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 Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 8:22 pm
Taban woke with the sound of crickets chirping in the overworld. He had positioned himself inside of one of the many caves that led out into the heart of the mistweaver valley, listening for the night before taking his shift on patrol. Fubar and Lucia patrolled the boarders during the day and he had agreed to patrol the very center at night when it was most likely to have more preditor activity.
The cheetah had grown, his body thicker than most of his kin due to his lifestyle. He frowned slightly as he paused near a pool of still water branching from the main river, reaching a paw up to pat at the mantle on his head. It wasn't growing like it was supposed to... maybe he wasn't eating right or maybe he spent too much time under ground? Whatever the reason... his 'mane' wasn't growing as he had hoped. "Hmm.... how very disappointing."
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 8:37 pm
"If you're so disapointed in your looks, maybe you shouldn't be looking so hard." Sekhmet snorted, her bright red eyes blinking from the shadows.
Another lion, she might be more leery of approaching, but an Cheetah and a partialy grown one? Even a half grown she-lion like herself could surely deal with such thin looking creatures in a pinch. And she was, after all, Sekhmet. "You're in the middle of mistweaver lands, but I don't think we've met...." She notes, eyes narrowed, two bright cinders from her almost invisible shape.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 9:01 pm
The cheetah looked up calmly, his pale eyes catching the dappled moonlight as they sought out the source of the voice, "Hmm... yes I'm well aware of where I am." He said, disreguarding the comment about his looks, "And no I don't believe we have. I prefir to work with a certain ammount of... secrecy." He looked her over slowly, she resembled the ebony lion they'd conversed with, "You are... the daughter of Ramses then? A good one, him. My deepest sympathies to the..." He tilted his head slightly, "Mis-placement of your brother."
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 3:57 pm
She growled savagely at this, eyes narrowing.
"My brother is a fool who misplaced himself chasing a nightmare he mistook for a dream. If he cared for any of us he never would have left." She stood up, tail flicking, it's dark dusty brown tip and the stripe down her back the lightest points on her, the rest so dark even her father couldn't match her blackness. "As you might guess, I'm not sure I care much for the secrative at the moment. Why don't you share some before I make my own call as to weather or not you belong here."
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 3:37 pm
"With a native- gladly." He tilted his head slightly to the side, a gesture of respect more than anything, "My name is Taban, son to the honorable king and queen of the Anansi. A pride in which your father and uncles have made a... friendship with in the recent days. I am only here to observe for now... it seems there have been internal issues that need to be addressed before we might handle any outside annoyances." He gestured casually with a paw around them, "And yes I know of your brother, it was I that brought the news. Again, my deepest sympathies."
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 7:20 am
She eyed him warily at this, trying to remember what little she'd heard from her Father and Uncles regarding that name. But what she'd heard mentioned were ...no maybe they'd mentioned a Cheetah, but....odd. Her ears flicked as she stood up and jumped down, stalking forward boldly.
"He's the one thats going to need sympathy if I ever see his face again..." She growled, hotly. How could her brother have done that to her? She and He had been the most strange looking of the litter, near perfect black and near perfect white....she'd thought it meant they would be close, instead it had torn them apart. Where he seemed like something had been crushed and broken inside, now, in retrospect, making his sickness clear, like a gagging putrid reek that you only noticed once you were someplace to judge between it and clean air, she was passionate, as though she were making up for the things he refused to or could not feel. Like sanity. Like consience. Like wholeness and rightness.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 9:10 pm
Taban found himself smirking to the threat towards the young lioness' brother. "A fool that little male had been, the way he spoke had been as if he was almost waiting for the pink devil, expecting him...", Taban explaned cooly, "I was curious as to how exactally he knew where to be...having wanted to leave so badly, and at such a young age." He walked slowly to the side of the river once more, casually looking down at the pair of reflections, "In my opinion...it's hardly likely that a cub got in the idea of leaving home at such an early age all by himself. A good cause to look further into the matter, don't you think?"
The cheetah stepped back, turning his head towards the jungle, "Of course... there are enough invadors around to have planted the seeds of such an obsurd idea, many of which have just arrived, having cubs of their own. Why... in my scouting I've even spotted a firekin male. Devilish little creatures he's spawned here...I wouldn't be suprised if the likes of him or some of the others might have encountered your brother and filled his mind with such things. They may even be working for that pink demon himself, infultrating you, breeding little spawns under the safety of your leaderless pride, only to rise up and take control for their master."
He purred, flashing a smooth grin, "I say that one thing leads to another quite logically in this mentality, wouldn't you agree?"
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