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 Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 2:05 pm
 She was hardly in her best of moods, Imara decided. In fact, she was quite crappy today, lying down beneath the shade of a tree. In some ways, she was a little happy and excited! But for goodness’ sake, this was irritating. Her belly was rather large, and she wasn’t so sure it was done growing. The lioness scowled, glaring at an ant as it walked over her paw. She wasn’t stupid, she knew exactly what were possible consequences of what she had done with Hadaya.
She liked the male, actually. Liked him a lot! Perhaps even loved him, though such a description seemed so silly to her. But, frankly, she did not dig being pregnant. It sucked, terribly. And she was quite sure giving birth wouldn’t be so great, either. Things were changing too quickly, and Imara felt she wasn’t managing to adjust her own attitude and adapt quickly enough.
“Stupid ant.” She concluded her thoughts with an unrelated comment, and raised a paw to flick the insect away.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 2:19 pm
 Dayo was skipping around humming to herself as she spotted a familiar lioness. Why it was her friend Imara! She wondered if the dark lioness was sleeping or just resting in the shade. It seemed nice under the tree so Dayo changed direction and dashed towards the shady spot.
"HI!" she called, "Hi Imara, are you hot today? I'm a bit hot today but it's kind of nice out too."((aaand I ran out of juice completely... Heh... but you've got a little bit to work with at least.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2012 2:22 pm
She knew this cub, and had already accepted her as an alright kid. Dayo was pretty nice, and had probably helped Imara along with getting comfortable in the pridelands. But she wasn't in a bad mode, and considered trying to be rude and getting the little female to just go away.
But then she realized, if ever, now she had some motivation for spending time with a kid. So she sniffed slightly, and tried to get rid of her irritation. "Hi, Dayo. I am hot." She confirmed. Her dark pelt certainly wasn't helping! all the more reason to hide out under a tree. "I don't like this weather." Imara said, with a scowl. She preferred cloudy days. Sadly, most days were sunny.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 12:43 pm
The young lioness hadn't started to reflect on where babies came from yet, so she didn't notice Imara's state right away. She liked to talk to talk to the dark lioness, but it had been a while since last time. Imara was a grown up, but she seemed lots more approachable than other adult lionesses in the pride. Perhaps because the dark lioness tended to keep to herself, and because it was easier to talk to one lioness than to a group of them. Yeah, that might be it. Lately Dayo had seen her with a new male, but she hadn't talked to him yet.
"What kind of weather do you like?" Dayo asked, "Oh, nighttime is nice. Especially when it's hot in the day and then it's cool but not cold in the nighttime."
Dayo shouldn't be awake in the night and able to notice those things, but... You know... Ah, she usually slept when she was supposed to.
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 6:31 am
"I like cooler." She nodded, and at the cub's mention of nighttime, wondered why she didn't just do like other lions, and hyenas, and leopards, and turned more towards nocturnal habits. It seemed a good way to go, since it was a whole lot cooler. And if it were a cold night, warming up was easier when you were walking around, not lying about.
Imara curled her flame colored tail, then let it flop over one of her paws. "How about you?" She asked, just in way of keeping things going. The dark lioness was bad at starting new conversational topics herself, so her course of action this time would simply be build onto what they had. Weather. Not very exciting, but, it worked.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 4:20 am
Dayo had to think, but only for a short while. She was pretty easy to please and usually didn't think much about the weather.
"After rain!" she chirped happily, "After rain is awesome. And muddy! Do you like mud? Mud is awesome when it's hot, but then there's usually not much mud around..."
Most adults didn't seem to like mud according to her limited experience, or it might just be the task of cleaning muddy fur on muddy cubs they didn't like. Dried mud didn't taste very nice after all. Dayo would just have let the mud dry and fall off instead, but that was never how it played out. It was easier and tastier to clean up after a meal. Ah, some day she might get more interested in staying clean, but for now she wasn't overly concerned as long as she wasn't too filthy. Of course, her own opinion of "too filthy" was not the same as mom's.
She flopped down in the shade and prodded Imara's tail tuft with one paw. The splash of colour was irresistible. There were lots of lions in different colours running around of course, but Dayo was used to the sandy hues of her family. Colour was fun to look at and touch, and her more colourful playmates had to deal with her fascination.
"How did you get a tail like that," she asked.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 5:13 am
Imara considered the mud thing. Though she wasn't the sort of lioness to throw a fit over getting dirty, being from a place that was rather dusty, dirty and, after the rains, muddy, she did have some issues with it. "It can be itchy." She said, without quite expressing whether or not she ultimately liked mud.
Her tail immediately moved away at the touch, but either she wasn't paying attention to what she did with it, or Imara was alright with entertaining a cub, it ended up flopping back lamely, on top of Dayo's paw.
