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 Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 4:53 pm
Shrew:
Shrew was.. confused to say the least. Her sister had been taking off from their shared den before dawn for a while now. Usually, Siren never got up early. She liked her beauty sleep, as she called it, and was really grumpy when she got woken up early. So, the brown female was at a loss for words when she woke up for the past week to an empty den. She didn't even here Siren leave! That's what threw her off as well. The fact her sister seemed to get stealthier now that they were in the pride.
Ocean blue eyes stared out as she sat in front of the mouth of her den, brows knitting. Where on earth could Siren be going? Was she seeing a boy that she didn't know about? Sighing heavily, Shrew shook her head and got up. What was the point in just wondering? She needed to go and find her sister.
Ah, the daily things that brought her absolutely no joy. Sighing again, she headed out and about the pride, looking around. She wasn't frantic in this or anything, mainly because no matter how many times she talked to Siren, it kept happening.
Lewenharto:
It was a fantastic discovery, one that must have been a guided one by a higher being's paw. A tree, well burnt and split clean in half, stood not too far from the border of the seaside pride. Lewenharto had stumbled upon it while out gathering herbs and plants for his alchemy and after stumbling over one of the fallen sticks, realized that it left a black mark in his fur. Harmless, but distinctive. Since then he had made several trips out to peel bark from the tree and take it home. The burnt ends of twigs served him well in his sketches. Peeled bark, rocks, and even stone walls of his den and the stones around it were all open canvas for what many considered to be his insanity.
Those with insanity lingering found him odd. Too sane to be among them but those free from the 'muses' found him to be insane in his own way. He wasn't a part of one or the other and the quiet debate and tension left him somewhere in the middle. He could see both sides, understand and sympathize with them, but he couldn't rightly relate to either. He was mad, if that was a word for it, in his own way as he didn't act much like a lion. However, he was too clever and aware of himself to be rightly insane. Quite a situation.
That morning he had found a large piece of driftwood and had gone out with his chard sticks to sketch along its surface. It looked wonderfully like some sort of crocodile and with a few hours of work, it looked even more so. Berries painted the scales and char defined other features. Perhaps it would make a fun little decoy to discourage outsiders or perhaps it would be appreciated as a piece of art. Either way, he was enjoying himself.
Shrew:
Something in the distance caught her attention. A tree she hadn't noticed before. Tilting her head to the side, Shrew forgot about her sister for a moment and headed that way. Why was this tree appearing black and split? What happened here? Had the gods been angered and caused a storm that split this tree in half? Was it lightening? Is that what happened? Letting her brows knit as she came to it, she put a paw to the tree, feeling the brittle bark and then blinked when her paw slipped. Pulling away from it, she looked at the pads of her paw and frowned. Great. Now she was dirty.
Sighing, she cleaned her paw on the sand and wandered away. Until she heard scraping, that is, not too far off from the tree. Once more her curiosity was piqued and she forgot about her sister and followed the noise. Up ahead was a lion she'd only heard about. The name forgotten, but the words weren't. He was.. odd, even by pride standards. He was a loner, and yet he talked on and on. He was a work-a-holic, but he seemed to be enjoying himself now, doing whatever it was he was doing.
"Hm..." She moved closer still, coming around and watched what he was doing. What was it? Oh, a croc! That was really ineresting. How did he do it? Drawing was hard for her and her sister; not something they did often enough because of it. And still, he made it seem so easy.
Shrew was content to just sit there and watch him work until he was done. She just hoped she wasn't in the way.
Lewenharto:
Leo became aware that he wasn't alone but worked as if he hadn't. His eyes were focused on the details of the small scales he drew along the wooden creature's great head. Black eyes stared out with an almost dead stare and its mouth opened to show rows of jagged wooden teeth. He'd have to find and add shark's teeth to give it a more realistic feel but even then the teeth wouldn't be right. Sharks teeth had a different look to them, jagged edges, and were much smaller for the most part. This monster's teeth were as long as a lion's claws- and sometimes longer.
