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 Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 5:19 pm
Well.. some times, that just couldn't really be helped.
Things just happen, right?
Honestly, when the idea had crossed his mind an hour ago, Fuuenken certainly would have never imagined that it would have turned out like this.
The day had started out fairly innocently, the only snag being that, for the large redheaded lion, the past few days had been glorious enough that he was floating on air. Two leopards. One accompanied by a sinewy cheetah that had been nothing short of entrancing and then a truly lovely leopon lady the night after. She had been every inch an elegant and regal creature with her stunning black coat, sharpened by a few dazzling purple comets of color. Thus far, it had been a week beyond comparison thanks to the welcoming wanderers who had both stumbled upon and been discovered by in the same instant.
Jogging across the savanna in the sort of mood he possessed, full of vigor and muscles strong but also harmoniously tuned Fuuenken could barely help but express his delight in a playfully cub-like manner.
The victims? A small flock of guinea hens content to pluck the insects from the sparse threads of grass where they currently took up occupancy.
The idea had formed in no less the amount of time than it had taken him to notice the flightless birds, an African version of the domestic chickens humans were so fond of. And without warning, an immense physique of superb hunting prowess and physical superiority was barreling at them at full speed. Yes, a full grown male was chasing birds.
Granted Fuuen would have quickly disputed that he was hardly committing an act so vulgar as to simply run behind the hens. Oh no, he was herding them. Perhaps such a statement could have been verified by the fact that his powerful frame twisted and cut across the landscape, carefully maneuvering around the fleeing balls of dark, glossy feathers to keep any of the individuals from separating from the group. Articulately guiding their movements with his own actions, if anyone were to look closely enough to notice.
It was perfectly harmless fun, or at least it was meant to be.
Watching one of his charges float down river like some sort of bobbing bit of drift wood, Fuuenken's eyes quickly hardened with annoyance. Damnit, what a way to kill the mood.
Really, it was the only thing he could think while abandoning the rest of the flock to dart down the edge of the river in an effort to catch up with the escapee. Guinea hens weren't exactly bright nor did there seemed to be any indication that they were well equipped--hell equipped at all really--for a sudden tumble into a swiftly moving body of water. Hold on bird, Fuuen's coming to getcha!
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 8:41 pm
 Erimentha had begun her day just like any other, not giving much thought to what it might hold for her. She had been tracking an injured warthog bull for a day, not wanting to kill it herself since it was near death due to it's old age. Thankfully she did not have to wait long. When Erimentha had awoken she began retracking the scent of the warthog bull and it didn't take her long to find it's large body untouched by hyena's. As she dug her teeth into it's flesh she could feel it's warm blood flow gingerly down her throat and knew that it could not have died not more then a few minutes before. Once she had finished, Erimentha began to clean herself off, thinking of what she might do to occupy her time for a little while. Just then she could hear the sound of Guinea hens squacking a terrible sound that made her curious to know what would cause them to basically freak out like that. Although, it was not a stretch to assume that nothing had actually caused it.
As Erimentha began walking towards where the sound was coming from she could also hear a small stream. Instantly, she realized she had not had a drink in days which made this curious little trip more worth wild to her. Erimentha finally cleared the small bushes and noticed a small Guinea hen floating down the river and a large male lion going after it. Most females would probably have taken the chance to run off before the male lion had noticed they were there, however, Erimentha was well equiped to take care of herself. Thus she came to the decision to inquire further about male lion. As he began to go after the hen she took in his uniquely colored pelt. His red mane seemed to blend nicely with the light cream color of his base as well as his brown markings, faded tail and faded legs.
It did not take long for Erimentha to decide that she would entertain herself with this male, but how she was not sure. Would she trick him somehow into running into another male for a fight? Or would she simply throw herself at him in some way? It was not in Erimentha's nature to lead someone into danger, if fact it was quite the opposite. However, she could make exceptions and she hoped this male would not lead her into the darker part of her nature. Erimentha nodded slightly as she decided that now was the perfect time to introduce herself to the wonderfully colored male.
Erimentha took small strides towards the male, not wanting to confirm or deny that she was looking for a fight or something of the like. Once she was close behind the male she lightly moved her paws in a way that would cause him to take notice of her. "So you are the one causing all of these Guinea hens to cause such a loud and annoying ruckus." She said with a soft tone.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 12:37 am
He hadn't yet realized he was being watched or followed for that matter. Eyes the shade of both heaven and earth were trained quite intently upon the living buoy that rolled head over feet in the water. Occasionally fluttering its damp wings in an effort to right itself uselessly. It was pathetic how helpless Guinea hens were and given that thought, nothing short of a miracle that they hadn't yet met with extinction. Even Fuuenken had to wonder about it, though his musing would have to be saved for another, less eventful day.
The seal brown points of his ears stood out as a stark contrast to the brilliant, flame hue of his mane while swiveling erratically. Apparently there was no hope of his charge escaping the river without some aid given that the current was too swift for the flightless bird to get a hold on the bank and pull itself free. It was in acknowledging this that the Guinea wrangler began to realize that he was being followed, a distracted gaze taking in the female that seemed to be attempting to catch up with him even as he darted along the seam where water and ground met. She seemed to have something to say, but his attention couldn't be divided from the task of searching for a place to dive into the washing tides.
