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 Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 2:49 pm
Cha'ari couldn't help but smile as he wandered through his new pridelands - his new home. He was already making new friends in the Bird Clan, and trying to get the lay of the land. His bright crimson eyes shone as they scanned the horizon, wondering if Jamali was doing the same as him. The little serval had gone off hunting, but was probably exploring just as much as Ari.
Cresting a small hill, he stopped for a break and plopped down in the smooth grasses. Grasses that undoubtedly hid flowers....he would just have to find them. They were waiting for him, and he knew it.((EDIT: Okay, that was really short |D I promise it'll get more extensive once the rp gets rolling <3))
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 3:02 pm
Over and over, she murmured numbers to herself, on occasion touching the stones to help her counting. Each stone was different, unique from the others and specially chosen for such. It wouldn't have done to have any stone the same as any other... not for the purpose Hanaa had in mind for them. Gingerly, she separated the stones one by one until there was only one left. A sort of agitation settled on her then and she jumped to her paws, letting out a little mew of frustration as she paced a circle around her pebbles.
"Even... even, even." She groaned, her tail flicking back and forth. "Where did it to? It can't be an even number... it can't!"
Finally, she turned and started to circle outward from her bag and stones, searching the grass apparently for the one stone she had misplaced, or for one to replace it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 3:41 pm
There! he spotted a small cluster of purple flowers just at the base of the hill. He frowned briefly, disappointed that they couldn't be orange. He would have added them to the collection around his neck if they had been. But the big white lion bounded up and went down to them regardless - he had to be surrounded by flowers at all times. That's why he kept his collection - they were so beautiful, so fragrant, so innocent - they reminded him of what he once was, but now only wished to be.
So he buried his face in the delicate patch of flowers, feeling their soft petals against his eyelids, their scent filling his nose. He lifted his head again with a soft sight of content, a smile splitting his jaws once again. Ari plucked a few with his teeth and laid them out on a bare patch amidst the grass, arranging them into a circle with his paws. It was like a little purple sun. "Though it would work so much better if they were orange," he said to himself almost regretfully. "Though Jamali might like them."
He looked out again on the horizon, hoping to see the little gray shape loping towards him, but instead spotted a curious cream-colored lioness. She was walking in wide circles, her face close to the ground. Ari couldn't begin to figure out what would make her look so urgently frustrated, but watched her for a minute anyway. Perhaps she's looking for flowers too, he thought as the lioness's circles came nearer and nearer.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2011 8:59 pm
The frantic female paused after her last circuit of the area, a paw raised and ears perked as she stared intently between the stems of grass. Moving slowly, she bent closer and studied the pebble she had found, noting its shape, color and texture...
"Yes!" She sighed as she picked it up, making her way back to her pile of stones to add it to the rest. Hanaa sighed in satisfaction as she sat back and regarded her stash, counting them to be sure they met the requirement of an odd number. It wouldn't do to have the stones she carried in her pouch holding a bad-luck even number... She tucked each one back safely into the pouch, humming softly to herself. Just like that, everything was right in her world, her life line re-established.
Without her sister, life was hard to deal with... everything was wrong, seemed to be set against her, and it was difficult to keep balanced amid it all. Counting her stones helped when nothing else did, letting her be at least semi-normal. She was scared to think about how she would have coped without them.
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