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 Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 10:38 am
 “Yourda, tell me… the God of loneliness, of what he spoke--his idea of a Pride; do you think I should contribute to his cause?”
*Zimran questioned her friend as they two walked side by side, moving slowly into the rouge lands. Zimran’s head was held high as she moved onward, gazing at her friend periodically, as if to see her facial expressions as she tired to come up with a suitable answer to her asked question.*
“Well- personally I do not know. I have no powers myself, my lady- so I do not understand the idea as well as one with powers would.”
*The waterbuck replied with a faint smile. She really couldn’t relate to Zimran, because she was nothing like her. Yourda often wondered what Zimran was thinking when she took her in years ago.*
“Mmmm… I guess this is just something I will have to consider then; I’d like to help as much as I can… after all.”
*Zimran spoke with a faint nod; she did wish to help the suffering of others but, she also was not gifted with grate powers like other Gods; she was simple and so were her talents.*
“Come on; don’t worry my lady, things usually work themselves out.”
*Yourda chimed softly before stopping in her place.*
“Let us rest here for a while; you seem to be very detracted.”
“Alright.”
*Zimran smiled with a nod, before sitting herself down beside the larger female.*
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 10:56 am
"I said I don't want to talk about it!"
A voice cried. A male's voice, he was growing slowly, but surely. Dark red fur blazed under the sun as he moved about, the eye imbued onto his forehead glimmered under the sun's rays. Two scars hit against his shoulder from when he had angered a Goddess, one he should not have, the other on his cheek from none other than his great niece. Since he had gotten them, the cub had grown distant from his family even from his own brother. His face was always plastered with a scowling agitated look when he was bothered by them and this was one of those times.
"Dumu, stop it this instant. I want to talk with you. What is bothering you, stop pushing us away. You're only a cub, stop walking!"
His mother, a fine female of a lioness. Her fur was a bight orange with a creamy white underbelly like an orange sherbet. Her tail was tipped with a violet tint and her eyes shared the same color. Behind her ear was a lone feather that she always carried and took very good care of. She had grown much more stressed than ever since the recent separation of her offspring and the uneasiness around her own mate. Her sons were always able to know how she, her father, each other, or anyone else felt being seers. But she so desperately wanted that ability to figure out what was wrong with everything. For once something was going her way....
"I don't care! I am the son of a God, I've seen more things than any mortal I can take care of myself!"
He cried back. His voice was rage filled....the rage of something pent up for so long ago. What had that wolf been doing to her son....she had left him to learn and develop his powers. What has Usufii been teaching her son? or...was this from something else?
Azra growled and jumped her son, holding him down and holding him close.
"Please stop....Ed, you are touching me you should know how I am feeling..."
He didn't reply.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 11:05 am
“Yourda..”
*As Zimran started to speak the voices of two others passed her ears. She frowned; this was not a peaceful conversation… it sounded more like a fight! With a soft mew the wingless goddess slowly moved herself from Yourda’s side and walked on until she saw the form of a lioness on top of a cub.
At first glance she was startled; was this lioness going to kill this cub?- no… they both looked to be in the middle of a verbal conflict. What was this? A mother and child fighting? The Goddess had never seen this before. With a soft voice the lioness called out.*
“Excuse me..”
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 11:13 am
Azra's violet eyes looked upon the other liones-no, this was no lioness. Her fur was a brilliant color and her mane, mane? Her golden locks just fell over her shoulders with a grand horn protruding from it. She was a magnificent being, at first glance she looked like the most angelic creature in this cruel world.
Azra flinched and gathered up her son as she slowly moved back up into a sitting position. Her eyes narrowed on the other female, her paws over her son protectively, whom was just staring at the other. Perhaps he had forgotten what he was doing just mere moments ago, luckily that was fortunate for her.
"Another deity?"
She murmured looking down to her son. She was hoping he may know the answer being the way he was. He often had a a quick vision of the future of her name being spoken or something of the sort.
"...Zim..."
He murmured. Azra returned her gaze and gave a quick bow.
"My name is Azraceri, my son, Yadumugandama. What is someone such as yourself doing in a place like this? A Goddess has her duties, what be your name, m'lady?"
She had asked, a bit weary of things. She had met many with false appearances ones like those she had dubbed "False Ones". Those who act one way and suddenly change into something else. Such a nice, kindred man would turn into a lustful rapist...or worse. This world was a cruel place, her mate was her only sanctuary from it.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 11:30 am
“Forgive me… but I was passing by with my friend and heard voices, so I decided to find out where all of this nose was coming from..”
She spoke out faintly. Her tone, though frail seemed to kind and full hearty; Zimran’s eyes narrowed softly as the young cub spoke out a part of her name. At first she couldn’t understand how he knew her, unless he was a reincarnate of someone she knew in a past life… but as she gazed upon him with narrowed eyes something within the back of her mind clicked.
He was a seer; the son of the God that had spoken to her only a few days ago. They bore similar sent and pelt’s; so this would mean that this lioness was his mate, that mate that he had spoken of before.*
“I am Zimran, Goddess of Purity; and over there is Yourda, my companion… and your son, he is a seer?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 11:43 am
Azra nodded.
"My son is. He inherited from his father as well as many other attributes. The only one he got from me would be his eyes."