"He waits in the depths for many hours. One bite can end the greatest of kings... we can learn much from this monster." He took a step back and tilted his head to one side. "What do you think, hm? I think he looks rather pleased with himself."
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 5:17 pm
Shrew:
She was focused on watching him move. Well, watching the way he moved. It seemed fluid, thoughtful and very focused. Shrew wasn't even aware he knew she was there. She was paying attention to the tiny details in his drawing. How did he do that? The scales, the eyes, the claws.... Truly a work of art. She'd only seen a croc once or twice in her life and never did she pay much attention to how it looked. She mainly focused on running away before it snapped her head off. She knew it's beady eyes and teeth, but little else.
When the male started speaking, the female was startled. A gasp would be heard along with her jumping back a little, fur standing on end before she shuddered and relaxed. Stupid her for getting so caught up in looking it over.
"I think he does. He looks hungry, too," she murmured, stepping closer to him and the drawing. "How do you do this? Did you study the croc before doing this? Most lions I know run as fast as they can in the opposite direction instead of just staring.." He could be making it up as he goes along but something told her that this male had studied them.
Lewenharto:
"Wise lions." The male laughed lightly and looked back to his work in progress. There were dozens of unfinished works laying around his cave. Perhaps he lacked the attention to finish them or perhaps he had far too much he sought to do and not enough time to finish them all. A walking contraindication, the lion puzzled even himself sometimes.
"Just as courage imperils life, fear protects it. Running is wise from these but when they're dead there is no danger." He glanced over. "I found one laying dead on a riverbank. I imagine it tried snapping at the wrong hippo and crawled himself up on the bank to spend his final moments in the sunlight. Fascinating creature. I couldn't get my claws in its hide to see what might sit under it. I did have time enough to inspect its outside though. Impressive creation. Well worth fear and respect."
Shrew:
"Dead or alive, I wouldn't go near it. They look dad when they're sleeping, I've been told." MOre like she had seen. She thought it was alright to go to a watering hole once where a 'dead' croc was. As soon as she dipped her head to get a drink, she heard it dragging itself across the sand to get at her. She'd high tailed it out of there as fast as she could without looking back. No, she didn't trust them at all.
One probably couldn't even eat it if you could get past it's scales. The hide was so tough she could just imagine the meat was. "It looks very good, though. I don't understand how you did this. I've dried my paw at it, but I'm no good.." She moved closer still to inspect the tiny scales.
Lewenharto:
"Oh well, yes I hear that too. Clever, patient beasties they are. But when one has a gaping hole in its forehead the size of a lion's elbow it's a good bet that it no longer draws breath." He chuckled and stepped a little closer to look over her shoulder to his craft. It was...alright. He'd done better and he doubted that he'd ever be entirely happy with it. The next tide might wash up something more interesting for him to decorate, and the tide after that and the one after that...
"I can't rightly explain it myself to be honest. It.... it's sort of an obsession. I want to show what I see in my mind's eye and my body responds. Though this does little justice."
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 5:40 pm
Shrew:
"While it's not exact, you can tell what it is right away and you don't have to guess at all. They are very clever.." When he mentioned the hole in it's head, she winced and shuddered before looking away at everything else. She circled slowly, brows knitting a little more before sighing. He was very good with his paws. Seemed like he was going to go places.
"Either way, you have true works of art here... Forgive me, I should introduce myself. I'm Shrew.." She said, bowing her head a little and watched the male.
Lewenharto:
He smiled a little more and let the complement swell up his chest. There was no guess work to be had, that was good. At least it could be seen as a crocodile in the eye of a stranger. A second opinion and critic was always welcome. Without them he'd likely fret himself over every detail and scale.
"Well thank you. It's just a hobby you can say. At least for now."
He dipped his head at the welcome. Shew... that must be her 'chosen name'. He wasn't clear about the rules in the pride... perhaps they liked to keep their real names to themselves, even among kin. "Renaissance. Pleased to meet you."
