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 Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:34 pm
 Yamile sat in the grasses grooming her fur on the cool of the early evening as the sun set turning the sky brilliant shaded of orange, pink and purple. Her white for was bathed and the colors of the evening sky from her perch on a large flat rock. It was a nice evening and she was determined to enjoy every moment of it. As soon as she finished grooming, she would go on a stroll and prehaps climb a tree, groom again and head to her den for the night.
She looked up to the sky with a grin. So many new strangers had come into her life recently, friendly and open for the most part and many sporting the most curious markings. She was highly amused by them and she wondered if she once knew their parents in her past life. She even wondered if some had been striped of their divinity like she believed she had been.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:38 pm
 Atashmah Sayeh could still remember vividly, the sensation of taking his first steps outside the Ukuucha'Wafalme then though the event had occurred days ago. Even though there was no visible line to be crossed upon entering or leaving a pride territory, the garnet male could have swore he felt the breaking of his shackles. The ones that linked him to his homeland. If he had ever considered disappearing forever, this was definitely his chance. Beyond such a startling realization, the young pesar hadn't given his plan of action much thought.
He had dreamed of this moment, of leaving his worries--his whole life behind. The relief that would wash over him to escape into the embrace of true solitude, but all he felt was the same emptiness and detachment he had always known. Sighing quietly, broad shoulders rolled with the lazy motion of Atash's movements across the savanna, pelt drawn taut over bony shoulder blades. Having grown too tall too quickly, his body seemed to be struggling to keep up with his bounds in size. Leaving behind a lanky adolescent. A shaggy, blood colored mane thick and disheveled fell heavily against his neck and forehead, though it wasn't yet full. Nearly knee deep in the tide of his coming of age ceremony, the youth still wasn't even sure what he was doing out here in the rogue lands. Capture a female, any female, and bring her home by any means necessary, but truthfully Atash didn't want females. As if that hadn't been brutally apparent by the way he shoved away the gorgeous daughter of Vizier Tariq. A beybanu most would have killed for. God.. I have no idea what I'm even doing out here...
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:40 pm
Yamile looked up from her place on the flat rock, her bath being disturbed a the voice of a stranger. She eyes darted about looking for the intruder and she found him with a coat of dark red amasses by a large blood red moon. Her eyes widen at the sinister looking pelt on such an awkwardly gangly youth, but still she could not help, but to gaze at the pelt. No matter how truly frightful it seemed it was a very beautiful pelt.
Yamile rose and headed toward the stranger wanted to get a better look at the unique pelt. She could have sworn she had seen another like it roaming around her home, though the other males pelt resembled a far less frightening night.
"If you have no idea what you are doing out here, then why are you out here," she asked as she approached.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:42 pm
At first the voice was mistakenly accepted as one of the many that filled his buzzing mind. Always accusing and degrading, causing his ears to twitch and fidget. Despite Atash's penchant to argue with them aloud, he simply sighed in exasperation. Are you never satisfied? First you tell me I should abandon my family and home to save them from the mayhem that I cause and now you ask me what I'm doing out here? When did you all become so---
It was only the rustle of grass and the effortless approach of gentle steps that abruptly pulled the eerie, landscaped lion from his own thoughts. Lifting his sunken head in a jerking motion as the pale lioness was met with a flashing, scarlet stare. Several sideways paces placing a safe distance between them. After days of traveling in a comfortingly desolate solitude, Atashmah was startled to to be greeted so... frankly. No banu would have ever approached him in such a manner back home causing his gaze to linger with mistrust. Reluctant to answer as he turned away again and continued on his way. Perhaps if he neglected her she'd get the hint and leave him be. Nothing good could possibly come of this.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:43 pm
Yamile frowned to see one so worry and watched him leave for a moment, but only for a moment. She wanted to know more about the strangely marked lion, but it seemed he wanted to be left alone. For once Yamile was not inclined to oblige him his privacy, his solitude. There was just something about him that she simply could not place her paw on. She followed him, her light gate leaving only the soft rhythmic padding of paws to be heard. She held herself like a goddess, she believed she once was and lacked the clumsiness of many young lioness'.
