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 Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 7:16 pm
Now that her children were all grown and doing thier own thing, however much Katyria might have not liked it, Katyria was suffering from empty-nest syndrome. She liked having the little ones to care for, the sound of little mewls, and the knowledge that there were lives dependent upon her.
She loved all of her children, even if her raising of them was harsh at time, controlling, and however much she mother hened them, breathing down their neck. She felt like she had been a good enough mother, but if she had it to do all over again, she knew there were improvements that could be made.
The problem was, getting another chance. There were no males in the pride that she was really interested in in the sense of a long-term relationship. And it wouldn't be fare to whatever lion she got with is she were merely to be using him for the cubs he could help her produce. No, that wasn't fair at all, and it was because of this Katyria was unhappy.
She had a problem. She wasn't happy unless she had children to care for - little paws running about her feet, large eyes gazing up at her as if she were the world....
She loved that feeling, loved being a mother. And it was because of that katyria was out in the roguelands seeking someone who could fulfil her needs, no strings attached. She'd return to the Pride Lands of course - it was her home now, and a wonderful environment for raising her little ones, but what she needed at the moment was not to be found there.
Not just any male would do, either. She had standards after all!
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 7:32 pm
Firaga was wondering without a solid game-plan. He was repeatedly failing with his challenges to enter the Storm born pride, and he wasn't really sure if it was worth it anymore. So here he was, the Silent Force, wondering without aim when he happened upon Katyria. He said nothing, for as was his way. Silent Force, indeed. He was but a looming, dark, dangerous, presence in the shadows of a large acacia tree.
She was not his concern - he couldn't care less about some female. he couldn't care less about anyone really .he had his own things to be concerned about.
He had thought about stopping by the Kizingo'zaa lands where he'd had his last fling to see what had come of it - if he'd born any sons. But then he realized he didn't care. SO what if he did? It didn't really change things. he was just as well off without knowing.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 7:37 pm
Katyria could feel his eye upon her - that dark prescence making the furr stand up along her spine. without a doubt when she turned and looked, in the shadows of a great acacia tree lay a large dark male with markings the color of fire. A demon, she thought initially, but closer inspection assured her that it was simply just another lion like herself.
Even closer inspection revealed that...no, he was not the father she sought. His dark aura for one was not something she wanted to spread - especially amongst a place as peaceful, as serene, as the Pride Lands. She didn't want to be the one to bear the sons or daughters that would sully that peace and bring horrors, terror, to the lands she delightfully called home. Still, she was intrigued - perhaps because she had grown up with darkness, with the edgyness, and found some comfort in it. However she had no desire to slip in to her old ways. But just a chat, maybe....
"Oh Dark One, this climate, hot and oh so dry, does not suit you. Why are you here?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 7:39 pm
"I am here because I choose to be. You have no place to question me - these lands are not yours," Firaga replied defensively.
He would not be run off. Not that any little female could run him off! Ha! He was Firaga, the Silent Force. He was a great fighter! He'd fought all his life. Every moment, every breath, was a battle, and thus far he had been, and always would be, the fierce victor.
"I could ask the same of you, but I suspect you'd give me a similar reply - so why bother asking in the first place?"
Then he caught her scent.
"I know what you seek, and you won't find it here." He crinkled his nose.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 7:44 pm
Katyria rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Of course, how foolish of me..."
And then he mentioned a certain knowing of what she sought, and Katyria bristled.
"You know nothing of me, lion. And I already deemed you unfit, anyway," Katyria said, sticking her nose up in the air.
What as a*****e. Yet another reason not to choose him, even if he had been fit to father her children. Indeed, katyria was quite picky in what she wanted this time. last time, any lion would do. She had gotten lucky. This time however... This time, she wanted to take no chances. She would bear and raise the best cubs anyone could possibly home for. To be a mother...she felt that was her purpose in life.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 7:47 pm
Baited, Firaga rose and snarled at the haughty lioness before him.
"Unfit!? I'll have you know that I am the strongest lion of the best lineage a lioness like you could hope for."
Firaga was proud, but not usually a braggart. In fact, he rarely spoke at all, but this lioness... Well, maybe he was actually growing to miss the social interaction as well... Either way, he got nose to nose with Katyria, teeth flashing white, and a growl rumbling low in his throat. How dare she... He was a prize... A prize! Any lioness, any, all, should be falling at his feet.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 7:51 pm
Katyria was not impressed, and the look on her face showed it. She was completely unmoved, even nose to nose. No matter how he puffed up, postured, and got in her face, she remained unconvinced, and unimpressed.
"Well this lioness doesn't think so. This lioness thinks that you are nothing she wants. This lioness will not fall at your feet to bear your children. And hopefully none ever shall."
Katyria knew she was only angering him more, but so be it. A fight was just as good right now.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 9:02 am
((and this is why we don't write while tipsy guys. O GAD WRY!?))
Firaga then stood up straighter, resuming his usual cool, distant self. He couldn't beleive hed almost rose to the baiting of some sassy lioness. He really was slipping.
"You know little, lioness. Now carry on. You won't bait me any further."
Firaga turned and began to walk away. To where? Who knows. He wasn't even sure. He just knew that he needed to find himself.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 9:06 am
Katyria was disappointed, and she scoffed as she watched him leave.
"Fine, whatever, run away. I don't care."
She turned the opposite direction to continue on her path to....what it was she was searching for. Hopefully she would come accross better candidates for fatherhood than that poor example of a lion. Ha, he thought himself somethign special eh? POPPYCOCK! She hoped one day one of her great children would come accross him and beat his sorry tail!
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 9:09 am
See, that was the problem with females, Firaga thought. And why he never wanted a mate. Terrible things. He was fine by himself. Did he even really need the Stormborn? Should he head back and continue his attempts to become one of them?
Part of him did long for a home, however this little excursion, encounter, and his continued failures at the challenges made him more than a little discouraged and disillusioned with the idea of belonging somewhere, or to someone.
There was a lot he needed to clear up in his mind. He needed to set his desires straight. Figure himself out.
He headed into the darkness of the jungle.
The two parted ways - likely never to come accross one another ever again. Hopefully.
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