She replied, holding her son close to her. What was a Goddess doing here, of all places. Especially the Goddess of Purity. She could feel Dumu struggle in her paws so she carefully released him. She knew he could not keep him forever but she was gonna try for as long as she could.
Dumu moved closer to the other Goddess and stared at her. He always had this thing about being near other people, he always stayed a good distance from just outside of their reach and his own. His abilities were triggered by touch. He could read the past, their memories, the present, their thoughts, and their future, their dreams. He narrowed his gaze on the Goddess and spoke.
"Zimran, may I touch you? Do you have secrets you wish to hide or keep to yourself. If you do then I will not invade your privacy."
He spoke with a wisdom beyond his years. He always asked to be near anyone, whenever someone approached, he would move from them. It was only when he accidentally touches someone did he feel guilty. That time was when he became distant.
"M'lady, my son wishes to know more about you. If you grant him permission he will dive into your heart and mind."
Azra explained calmly knowing her son's intentions and actions as if everyday routines. She had gone through this many times. Seeing as he never had to ask his family about touching them.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 5:32 pm
“Mmmm.”
*For a moment the Goddess stood still and gazed down at the tiny youth. He seemed well but she also felt very odd about letting him get close to her. With a soft blue gaze the lioness gazed back at Yourda and thought.
Did she have any deep dark secretes? Zimran didn’t know; she had lived, and then slept for many years; all of her memory revolved around friends and loved ones and how the world was before all of this change.*
“You may.”
*She finally answered. He wouldn’t be able to get very far, due to the fact that what she didn’t want to be know was hidden away within the deepest part of her being.*
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 5:52 pm
The dark red male cub took a step forward and carefully placed his paw on hers. Normally, it would seem one of affection but to Dumu it was an entry way into the other's body, heart, and mind. He gave a small gasp as his eyes grew wide and his fur bristled instantly. Soon his eyes closed his fur relaxed as he gave off a sort of low hum.
Dumu loved to hum. He hummed because Aki could sing. He wanted to seing too but he could not carry a note if he wanted to. He has tried, still does sometimes when he's alone. He always hummed, it made him feel more comfortable sometimes.
His mind was blanked, his sense were shut off. Sight was nothing but darkness. Hearing was silent. Smelling was dulled. Touched was senseless. Taste was tasteless. It was what he learned from Usufii, the wolf who was taking care of him and teaching him. He was slowly growing stronger too, physically more than mentally. He could run fast, he could hunt, but only small games, and he could swim too. He had been learning to survive on his rather than mastering his abilities. All the time he has been with this male, he had never seen his mate either. He made it a note to invade the wolf to see her.
His paw left Zimran's as his eyes opened again.
"You know Athrun. You're thinking about starting a pride with my father along with another god and other mortals."
He murmured as he returned to Azra's side. He narrowed at her, not fully trusting her himself. How did she know Athrun? What is this pride that she was planning to start?
Azra was feeling the same.
"M'lady, how do you know my mate? What is this pride my son speaks of? It startles me that Athrun is keeping something like this from me, of all lions, me. Zimran, what is going on here?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 29, 2006 8:06 pm
“Your mate came to me and spoke of a red male he had encountered. Apparently he felt for this mortal and in exchange of friendship they decided to form a pride, together. A pride without kings and queens; where everyone is equal. I have not made up my mind just yet but to me this idea seems well enough.”
*Zimran spoke out openly. She had nothing to hide from this female and her offspring.*
“Times are changing and we are in need of peace; he thinks that this will help bring peace back to those that feel they have lost all hope and sanity.”
*With a nod the Goddess stopped speaking and sat herself up right. She was no bigger then the other lioness, even if she was a Goddess, Zimran was frail in size.*
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 11:24 am
"Athrun has a good heat and a strong will, if this is to work, a single God can do this alone even with the help of you and I. Bringing peace will be a very hard task, Zimran. I shall speak with him when I return home. However, I will not be able to aid you immeditaely. You see..."
She cut off as she turned down to her son who's paw was on her own. He was reading her again. She sighed to herself and turned back to the Goddess. It was a bit painful for her to mention such things, but she has to give reason.
"My sons are going through a tough situation you see....They-"
"Stop beating around the bush, mother. Al has officially lost his sanity and is just cruel and evil. I am just developing my seer abilities with another seer. Just say it. What is there to hide? By the way, you're gonna get hungry soon and then tired and then you'll head home."
He finished as he withdrew his paw. Smart-a**.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 5:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 6:07 pm
At the mother’s words the goddess backed down and smiled weakly. Having such children must have been hard for her; they both were seers; and being mated to a god none the less... It all seemed so stressful for the poor lioness. The blue-eyed Goddess softly sigh as she spoke again.
“I can see that you have your own problems to mend, I am so sorry for bringing this up with you at such a time. I can come back another time perhaps?”
She didn’t want to seem rude, but she didn’t want to get in the middle of a family feud.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 6:41 pm
Azra bowed her head softly and smiled back.
"Thank you, m'lady. I appreciate it. I must sort things out myself before my family make any other decisions. I assure you that the rest of them also have some sorting to do. Now please excuse us as we take our leave."
She dipped her had again and rose up, nudging Dumu softly.
"Come along, it's time to go home. And you were right, I am hungry and a bit tired. Come along."
Dumu nodded and followed, he turned back and looked at Zimran again. He had a thought..... but it was just too complex to read now. Maybe another time.
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