"You walk away without so much as a hello or a goodbye, when I asked you a question. I may be able to help you, you know. There is something about you. Something, something .... well simply divine."
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:44 pm
As hard as he tried to show no interest in the lioness that had seemed to appear without barely a trace, those rounded ears--nearly hidden in the mass of his mane--flicked backwards. Listening to the positively airy sound of her steps as she picked up step behind him with the intent to follow. If Atashmah didn't know any better he would have thought he were being visited by a goddess, but the Ukuucha held no belief in such fantastical figures. Her voice was smooth and silky as it licked against his ears and not all together unpleasant, though her notion made him start suddenly. Tensing as he found himself stuck in place. Twisting his head around to gave over his shoulder at her, despite better judgment.
Divine?! Atashmah barked as if he thought her daft. That very idea was laughable and rather cruel, if he did say so himself. Assuring her coolly, There is nothing divine about me, stranger.. and you'd be better off keeping your distance. I'll cause nothing but misery for you.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:46 pm
Yamile was not at all put of by his tones or that he questioned what she said. She simply shook her head softly and looked at him as if his words of warning bore no particular inclination to her. No instead she just looked into the eyes of the lion of the blood moon and spoke. "You assume that divine is a good thing."
She sat before him with just as much grace as she walked making very little sound and having no need to rearrange herself. Her eyes roamed once again over his pelt and she sighed. "I mean you no insult, but your words only confirmed that you many have been touched by the gods. Whether it was a blessing or a curse, remains to be seen, but as I said before. There is something about you that is simply divine."
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:48 pm
Wouldn't you? I've never heard of divinity used in the negative, he asked with a hint of earnest questioning in his brittle voice. It was obvious by how husky and hollow the young male's tone was that he didn't often make a habit of finding conversation. Continuing to watch as the pristine lioness, pale as the clouds that occasionally drifted in lazy blankets across the sky, circled around him to sit in his path. He noticed for the first time the outline of a wing that was drawn upon her side, causing him to consider--far more seriously this time--the idea that she might have been a goddess in disguise.
The idea made him fidget in place with anxiety. Atash had never been good with females, he'd never really had to be. Always keeping to the outskirts of his pride. Having such a stunning lioness staring at him so intently, as if he were fascinating... as if he possessed some sort of worth that wasn't apparent to the strife-inflicting youth, himself. Truthfully, it made him uneasy, sinew quivering beneath his ominous pelt, causing the death moon upon his side to ripple. Gaze avoiding her own as he attempted, once again, to lose her. Carefully changing course in order to completely evade an even remote chance of their bodies brushing. Murmuring dryly, You're rather astute.. I've never known anyone who could tell I was cursed simply by looking at me... but you must realize that it's all the better reason to stay far away from me.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:49 pm
When he turned away and continued on she followed once more intent on making him understand. She shook her head once more at the question from the young male and gave him a question glance although he could not see it. "Surely you do not believe the divine are all good, when there are things such as hate and cruelty in this world we were born into. The world must stay in balance and as such divinity would be used in the negative. The divine are the divine, good or bad, are they not."
She stopped momentarily not expecting him to stop, "You put words into my maw, falsities. I said you were divined, touched by the gods," maybe you once were one, she added in her head," but I did not said and do not think that you are curse. I said that remains to be seen. What would make you to say that you are cursed, when you have one of the most astonishing pelts on the savannah and so perfectly unmarred even in adolescence."
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:51 pm
I wouldn't know what to think of it, Atash admitted, suddenly frustrated though he didn't bother to make an effort to explain why. The fact that his pride didn't believe in Gods or their wrath or blessing for that matter. Despite the fact that there was one living amongst them or so the gossip went. Silently acknowledging that this rather determined female continued to follow him, the stoic lion grimaced. Who would have thought it would be a female like her that would have disturbed his isolation?
If he were really any sort of future Pad, he would have been devising how to convince her to return home with him. Licking his maw and rubbing his paws together in anticipation of showing off such a fine starter to his harem the way others had upon returning home. Atash, however, was uncomfortable with the whole scenario, finding himself sighing again without realizing it. Tail flicking against his hip as he walked across the open plains, trying not to hear strangely admiring words. Atash could remember similar tokens of affection Shiva. She had wanted so desperately to love him and to be loved by him only to find herself in turn neglected and avoided. He wasn't proud of the fact but it had kept her safe. Safe from him.