Maybe if he'd had the mind to spare a few seconds to really examine the lioness he would have said a prayer for the soul lost to the rapids and forgotten all previous endeavors in favor of a new interest. But, Fuuenken didn't quite operate that way. Earmark this moment, we'll come back to it.
He promised briefly over his shoulder, without so much as a backwards glance before plunging into the winding waterway with a less than glamorous splash. Flowing downstream made catching up to the floundering hen a simple task and before long its hunched back was safely tucked in jaws that showed the same care as they would have his own cubs. A leisurely paddle wading the pair back to shore where the polka dotted avian was set upon the ground allowing its broad shouldered savior to rest easy.
Jovial laughter spilling from his deep chest in amusement as the exhausted bird laid out in stunned silence. Well, that was an adventure, ni? Perhaps you'll consider looking before you leap next time...
Crisis averted.
Fuuenken seemed particularly pleased with himself. His reward? A long, lingering look at the female that stood upstream of him a brief distance. Slowly absorbing the lean shape of her body which was complimented by a sandy colored pelt and downy, white underbelly that extended over her chest. He stared blatantly before the lazy indulgence extended to the expression upon his face. A smile that spun intrigue for any who fell captive under the spell of this rake. Calling out to her with enough force to be sure that his voice would carry to her ears but no further. So then.. pretty stranger, you wished to have a few words with Fuuenken?
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:02 pm
Erimentha smiled in return to the male lions. "Well it appears so." She said curiously, wondering why he had saved the sad little Guinea hen. He must know that it would find some other way to commit suicide due to it's own stupidity. Or should another predator come along and wish to have a small meal. Erimentha took in the stripes that covered his legs as well as his markings near his eyes. She was surprised to see that one was blue and the other was green.
How peculiar. She thought to herself as she looked deep into his eyes. This male was strange, but in a refreshing way. She had never seen someone with such coloring. It was a nice change of pace from the drab black or plain white colors she had seen. With the exception of the brown. However, it was lucky for him that he had such oddly colored hair and stripe like markings. "Well arn't you an interesting lion." Erimentha said with a smile, hoping that it would entice him to inquire further. After all, she was quite bored and she had a feeling this male would be very entertaining. How often do you see a male lion saving a poor little Guinea hen? She could count on one paw that faced directly towards the male. "I am Erimentha." She said kindly. "It is a pleasure to meet you." Erimentha said not wanting to chance him getting the idea to leave.
Erimentha trained her pink eyes on the Guinea hen that laid somewhere behind him. "Why did you decide to save that little creature?" She asked, curious to know what his reasoning was behind it. Was he simply bored like her? Or was he something she took great interest in. Erimentha was a protective lion who would do just about anything for someone else. However, this male could be both a trickster and a savior. She wasn't quite sure yet what he was.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 10:41 am
Heh, nice of you to notice. Fuuenken rumbled humorously when the lioness finally spoke, having remained silent as if to allow her focus to better concentrate on absorbing the full impact of his presence. For certain, this flame maned rogue was nothing ordinary and those who mistook him for such were often quickly corrected. A lazy smile broadening across the dark peak of his maw when she introduced herself as Erimentha. Observant and friendly besides, the gods were smiling upon him today it seemed.
The pleasure is all Fuuenken's. He assured earnestly. Using great care to step over the drenched Guinea hen in his leisurely approach. Once again he found his gaze drawn to Erimentha's well groomed coat. Damnit all if those cheek stripes didn't remind him of someone. Everything about this female drew his collective memory to a particularly lovely family he had stumbled across near the edge of the Bonelands.
Before he was able to inquire about the lands his sandy companion originally hailed from their attention was once more drawn to the fowl his attention was rapidly waning from. It was hard to mind the bird now that the inherent danger had passed and there was a creature of far more immediate interest in his midst. Jaws parting as a huff of exasperation forced its way from the flame point male's lungs. Ah... that. Well. It's a long story--
Fuuen admitted mildly though he didn't seem to possess the sort of character that was easily embarrassed by unusual stories spurred by boredom. Someday this event would make a fantastic tale to recount to his cubs and grandcubs, if that day should ever come. But to be perfectly honest, it's kinda Fuuen's fault he fell in there in the first place. Couldn't in good conscience leave the little guy to drown.
Perhaps his perceptions might have been thought of as skewed. Fuuenken was no idealist, if it was the Guinea's destiny to be captured by a predator and made a meal of he wouldn't step in the way to prevent it. Eventually, either by disease, old age or succumbing to the food chain, no creature could escape the inevitable grasp of death. However, he also wasn't the sort to cause the undue death or suffering of an innocent creature for the sake of sating his boredom. Or any other reason for that matter.
