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 Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 7:47 pm
 "Just a jump to the left. And a jump to the right!" The small yellow cub exclaimed loudly as her movements mimicked what she had been saying. Putri had decided to venture away from her mother and siblings for a small walk or adventure through the pride, looking to see what the other members were like. Since her birth she and her siblings had not been allowed out to much until just recently due to their small stature and higher risk of getting stepped on. However, her mother had finally given in to allowing her to venture out and see what was what in her homeland.
With a smile the cub kept jumping from side to side singing a new song that she made up, as she went along. Finally though she stopped on a large stone in the middle of the path and looked around in confusion at why it was just sitting there by itself. Curiously, she laid down and pressed her face very close to the stone, seeing if someone had moved it there recently or a long time ago. "What are you doing here all by yourself little stone? Are you lonely?" Putri asked it, tilting her head slightly to one side. It was a mystery, one she was determined to figure out.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 7:52 pm
[ Really sorry about the delay on this. ;n; ]
Wandering slowly through the bushes, Kamala looked quite dazed. It was an expression he held often, actually, largely due to the fact that his vision was relentlessly covered with red blotches, growing and shrinking all on their own. Part of him really didn't understand, why all of a sudden some of the others in the pride thought it strange that he still held this 'obscurity.' The fact that the goddess who caused it all left didn't really click with him - he just thought that if you've had it since birth, it should still be there, right? Though his had never really been anything extreme, like some of the others' had been, he would still feel quite lonely without it.
Coming to a stop for a moment, Kamala lifted one of his large paws, lightly rubbing the back of his ear with it. He was careful to avoid the braid that laid behind it, with ruffly red petals strewn throughout. He had found a small area, in a less populated area of the pride, where they grew. They were beautiful, and reminded him of the splotches he saw every day.
Continuing on, Kamala flicked his eyes up lazily, hearing the sound of someone talking just up ahead. He wasn't really the talkative type, but he wasn't going to just avoid them all-together. That would just be rude.
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