This pelt of mine? Is nothing more than a reminder that I am a slave to the red moon of death. I cause nothing but disaster for those around me... and the same will happen for you if you don't leave soon. Dry voice cracked with true emotion for the first time since they had begun this odd conversation, forcing Atash into silence. It was his fault after all, that his family had been separated. That he and his sister didn't know his mother or brother. That his sister had been brought to a place where she was treated as less than an equal. For the innocent lives that had been taken away by means of his own actions either directly or indirectly caused. The only reason his pelt bore no scars was because he had learned to avoid others.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:53 pm
Yamile frowned and trotted up to him and then around him. She ran around him with as much grace as she walked, a silent and graceful lioness. Once, twice, three times and then she stopped facing him. "You cannot cause me any more grief then I have already suffered. I do not know why it is you believe yourself to be cursed, but I believe you if that is what you insist upon."
She walked backwards almost begging him to follow her, "I was meant to meet you today and I do not think you will bring me any harm."
She stopped her wise eyes landing once again on Atash's. "I am special and you are special. I just know it. You will talk to me yes, tell me what is bothering you and for a while I will shelter you from your course. Won't you?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:55 pm
Nngh. Pausing in mid-stride, Atash's paw remained lifted as he watched that outlined wing stretch and wrinkle upon the strange lioness' side with the elegantly loping gait that bounded around him. As if she would take flight at any second. Effectively keeping the tall figure in place, forcing him to listen as she broke stride only to be able to speak with him face to face. Frowning expressively at the idea that she had known grief before meeting him, particularly considered he highly doubted that she would know anything more than much of the same in her time with him.
There was some sense of desperation in her lovely eyes as the lonesome male followed every backwards step with his gaze. Finding that there was some strange sensation as if there were strings that bound them. Encouraging him to step forward with every guiding stride she took. I don't understand why you would be willing to take that chance...
Admitting grimly Atash continued, though already, without much thought behind why, he found himself following her. After wandering days without rest or even stopping to hunt, fatigue was perhaps getting the better of the peculiar red head. I'm nothing special.. I promise you that, but.. it seems that you won't leave until I've complied with your wishes and... I suppose I'm no one to refuse the desires of a goddess.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:57 pm
Yamile frowned at the young males lack of faith, in her and in the gods. She did not understand how he could fail to see that allure that he had, how special he could truly be. A male of mystery, who carries the red moon of death on his very back. Yamile was convinced he was like her, but sadly he seemed not know it. She had been a goddess and he had been a god and she had no doubt that they knew each other.
Yamile smiled, much like the sunset, warm and peaceful at his last words. "You are special, you can disagree for eternity, but you are special. One day you will see, but for now, come follow me."
She was leading him the small rocky alcove she found just days early. It was the best place for talking, the best place for the two of them.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:59 pm
The warmth of her smile was unexpectedly entrancing, possessing a compassion that was something akin to the way Tsubame often gazed at him. The motherly, swallow colored lioness was the closest thing he'd ever had to a relationship with anyone. Even his own sister he chose to avoid out of guilt, but his father's beybanu always had a kind word and an expression of affection for him. It was painful to think that he would never become the proud Pad she seemed convinced he could be.
You remind me of someone.. back home, Atash mused to her quietly, gradually catching up with long strides that seemed to devour the distance between them. Finding himself at her shoulder before he even realized it and being lead into a future filled with uncertainty. This was not the path the baleful moon slave had ever expected to take, but a heavenly lioness had come and changed his path without warning. Strange how life had a way of slipping beneath ones paws no matter how hard one attempted to control their own destiny.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 12:01 am
Yamile smiled at the words he spoke and nodded, her warm smile still in place but, choosing not to speak any words to ruin the moment. Yamile looked up to the sky momentarily as they walked to see the first star twinkly in the night sky. This she believed was destiny and she was going to let fate take its course.
When she looked ahead again she could see the alcove, she looked to Atash and brushed against him before trotting off toward them alcove. "My name if you catch me," she called out her words carried on a soft breeze the ran across the savannah.
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