It wasn't in the character of common predators to go out of their way for a pea-brained poultry whether its endangerment was a direct consequence of their actions or not. This odd-eyed misfit was definitely a breed apart from the common. Shaggy head tilting towards Erimentha almost as though he meant to question her. Instead Fuuen added finally, ..it seemed the decent thing to do.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 3:33 pm
As the male lion responded, she listened quietly. "How... noble of you." Erimentha responded, letting herself rest on noble part of her statement. A small smile appeared on her face at the thought of him diving into the water to save a little bird. "If I am being honest, the sight itself must have been pretty hilarious." She replied, trying to bring humor to his endeavor.
"Fuuenken. You're name is very unique." Her pink eyes scanned him for the sign she was looking for. She was confident that this lion could be some fun for a while. "Are you from these lands?" Erimentha asked curiously, noticing that he may have been wanting to ask her the same thing.
Once again she was drawn to his multi-colored eyes. Their depths were that of the sea, and all she wanted to do was get inside of them and figure him out more. Fuuenken seemed to a lion of non-devious nature, which was unusual compared to most other male lions she had met before. This of course helped draw her into him. Not that she didn't enjoy the company of a trouble male now and again. But sometimes it was nice to have a break from it and actually meet someone worth meeting. Erimentha did wonder though how far his kindness stretched too. Maybe I shall test it later. She thought to herself as she waited patiently for the males response.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 12:31 am
Yea well.. stick around a while, manx. You'll see just how noble Fuu can be. There was no lack of confidence in this rogue's game. He was in his prime. Large enough to almost rival those red and monochrome giants who guarded a desert wasteland. A proud group as Fuuenken understood it, but not to bright, he didn't think. Otherwise they might have taken their powerful forces and usurped some far better territory for themselves. And he knew for a fact that he wasn't terribly hard on the eyes either or at least the myriad of intimate encounters with numerous feline breeds had suggested as much. As did the way Erimentha's eyes slid over his frame, muscle tone well defined by the slicked state of his creamy pelt thanks to the dip in the river.
A warm, infectious smile eased across his muzzle in response to the light hearted statement she made. Finding her amusement--and effort to make his situation seem less embarrassing--adorable. Seems an inevitable consequence of such actions. Fuuen can swim well enough, but can't imagine it's the prettiest thing to watch.
Chuckling under his breath at the awkward image such a scene conjured his head canted gently. She thought his name was unique. Now there was something he'd never heard before. Grinning invitingly as he crossed the threshold to circle around the buttercup colored lioness, allowing himself to graze against the softness of her fur ever so breezily. Then Erimentha and Fuuenken are two of a kind, ne?
Her name certainly wasn't one he was liable to ever come across again, he suspected, but that was okay by the flame point lion. It made her a unique experience to be savored, just as any other in his past had been. They all stood out to him in their own way. Drawn from his reverie by the question that followed, a dashing smile only widened further, thrusting his chest out as his shoulder pressed into Eri's. Does it seem that way? Fuuenken's always had a way about him. Able to make others believe as if any place Fuu inhabits belongs to Fuu.
Pausing thoughtfully, dual hued gaze lowered to meet her garnet eyes. Truthfully, never found any one place to belong. How about you, manx? Is there somewhere Fuuenken can escort you home to?
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 11:21 pm
Erimentha simply grinned at his response. "Well, this Erimentha thinks that Fuuen is a very pretty sight to see in and out of the water." She replied with a small wink. Taking his direction she walked around him, her tail gently caressing his body as she did so. When she was just about in front of him her tail gently caressed his tail as if she was holding hands with him, but only for a brief moment. "I do not have a place to call home. But I have heard rumors of a pride far up in the mountains where there is a constant snowfall. It's just being found by one of them that is the problem." She said with a small laugh.
"I would say you and I are two of a kind." Erimentha replied, allowing herself a small pause. "Hopefully though that proves true." She said with a smile. "Because I'm looking for some entertainment. And if you are can entertain me then I might be up for entertaining you as well." Erimentha said, testing him to see if he was indeed looking for the same things she was. Despite how she was acting now, Erimentha was not the type to really fling herself at a male. But boredom could do many things to a lion.
Although, she had to admit that Fuuenken was proving to be worth betraying what she would normally do. Him being easy on the eyes wasn't a bad thing either. In fact it made it all the sweeter.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 3:22 pm
Immersing himself in the soothing sensation of Erimentha's sleek form coasting along the edge of his own as she circled him the way he had her. Granted her inviting body language spoke volumes more than his own had, including the tail--he would have tugged at with carnal intent if he had less restraint--that slithered against him. The grin upon the buttercup lioness' face made the virile rogue's blood boil over, compliments as smooth bodied as she was striking his palate in a way that Fuuenken didn't find unpleasant.
Taking advantage of their entwined tails the cavalier flame-point hooked his companion for a moment longer than was necessary, making it clear that he enjoyed the sight of her as well. A brazen forthrightness had always served Fuuen well and when he cleared his throat to speak again, he hoped his luck would continue. Heh, don't think their snow'll last long with you around, manx. However, if you need a little heat for the cold journey, Fuu would be more than willing to oblige.
Chuckling wryly, lean shoulders flexed and without warning the predator was flush against his prey, licking the smooth fur between her ears. Voice husky with salacious implications, Lead the way gorgeous, Fuu will follow those golden curves to paradise.
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