways?" Absently the female jolted, a shiver racing down her spine in response to her retracting muscles. This cloudy weather wasn't making such a fantastic combination for her soaked pelt. Iola knew well enough to keep moving when cold, to generate heat. Lifting right back up to her paws, Iola motioned with her tail for the cub to follow. "Come on, lets see if I can find us a pair of rocks to sunbath on!" Iola chirped in invitation.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 11:50 am
"Hi, Iola,' Jak said.
She looked at Iola, whose name supposedly meant lilac and was supposedly based on the color of her coat. She sort of remembered seeing a purple shade for Iola's coat before she got herself more or less covered in mud. Well, no matter.
"I'm Jak. I don't know what it means."
The lioness's question about what she was doing out there caught her a little by surprise, though she supposed she ought to have expected it eventually. Her sister Svan had told her that adults were almost all the same and that they all asked more or less the same questions. Jak had thought maybe she'd found an out-of-the-ordinary adult when she'd observed Iola hunting frogs. This question was a disappointment.
"I was just taking a break from my family," Jak said. "But probably I've spent too much time away now, and they'll start to wonder. I'd actually better be heading back."
Sunbathing was a stupid, girly thing to do. Now that Iola was no longer doing interesting things, Jak was no longer interested, but she could still be polite. She made a face so Iola would know it wasn't that she was trying to get away from her or anything like that, though in truth there was maybe a little bit of that behind her retreat. The face was the sort of disgusted face a child will make when told it's time to come inside from playing.
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