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 Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 10:56 am
His capture seemed like only yesterday while at the same time it felt as a distant memory. Lewenharto had slowly grown within the pride and, once his captor and the apparent leader of the place had felt it safe enough to do so, they allowed him to take up a trade. The role of prince apparently was an unflattering one unless 'gypsy' preceded it. These lions were odd but at least they had a healthy sense of humor. With some time, he had learned that he was best suited to alchemist though he did touch on the crafter's trade and had a love for the mummers and their performances. It was a formality to take one trade but the gypsy king had told him to do whatever he felt suited him so long as he was productive.
There was also something of a wedge driven between the pride. Some stared off into space, others walked around with their eyes distant as if searching, and still others were bouncing about like whelps fresh out of the den. Then on the other side of it there were lions with sharp, suspicious eyes shining with a sort of greedy light. They watched their more unstable kin with a mixture of pity and irritation. Where "Leo", as he was coming to be called, stood on the wedge he refused to say. He had established his den in between the unspoken lines of the pride and made it his business to interact with both sides as pleasantly as possible.
Tonight the mummers were going to put on a show at sunset. There were only whisps of clouds to be worried about and with the heat of the summer, it was shaping up to be a perfect night. Lewenharto loped along the coastline, just away from where the sand began to darken and dampen, and scanned the rolling sands for anything that caught the sun's light. He needed more beach glass. Larger chunks of it in a variety of colors.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 11:09 am
 Uchafu's roaming had led her to the same seashore that very night, and she too had taken to looking for trinkets. Her desire was for shells though, especially the lovely flat round white ones that seemed to be common in this area. She'd gathered quite a few, and was carrying them in the mouth. Maybe she'd try her paw at making something to carry them in later, when she bedded down for the night. As a rogue, she had no den to call her own, but she'd long since grown comfortable with lying in the tall grass and stilling her mind from fears of never waking up. That had been her plan again for this night as well.
She spied 'Leo' before he seemed to see her. Great. Was there a pride near here? She'd never come this way before. That figured. Well maybe they'd have some nice warm dens she could hide in for a day. Or maybe they'd send her running, tail tucked. She slowed her progress to a halt and stood in plain sight (she felt hiding would be suspicious) with the flat sea dollars still poking out between her teeth. Her tail betrayed her calm confidence however, flicking nervously behind her.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 12:07 am
He hadn't ignored her approach but he hadn't paid it any special mind either. There were rogues coming close to the borders, not uncommon in prides but apparently it was a little bit of an oddity in these parts because of some event in the past. He had only heard it touched on, never in detail, but he hadn't spent long within the pride just yet. Perhaps on a slower day he'd ask around.
As the female made a slow, almost fearful approach he waved a paw and chucked. "Little lady, you have no reason to tuck and scoot my way. I swear I am about as harmless as they come. Perhaps worse."
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 11:29 am
Well that was reassuring. She ceased her scooting, instead coming more directly over. Finding a clean flatish stone, she gently set the sand dollars down on it, licking the sand off her lips. "Never seen anyone down this way before." She commented. Then again, she'd never come this way before. "You alone? Or part of some pride I should be skirting?" Blunt, to the point...that was Uchafu for you. "I suppose if I'm trespassing, and you're one of those prides that demands payment, you can have my finds there. Better than my flesh and blood. Right?" She seemed calm, but she was more than ready to run if she needed to.
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 7:44 am
Leo eyed the lioness for a moment, his curious eyes roaming between hers for any sign of comedy or farce. Finding none, he broke into soft laughter and shook out his head. "What did I just say? I'm harmless. Even if it was a law to take flesh or blood, such a policy would be lost on me." He raised one of his paws. "When possible, these are for creating, not destroying. I let the patrons get their paws dirty."
Lowering his paw back to the sand he continued. "There's a pride back the way I came-", He jerked his chin towards his left shoulder. "But, from what I understand, they're not....too violent. Once you get on their good side they're a merry lot. Stories, dancing, laughing. Some practices I can't say I fully approve of but home is home. There must be a reason my paws found their way here. If it's not something you find yourself wanting, then this encounter can be our secret."
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 7:51 am
Well that was certainly good news. She seemed to consider the lion's words for a time. Rogue life would make even the most generous soul wary, and she was no exception. Talk of the delights of the pride brought back memories. Hadn't she had a family once? A place to belong? Faint wisps of stories told lifetimes ago, and companionship, and safety. It was too faint for her to be able to grab hold of any of the thoughts that passed over her mind in the blink of an eye, but she felt inside the twinge of longing to belong again. Not enough to make up her mind, but enough to make her curious.
"So I shouldn't be afraid then, hmm? Usually prides post guards on their edges. Not pacifist crafters." She didn't mean to sound as insulting as that probably came across. "Still, lucky for me. What is it they do that you don't approve of? I'd ask if they've a color bias, but seeing as you're the most spectacular looking lion I've seen in a long time, I'd imagine not. And what's it's name, also? And yours, for that matter!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 6:27 pm
"Pacifist crafter- I'll have to keep that one on the tip of my tongue." He laughed, seeming no more offended by the comment than he was the very weather above. It was, sadly, true. He'd not raise a paw to anyone if he could help it and 'crafter' was a kind summery of what he did with his time. A kind, simple one. He opened his mouth to further comment but a barrage of comments had him balking and standing wide-eyed.
"One at a time, one at a time! My but you are curious. Now I'm not sure just how much I should tell you..." He admitted. "You see, I was brought here on the end of a rope! Captured, not that I had anywhere else to be that was pressing. It was still a little uncomfortable. It's a nice enough place but the way I came to find my way was less than hospitable. Lovely lioness though, good sense of humor."
The complement had him laughing off embarrassment. "Oh come now, that's unnecessary. I'm no more spectacular than the next fellow. I've not heard of any restrictions on color- frankly that would be just silly." He smirked a little. "Though they are a silly lot, when you're on their right side. Dangerous on the wrong side. I tend to keep somewhere in the middle."
Names? Oh heavens... he had to pick one of those. There apparently was a risk to be taken in using his real name and given the circumstances surrounding his arrival, he didn't want to test the powers that be to find just what that was. "Well where I come from they call me Renaissance. And your name? Or nickname. Whatever they call you or you'd like to be called."
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