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 Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 6:29 am
Mirsajadi On his way back from the lake and his unexpected-though-timely rendez-vous with Zoey, Mirsajadi was not walking particularly quickly. There was no reason for him to do so, as he had really only one goal to accomplish for the day and he had accomplished it relatively quickly. Much more so than he had anticipated, so now he was at loose ends. Practically speaking, he knew he ought to go out and practice hunting, since he would be hunting for himself until he brought back a banu to perform the task for him, and he supposed he could do that, but he didn't really feel like it. He was much too late to join any of the banu hunting parties, for they had all gone out much earlier in the day, and pads and pesars didn't hunt seriously when they were in the pride lands. So there wasn't really a lot to be done there. It seemed like time was passing maddeningly slowly until he could leave for his coming of age quest. For lack of anything better to do, Mirsajadi went to a favorite patch of field which few other people ever went to and curled up to nap. Elsa She stepped slowly, paws crushing the grass that grew under her paws. This pride had taken some getting used to, but she liked to think she was getting it. She yawned, tongue curling and then dissappearing back into the safety of her jaws. Ocean blue eyes glittered with curiousity. Asfar was kind enough.. She did her best to make her comfortable, but things had happened so quickly. Elsa was just trying her hardest to adjust to the world that she now lived in. It was so much different than being noble and respected. She was expected to take care of Ilyas, and make sure that he and Asfar were happy in her presence. Otherwise, she could be deemed as..what was thatword.. A Kajira. That was one thing she hoped to avoid. So she was going to try and make herself adjust quicker. She sighed, unsure of herself these days. The once boisterous and well worded female now was only a shell of her former self. She knew eventually she'd find herself again but.. things were just harder lately. She had met the female banu Arezoo, and was pleasantly surprised with that conversation. Zoey was in her own right, a bit confused, but she hadnt really divulged just -why-. Lost in her thoughts, Elsa was paying absolutely no attention to the area around her. She had no idea that someone had taken to sleeping only a few feet away from her paws. She stared at the earth, eyes focused in thought. As soon as she saw the striped figure, she pushed herself back frantically, hoping she hadnt hurt him! She hadnt stepped on him.. Maybe he was okay.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 8:05 am
Mirsajadi Mirsajadi woke with an instinctive snarl. Ordinarily he was not a lion who demonstrated that sort of violent emotion, and had he been within his father's den when he was woken his reaction would have been far less unfriendly, but Mirsajadi always knew where he was when he woke, even if he wasn't totally aware of his surroundings until he was awake, and he knew that he was not in the safety of a den, but out in the open. Unlikely though it was, he knew if he was going to be attacked, it would probably be while he was in the open like this. Likely, any attacker would be family, but that didn't mean he had to be pleasant to them when they woke him. He realized right away that it had not been a family member who received his snarl, but a banu, purple with blue eyes. He didn't know her, but he didn't know most of the banu in the pride. They weren't really worth the effort in his opinion. Subservient and boring, most of them. "Watch where you're going, banu," he grumbled, drawing himself up to his full height, which was not very impressive for a male lion, or even for a fully grown lioness. Elsa When he snarled, she squeaked, looking at him with a bit of concern that was mixed with the slightest tinge of unease. She was nervous, and scared. The last time anyone had snarled at her, they had tried to kill her. She gulped, and backed away, making sure to put a good bit of distance between himself and her. She had only wanted to see if he was okay after all.. She cleared her throat and listened when he said the word banu. So he was of the pride lands? He wouldnt try to steal her away,..right? She wasnt sure, she didnt really know anyone.. He looked angry, and when he sat up she.. well.. she expected him to be bigger. He was intimidating, but rather small in the eyes of the banu. She was used to lions that were maybe slightly larger. Though she didnt inform him of that. "I-.. Im sorry I didnt mean to.." She said, her ears flicking back. Truthfully she feared being hit, or bitten. She just wanted to feel safe again. "I shouldnt have disturbed you, I wasnt paying attention, but when I saw you. I wanted to make sure you were okay." She explained.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 8:14 am
