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 Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 4:33 am
Since when had the savannah ever been so dead?
The decaying green serval reflected drolly while strolling across the strangely absent landscape. Well, he didn’t so much stroll as he ambled, dragging his limbs in a manner that made the feline seem sickly. Perhaps the main reason why predators chose to keep their distance. Don’t want to eat that one, might end up with leprosy.
Though not typically the sort to enjoy crowded landscapes, the complete lack of live seemed to have an adverse affect. All thisss… quiet, it makes my head… hurt.
Hissing to himself blandly, an almost unconscious sort of awareness was drawn to a dark figure that stood along a border of trees. Like a wall meant to keep out invaders the tall swamp trees towered like twisting, ominous guardians. Kioza had a feeling it was the glowing eyes that peered from the sanctuary of the shadows which were truly keeping the stray lion at bay. What’s thisss…? Those—fluffy ones won’t let… that… one. Play with them…? Well.. that’s not very. Pretty.
A single ear cocked forward, straining to hear the quiet voice of the pariah.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 4:36 am
…so far. I came so far. Ozark’s voice carried on the still air. Defeated. Ghostly blue eyes peered into the blackness ahead of him. The scent of moist earth was heavy from the swamp that lay before him. Even heavier was the aroma of the guardians that refused to allow him entrance into the home of the spirit talkers.
How long had he dreamed of this moment? Of finding a land where there were others like him. It was a dream that had been dashed for the cries that beckoned him seemed to go unnoticed by these xenophobic lions. Their growling voices daring him to step beyond the boundaries that separated their pride from the rogue lands. An invisible line that was not to be crossed least they pounce like a pack of starving hyenas. Tell me. At least tell me you can see them. Tell me you hear them!
Half pleading Ozark lifted his paw, leaning to step towards them. At the last moment he reconsidering though, returning the step to its original place. There was no getting through to them. The animosity these swamp lions seemed to feel for rogues was thick enough to be palatable. Their hatred for what they didn’t understand left an unpleasant taste in his mouth. The ability to taste emotions—not that it was a new experience. There had been more than a few times when he could feel the slimy sensation of his own pride’s disgust for him.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 4:49 am
Hear. What. Kioza’s pointed voice asked, curious despite the lack of true question in his voice. Upon reaching the lion’s side the small bodied serval could only now appreciate the true size of this behemoth. Head crooking backwards to greet the lively blue eyes which swiveled towards him, set into a large, dark face. They were strangely still though. Motionless and seemed to look through him. Eerie. Kioza liked this one already.
It wasn’t like Ozark hadn’t been aware of the small feline’s arrival, he just chose not to acknowledge the wanderer. The last thing he needed was some strange scavenger tagging after him making trouble. A quiet sigh slithering off his tongue as he turned away from the edge of the Jini-msemi pride lands. This had been a grand waste of time. Not only were the rumors of the spirit talkers completely false, but it would have been nice if someone in his travels had cared to mention that they weren’t welcoming towards outsiders. What now..?
Reeling back on his haunches to twist around the lone mountain cat began the arduous trek in the same direction he had come from, though not to the same mountain where he had once lived. There was no going back there.. ever. Behind him the odd gait of small paws followed. For something living the little scavenger possessed a carrion like scent. Like the walking dead.
You always sssso. Rude? He called without raising his voice with a tremendously unusual speech pattern that creaked and strained to emphasize syllables yet also spoke other words in stunted, breathless jerks. It gave Ozark the willies and that was saying something considering he regularly conversed with the dead. He’d never met anyone quite like this one. Oz would have preferred to keep it that way if he had any choice in the matter.
Awwh, come now. Won’t----talk. Because the. Other. Lions were mean? Someone forgot to mention. Sssswamp cats are leery. You would have better. Luck. With those cackling Kizingo folk. He wasn’t sure why he was offering the information, it wasn’t like he particularly cared what happened to this rogue to Kioza he was like any other lion on the savannah, but then again… maybe he wasn’t. Something compelled the gangrenous colored serval to offer his services. Though he tried to convince himself that the reasons drifted no deeper than the superficial state of boredom he was currently facing he certainly knew better than that. It was just a feeling.
Kizingo..? Despite himself Ozark’s step hitched and he repeated the name, testing it with a hopeful lilt in his deep baritone.
Grinning crookedly at the fact that he had successfully baited his prey, Kioza bobbed his head and ushered a slightly quicker pace to catch up. A bunch of crazies near the ocean. They… talk… to unnatural things or s---
Unnatural things? Interrupting brusquely Ozark expressed his incredulousness with a raised brow. After the huge disaster coming to the Jini-msemi had been he was understandably suspicious of rumors. He couldn’t afford to get his hopes dashed a second time. Meaning what?
If you. Let. Me. Finisssh. Barking at the awkward lion, Kio was beginning to realize that he was younger than he seemed. Younger than he looked as well. It could only make the serval wonder what had happened in his live to make the youth so haggard. They have muses. Speak. To the spirits of things.. all different things. I hear.
Wrinkling his muzzle the tall male expressed his displeasure silently before turning away to continue his journey. He was quickly learning that here on the plains what often sounded too good to be true, usually was. A harsh lesson though not one he was better off without.
Slippery devil. Kioza was certain he’d hooked the massive brute. He’d try a new piece of bait. Blue eyes. Bet they’ll take well to you there.
An ear twitched mildly with interest. Why?
Can’t. Say. Perhaps you ssshhhould. Ask. Them… yourself. Sauntering between the pillars of the puzzling outcast’s long legs, Kioza set the course for the next adventure. He length of his tail snapping like a brittle twig into various impossible looking kinks. Just behind him Ozzy hesitated, expression guarded and uncertain about this new destination as he took the first step to follow his unrequested guide. There was nowhere else for him to go now... might as well see what lay in wait for him in the lands of this so called Kizingo.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2011 4:51 am
Total Word Count: 1.196
SELF RP COMPLETE
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