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 Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 1:31 am
 Ishara opened her eyes slowly as she gradually began to wake.
The bright colors of the sunrise were spilling into the den where others were both rising and still sleeping. As her mind cleared of the fogginess of the dream world, Ishara brought herself to a position where she was still lying but was sitting up.
The dark lioness let out a long and wide yawn as she looked around den observing her surroundings and getting her bearings. Once she was coherent enough, Ishara stood completely and stretched out all for of her limbs before she began to make her way out of the den and into the sunlight.
She smiled widely as she looked over the bright and beautiful day that was rising over her homelands. Ishara felt optimistic about the day, well she usually felt optimistic, but today seemed like it could be an especially good day.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2015 6:34 am
 Sar hadn't yet gone to bed, having hunted with his group all night. It had been a good night, with not only an antelope for the pride but also his own snack to watch the morning arrive. Sar held the his catch in his maw and trotted toward a nice spot of the pride's land to enjoy his snack which would hold him over until those that really needed their catch had gotten a good helping. Sar didn't really like taking his share until he knew the sick, young, elderly and pregnant had all had a good share to the prey that was caught, so on bad days, he went without. But bad days were rare with so many hunters and huntresses working around the clock to keep the pride well feed. Still he had gotten into the habit of catching small animals to take care of his own hunger.
Finding a good extra large flat rock, Sar settled down to bake in the morning sun, observe the earliest morning residents as he ate before finding his own den. Maybe he would visit a sibling and their family before calling it a day. Play with a few cubs. Their take on the world around them was always so enlightening. If Sar could ever become a Pride Historian, he would engage the listeners of their pride's past as the cubs engaged him. And well everyone that he knew. It just felt like those that loved history rarely told the tales with any kind of - drama. Lots of dry facts and history wasn't dry.
Sar shook his head to push that out of his head. He was still trying to juggle too many thoughts with too many goals. One thing at a time. Even if he never became a HIstorian, Sar could still tell historical, mythological, legendary tales to his own cubs one day. If he could do two things. Find a lovely lioness to settle down with that wasn't related to him and court her without making a horrible fool of himself. Neither objective was easy. Not only did never get to practice the whole courting thing - because practicing on family members is still ... well weird to say the least, but he didn't exactly have a social schedule with the night shift to find females within the pride never mind out in the rogue lands willing to settle down in the pride. He had never even been to the roguelands. Maybe the rogue lands wasn't even a place as far as he knew.
Sar shook his head yet again. Twice in one morning. That was a becoming a theme in his thinking. Time to step back and figure stuff out.
He looked down at the rock and smiled. It was a good rock. Big enough for two and a couple of cubs to lay out on. When he finally found someone, maybe he would bring her here and they could sleep in the sun for awhile before starting their days. That would be nice.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2015 1:38 pm
Fully awake and with a spring in her step, Ishara made her way out into the open grasslands of the pride to see what would become of the day.
She took a moment to watch her fellow pride members as they bustled about to and fro and think of what she would like to do first. A low grumble in her belly told her just what it was that she would be doing first to start off her day. With that, she walked over to where she knew where the members of the pride that did their hunts during the night dropped off their kills.
Ishara was eternally grateful for those who ensured that the pride had food to sustain them early in the day. For her, her eyes closed as soon as the moon rose up into the night sky. Now, she would be more than happy to go hunting during the midday period, when the sun was highest in the sky, but for now she would enjoy the fruit, or meat, of someone else's labor.
Once she reached the bustling that was happening around whatever kill had been brought home, she patiently waited her turn before eating a small part of the animal. She only needed enough until the afternoon.
Ishara spotted one of the hunters that she thought she saw was part of the group that had gone out the previous night and approached him.
"Good morning! You were part of the group that went hunting last night weren't you? I just wanted to say thanks to you guys cause I would have a really hard time trying to hunt when it was dark out."
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2015 2:00 pm
Sar smiled as the different pride members took their shares of the night’s kill. The pride of caring and feeding others wasn’t a bad gig at all. He started to delicately pull the meal he had caught for himself apart to better get around bones and fat and get to the good parts. Especially the liver. Sar loved the livers. They were just so tasty. Unable to resist, he gobbled it up as soon as he could.
And then’s when one of the pretties lionesses he had ever seen approached him. Mouth full. Pigging out on the liver. Granted it wasn’t a large liver, but still, it was rather embarrassing. Especially in front of a pretty lioness that he wasn’t related to. What he wasn’t related to her, was he? Because that would just not be very far of the gods and the universe.
Sar quickly swallowed down the liver to reply to her kindness. And choked, having forgotten to chew. Yep. This was a good impression.
Coughing around his words, Sar tried, “G’ ‘orn’g.” If she understood that, it would be a miracle. He had to stop coughing at the very least to say something intelligent. Semi-intelligent. Almost intelligent would do at this point.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 11:03 am
Ishara giggled lightly at that fact that she'd caught the lion with his mouth full, and waited patiently for him to finish. While she waited, she took the moment to discretely check him out. He was quite the handsome male.
Ishara had only ever had one love interest in her life, and that had faded away with the passing winds. It had been nice though, and looking at this handsome male in front of her, she thought that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to try again.
The lioness was snapped out of her daydream when the male in question began choking. Alarmed, she started to pat his back until his coughing subsided.
"Are you alright?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 3:40 pm
Sar nodded as his airway finally became clear. “Yes, I’m alright. Chewing helps, you know?” Sar smiled shyly at the lioness. Since he’d already made a fool of himself, Sar saw no reason not to steam roll right on and continue where he had meant to leave off. Before choking. “I was trying to say good morning, but I’m sure all you caught was Galkhdfoahidhajfkafdhg –“ Sar stopped and tried to figure out what had brought the pretty female over to. Oh. The night hunting. Right.
“Um. Well, you’re welcome. I think. I mean. We’re only doing our duty to the pride and all. Some of us hunt in the morning, some of us hunt in the afternoon, and some of us at night.” Sar shrugged. He looked over at what was left of their catch and smiled, glad to see that most of it was gone. It was always a good shift to feel for Sar. He always felt like he was contributing when he saw what little was left of the carcasses they hauled in. There was something to be said for the immediate pleasure of providing for those you cared about, whether you liked or knew them.
Sar looked back at the lioness, once again shy and stuck. What did you say to someone you weren’t related to? Or played with as a cub so feel like they might as well be related to you? He felt the silence between the stretch on forever before he remembered. They didn’t know each other. So they didn’t even know each other’s names. Gods, he was being an idiot today. He needed to go to bed and reset for tomorrow. “I’m Sar, by the way.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 11:23 am
"That's quite alright, I clearly caught you at exactly the wrong moment," Ishara replied, still trying to make sure the male in question was breathing properly.
She was also trying to contain her laughter in fear of offending the male. She wasn't necessarily humored by his unfortunate predicament, but rather the adorable looks on his face as he attempted to regain his composure. It gave her more time to memorize his face and features. She would definitely be seeking this male out again in the future.
"I'm know it's your job, but it's still appreciated when there's food around when people are hungry. Everyday you and the others provide for the rest of us, I think you should hear our appreciation once in a while. I myself am beginning to lose interest in hunting and thinking of becoming a nanny. I have always loved the little ones."
"My name is Ishara, it's nice to officially meet you."
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