Mirsajadi In her effort to apologize and placate Mirsajadi, Elsa had managed to say something guaranteed to put him on guard and in a darkly suspicious mood. The striped adolescent had grown up wary, even fearful of someone discovering the defect which caused him to suffer from seizures and hallucinations followed by nearly debilitating headaches and nausea, and whenever someone asked after his health unprompted, his first concern was that they knew something about his horrible secret. "Of course I'm all right," he said as his fur shifted down the length of his spine. He was more comfortable now that he knew he was in absolutely no danger and the person who had disturbed him was contrite. "Why wouldn't I be all right?" His eyes were still narrowed into dark red slits, suspicious and with a hint of menace. If she knew anything about him, he would be surprised, but he had to figure out how much she knew. The fact that she was a stranger made him, if anything, more uneasy. He didn't know what her angle was. Perhaps that was a reason for him to learn more about the pride's banu, boring and subservient or not. Elsa She knew nothing about his 'disease', and so she wasnt really sure WHY she had wondered if he was okay. She supposed her first thought wasnt that he was sleeping in an open field alone.. But that maybe he had been hurt while out in the field. He was still within the pridelands, but.. that didnt always mean safety. She looked him over, noting that he looked healthy and unhurt. His words confirmed this, but when he asked why she had wondered she sort of shrugged. "I didnt expect someone to be sleeping in an open field is all. Im sorry." She nodded. She was terrified of open land..Open anything really. If she wasnt safely protected by her pride, she would feel completely vulnerable and unhappy. She tried her best to give a little smile, but she was still untrusting of the male that had snarled. She knew maybe it was because she had almost stepped on him.. But that didnt ease her fears much. Scars marred her hip, showing that she had obviously had a run in or two with some very not nice creatures. She hated that her beautiful pelt was marred. It was no wonder she belonged to someone that didnt love her.. Who could love her scarred self? "Im not used to open fields being safe, since my stint in the rogue lands." She nodded.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 8:34 am
Mirsajadi "One of the nice things about the fields," Mirsajadi said sharply, "is that most of the time a lion can be alone when he comes to them." There could be no missing the point he was making with those words. As he spoke he looked her over, taking care to note any distinctive features. It was, perhaps, a bit late for him to decide to learn all about the pride's banu, but there was no sense in putting it off until he got back from his quest. There would only be more of them by then. That was how these things tended to work out. The scarring over her hip caught his attention and he wondered if it had been given to her by a pad or if she'd acquired it in some other way. "Did the lion who brought you back do that to you?" he asked, nodding toward her scars. It wasn't necessarily that he was concerned or sympathetic, he just wanted to know. There weren't too many pads in the pride who would mark their banu in a way that would scar, and he had not heard of any of them taking on new banu. "You should probably learn not to displease him." Elsa She blushed, and stammered. DAMNIT. She had upset him. She really needed to know when and when not to approach others. She would likely keep herself out of the way that way. She sighed, and looked at the earth, obviously of very low confidence lately. Shaking her head, she looked at the scars that marred her body. They were ugly and pink and she hated them. She looked back at Mirsa, and shook her head once more in case he hadnt seen it. When he didnt seem too concerned, she decided that maybe there were worse Pads out there. That filled her with fear. What if Ilyas traded her? "Nono, I come from the lands of the Suka'Fumo, and I left the pride to explore, and I was found by a female that tried to kill me. I still dont even know why, but I managed to escape." She said with a smile. Though then she thought of Ilyas and how he had saved her by taking her away. She was thankful, even if she was still so confused about her new life. "I don't anger Ilyas, or at least.. he hasn't told me I have." Judging by the reaction, if hitting females was a common practice around here, then it was likely she would KNOW when he was angry with her, right? Though she didnt see Ilyas as the hitting type.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 8:47 am
Mirsajadi Mirsajadi's opinion of banu in general was not likely to be changed by this one. Still subservient and boring. He could understand sometimes why his father kept banu who would have been kajira in anyone else's harem. They, at least, were interesting. They didn't stammer and blush or otherwise behave like mice rather than lions. "Your pride just let you leave?" Mirsajadi asked incredulously. Such a thing would never happen with the Ukuucha'Wafalme and was very difficult for him to fathom. There was more to her story, and perhaps he ought to have listend more closely to it, but he was still a bit distracted by the fact that she had come from a pride which didn't seem to care if its females just left and went exploring. What a bunch of idiots they must be. He wondered if she as as idiotic as the men in her pride, having managed somehow to raise the ire of some kajira rogue to earn herself scars. The idea that one female might scar another in a fight was also unusual to him, but less so. "You mean Pad Ilyas?" Mirsajadi said, his correction not that subtle. Suddenly he recalled a conversation he'd had recently with another of Ilyas' banu, Afsar. It seemed lately the whole family had decided to spend time with him. He could have lived without their involvement in his life, even in the form of casual conversation. "I doubt he has it in him to strike anyone, even in anger," Mirsajadi observed. He wasn't violent, and he preferred subtler means of punishing people, but that didn't mean he couldn't think less of someone who refused to be violent when the occasion called for it. Elsa When he asked about her