Shrew:
Shrew didn't understand the naming thing either, but she wanted to not disrespect the pride, so she did what they did. Her real name was set for her mate, if she got one. At least, that's what she figured. Only two knew her real name, and one might have forgotten it. Stormclaw and Siren. Of course Siren knew it, they were sisters. Stormclaw only knew it because Siren had introduced them by their real names.
Though, she honestly didn't know if he remembered it. Sighing, she smiled a little and nodded. "Likewise. Renaissance is an interesting name." And fairly easy to remember because it was so different than normal. Her tail flicked a little bit before she settled down. "I've heard of you. They say you can craft things? What do you craft?"
Lewenharto:
"It means a revival of sorts. The end of the old into something new, or the restoration of the old into the new. Poetic for my own life I suppose but not teribly creative if you know me well." He smiled again, "Perhaps at a later time I could learn why you chose Shrew as your name. Clever things those, their ears always open and their eyes always keen. Small but respectable."
He chuckled again and bobbed his shoulders. He couldn't say he was surprised that she had heard of him. He was an odd one by all standards and the Kizi were fond of talking.
"Anything that I can, whatever comes to mind. I did find that striking a special stone against a scrap of metal produces a spark. That spark can grow to fire. Are you in need of something?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 6:00 pm
Shrew:
"I didn't pick Shrew. My sister picked it for me because I will not let her flirt with the males she wants to. I fear she'll get pregnant and pawn the kids off to me to take care of because I won't say no. Thus, I'm a prude, a shrew, in other words. Her words, actually," she said, sounding kind of annoyed. Her name just meant she was insulted every time someone called her name. But, she took this with a grain of sugar. At least she could always make her sister miserable by stoping her endevors. ..At least when she knew where her sister was.
She shook her head when he asked the question and frowned. "I do not, unless you make some sort of locating thing. My sister has been sneaking out lately and I hate tracking her down first thing every morning. Who knows where she is, either."
Lewenharto:
"Then I suppose that makes us a pair of shrews." He took a seat and began licking off his paws. They were dirty from the charred wood and he wasn't entirely sure that walking back with a distinctive trail would be wise.
"If not for pretty faces, I don't think any cubs would be born. Gruesome process really, and messy. Not to mention painful for the ladies. I myself cannot see myself easily fathering cubs but... I suppose that's where instinct comes in. Still. It doesn't make it pleasant. Not the least bit."
He looked down to his paws and raised a brow. "Suppose you make a small trench at the mouth of your cave and fill it with this char. She would be none the wiser to it in the dark and there would be a trail to where she's gone off to."
Shrew:
When he suggested that, she stopped and thought about it. Siren wouldn't ever think her sister would do something like that, try to track her. Nodding after a moment, those blue eyes lokked over to him and grinned. "Of course. That's a brilliant idea!" She knew just the spot she could do it too. Licking her lips, she looked back to the tree and tiled her head a little more. "Hm.." Looking back at him, she bobbed her head in thanks.
"You've been a delightful change in a day. I'm afraid I've bot a bit of work to do now.. Would you mind if I found you again to talk one day?" Honestly, someone to talk to for her was rare. But, he was an interesting sort. Perhaps he would be a friend to her in tim. Right now, he was a nice change from the serious Stormclaw or her sometimes, stupid sister.
Lewenharto:
"Well you have made an artist very happy and an old croc proud." He returned with a smile. Standing himself up he began collecting his charred sticks to return them to a satchel he wore on his hind quarters. It was a cumbersome thing at times, but it made life a little easier for him in times like this.
"Oh of course. You are welcome to my den whenever you need a few words or an eyefull of oddities."
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 6:32 pm
Shrew:
She nodded and gave him a smile before dipping her head in parting. Shrew would return to the tree and look about for a good sized piece of bark that was already peeling off. If she was going to do this, she had to be swift about it. There was absolutely no telling when her sister would be back. Though she did know it was always after noon. Looking up at the sky, she knew she had very little time left.
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