"I stole it." Her intention was humor, simply because of the way Dayo asked, but the dark lioness sounded perfectly serious.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 8:01 am
Mud could be kind of itchy as it dried. The cub nodded, and didn't seem to care that Imara hadn't said if she liked mud or not. Dayo giggled as the tail started to play a game of tag with her. She tried to put her paw on top of it to continue the game.
"Really," she said, not sure if she should believe it or not. Imara sounded sincere, but surely you couldn't steal colour? "Who'd you steal it from? A hyena?"
Dayo had been thinking and talking a lot about hyenas lately. Perhaps because they were the kind of creatures you used to scare cubs straight (didn't work on her apparently) or because a pack of the dangerous animals lived so close. If she climbed pride rock she could almost see the border where their land met the graveyard. She wondered what the hyena lands were like, more than terribly dangerous and certain death for cubs.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 10:30 am
A different lion might try to amuse the cub and joke a bit. Sadly, Imara lacked such wit, and frowned. "I was joking, couldn't you tell?" She frowned slightly, sliding her tail out from beneath the cubs paw and letting it fall once again. She didn't realize just yet that Dayo was playing a game, and her tail moved quite randomly.
"I was born with it. My mother's tail was like that." She shrugged. "What's up with you pridelanders and hyenas?" The question might seem out of place, but people around here seemed quite fixated on the whole hyena thing. She had heard about the war, more-or-less, but it still seemed strange to Imara. Hyena this, or that. "Maybe I could have stolen it from a lion. Like the firekin." That would have been her first guess.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2012 3:11 pm
"Yes," Dayo said and pawed at the tail tuft again, "I knew that."
She didn't, but now she did so it wasn't quite a lie. Getting it from her mom made more sense she supposed. Dayo's tail tuft looked more like her father's tail than her mother’s now when she thought about it. She had to turn around and check to make sure. Yeah, kind of like daddy's tail. She had to turn around again when Imara asked about hyenas. She was an adult so she should know, but she repeated what she'd heard. She hadn't even been born when the hyenas of the elephant graveyard tried to invade their home, but her life had still been shaped by it happening.
"They are evil, and they eat cubs," she said and growled in a way that was much cuter and less intimidating than she would like, "And they are evil. What's a firekin? Are they on fire?"
Dayo had never seen fire, or hyenas, but she soaked up all kinds of stories from siblings, playmates and older pride members and parroted them back to any who would listen.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 10:51 am
"Oh." Imara had no reason to doubt Dayo, so she didn't. She was a simple lioness like that. Perhaps too simple, sometimes.
She even almost chuckled at the cub's little growl there, because such a thing might have gotten her picked on, had they been the same age. And both raised in the outlands. She was quite sure at least once a sibling had poked fun at her for a silly growl, and so Imara had made sure all future growls were much better.
"Firekin? They're lions that live in the desert. Never seen one myself, just heard 'bout them. Supposed to be red, and fiery."
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 1:06 pm
"Like your tail," she filled in and nodded. So fire and firekin looked kind of like Imara's tail. Now she knew. "Where's the desert?"
She knew there were lions outside the pride, since they joined the Pridelands all teh time, but she wondered where they lived since they didn't have a pride rock. Or maybe they had. Hmmm... She had a vague idea of what a desert was. Some kind of hot and sandy place.
"Is there a pride rock in the desert?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 9:32 am
The whole geography part of the world wasn't Imara's strong point. Sure, she knew some things, like the Pridelands, but others... Not so much, really. "That way, I guess." She indicated, lamely, to the north.
As for a pride rock, she was stumped. She assumed there wasn't, because Pride Rock was supposed to be all special. A one-of-a-kind thing. Imara had traveled around... a bit. Not too far, of course, but she'd been a rogue for a while. Pride rock was certainly the only one she had ever seen. "Nah, don't think so."
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 3:56 am
Dayo turned her head to look as Imara tried to point out the desert. She couldn't see anything, but she had already figured it must be pretty far away. Might be good to know if she ever wanted to visit the desert. Or if she wanted to impress another cub. She'd point there and tell them about the desert and the firekin and stuff. Ohhh... she should totally tell her know-it-all brother!
"That's really weird," Dayo stated, "Where would they live without a pride rock?"
She didn't stop to think about the fact that Imara had lived elsewere and survived perfectly fine without a pride rock.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 6:31 pm
She tilted her head, a bit confused. She didn't quite understand the cub identifying Pride Rock as essential for living. After all, though she was a pridelander now, she didn't live in pride rock. It was a big rock, but not that big that it fit every lion in the pride!
"I dunno. I never went in that far." Imara shrugged, because she couldn't quite think of where they could hide in a desert. But she figured they had someplace to go! "Maybe there's an oasis or something." She mused out loud.
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