pride, she supposed she had never thought about the lions of this pride actually knowing any better. She knew that when he went on the quest that Asfar had mentioned the males going at adolescence he would find out for himself. Then she supposed it wouldnt be as much a surprise as it was to him now, and he wouldnt be as interested in that. "Not all prides are like this one." She chuckled, growing a little more comfortable after she realized that he wasnt trying to kill her. He hadnt asked her to help him find his cubs, which that female had been clever enough to do. It wasnt even that Elsa had pissed her off, but rather, that the lioness was demented enough to enjoy the pain of others merely to cause it. She was unaware his dislike for her merely by association. She hadnt known that Asfar had met him the other day.. and she wasnt sure why he was such a no nonsense guy. It was rather sad to her, and she found it rather boring! "They didnt try to stop me from leaving." She responded. "Over there, Im of noble bloodline, and a well respected daughter of an advisor. Here though," she scoffed, leaving that open for whatever he chose to take it as.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 9:02 am
Mirsajadi Mirsajadi gave the banu - he thought Afsar might have mentioned her name in her babblings, but if she had he couldn't recall what it was - a flat stare intended to let her know that he was not an idiot but he wasn't sure he could say the same for her. He didn't like being laughed at, and he hated when people assumed he didn't know something as painfully obvious as the fact that other prides were different from the one he had been born and raised in. "I am cognizant of that fact," he said with a nasty twist to his smile. When he continued speaking, a bit of pure nastiness of the sort he hadn't uttered in some time came through. He was still not in the best of moods and his ego was still smarting from being chuckled at as if he was an ignorant cub. "What confuses me is your apparent lack of qualities which would make any sensible pride decide that you possess any sort of nobility. I am the son of the sultan's vizier, and I do know something about power and authority. I believe that here you have found your true calling, as the banu of the son of the sultan's lesser vizier." Whether Faiz was actually the lesser vizier was irrelevant. That was Mirsajadi's opinion and he didn't really care if she thought otherwise. Elsa That fiery feeling bubbled up within her, and she glared right back at him. She wasnt sure why most males of this pride were out to just be mean to everyone, but she was almost positive she preferred being in the presence of others females. Like right now, she'd do anything to be giggling and gossiping with little Zoey. She felt the hair on her neck bristle, but she eased it, trying to rememeber where she was. She hadnt meant to laugh at him, but to tell him about her life as she had assumed thats what he had meant about the questions previously. "Well you certainly didnt have to be so rude. I am of noble blood because I earned such a title, a title that I couldnt just be born into, alot like what you have going on.. I meant no disrespect by my previous statement.. However its apparent you did." She felt the words bubble out of her mouth in a flare of emotion, and as soon as she had said it her heart raced and she cursed herself. Damn it. She hoped that he didnt repost this to Ilyas.. she wasnt trying to be a bad banu..She wasnt trying to act like a Kajira. She just couldnt help herself.. She may have become a shell, but her fire still burned it seemed. "Im sorry. I should have spoken to you like that. However you assume very nasty, mean things about me. Youve only just met me and already you feel apt to talk to me as if I am nothing but dirt under your paw. I may be a banu and have no say here.. But I am still a living thing, something dirt is not." She said, realizing she had said too much again. "I-I-UGH!" She said in frustration, sitting and looking at the ground..What was she supposed to do now?
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 9:32 am
Mirsajadi Mirsajadi sat silently through Elsa's outburst, thinking that probably Afsar had not seen this aspect of the purple banu yet, or else she might have had different things to say about her. Or maybe she had. A banu trying to pull rank on a beybanu would certainly make things uncomfortable in any harem. Particularly if the banu in question seemed to expect to be treated differently because she had previously been someone of consequence. His sympathies were not with Elsa for the abrupt change to her lifestyle, but more with Afsar for having to endure her. At least Ilyas got to sleep with her, which probably made her more bearable. "I will speak to you however I please," Mirsajadi said when she had finished, after her inarticulate exclamation of frustration. "Because you are, in fact, of less consequence to me than the dirt under my paws. You are not my banu, for which I am thankful, and so it is neither my task nor my trial to try to civilize you, but I will offer you this advice: control your temper, and watch where you're walking." And then, without a backward glance, Mirsajadi walked away, passing her closely enough that he might have brushed her with the very tips of his whiskers, but avoiding doing that. Males and females did not touch casually by tradition, and Mirsajadi had no desire to touch this particular banu at any rate. If she called after him, she called after him, but he would not turn and he would not respond. Her bad manners were not his problem.
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