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 Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2007 10:29 am
 Bumburuka Shemshi, or "Ruka" as her sisters had deemed her to get around using the mouthful her mother had allotted to her, was quite new to the world and quite scared of it. Perhaps scared was a little more powerful a term than the actuality, but it certainly seemed to fit at first glance for the way the brilliantly orange cub slunk along the jungle floor, cowering away from most everything around her. Especially the birds, where the were any.
Birds, in Ruka's mind, were quite demonic, you see. She wasn't certain as to why, but their similarly brilliant pluumage, racking calls and sharpened talons caused her to press her ears back and pray she couldn't be seen. Then again, strangers weren't something she was totally fond of either--not that she had ever met any; the strangers from her mother's stories were lesson enough. Yet, the lioness cub still told herself, and her sisters, that she wasn't scared. What pride the little cub felt rebelled against that term, for in her heart she wasn't scared.. she was just.. careful. Not that she yet had the vocabulary to choose that term, but her heart often knew what to say as opposed to her head.
In fact, it was her heart that had her out here now, searching for where her siblings had run off to to play that morning. She didn't think they'd meant to leave her behind that morning, it wasn't their fault that her bath had taken a little longer than theirs after all, but she didn't like that she was alone to play, either. Braving the jungle to find her sisters was the least she could do lest they decide that she had abandoned them!
... but the jungle was a scary place.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 5:14 pm
 “Zimran?”
The waterbuck called out softly as the tiny Goddess pranced ahead of her, slowly moving through the greens and blues of the jungle. Unlike Zimran, Yourda wasn’t use to such settings and couldn’t really relate to the Goddess’s strong feelings toward the wooded area. She didn’t understand why the Zimran always came back here. It was just too cluttered and filled with unknown sounds and shadows... and all in all it made Yourda’s pelt bristle all over with fear.
“Zimran- I do not want to go into the jungle today, forgive me--”
“Yourda do not be silly- you know better then that- you can do whatever you please!”
“I know but I do hate leaving you alone...”
“Nonsense, I’m never alone, don’t worry about me. I will be fine--I can take care of myself.”
Zimran replied softly with a bow, giving her friend waterbuck a soft smile. She loved Yourda’s company but she would never ask her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. This was Zimran’s home-- not Yourda’s and she understood it, they came from two different worlds after all.
“Alright then, I will see you later?”
“Yes, until then!”
Yourda nodded and with a soft gaze glanced back at Zimran before turning herself around. She would go back to the open lands and relax.
Soon after Yourda left her side Zimran trotted aimlessly down a vine covered path leading into a more flower covered part of the jungle; everything was panted in the most perfect of hues and all the flowers seemed to dazzle with life and smelt of sweet perfume. She was very delicate and dainty and her movements were soft and graceful. Zimran held an almost doll-like charm to her and her bright blue eyes shined with life; she was simple and sweet.
Slowly she moved herself to sit as her back arched slightly, flexing her shoulder blades back and forth once- as if to give herself a good stretch before moving to lay down within the flowers below. The pendent around her neck softly swayed from side to side as she settled herself now, contracting her clean claws into the earth’s surface... releasing 'tension.'
Tension. That was another word for her half-sibling Xenres-- well one of her half-siblings; She had a half sister and a half brother, twins... and Xenres was her younger brother. She had run into him a few nights ago... and before when they were younger all three of them had got along just fine but things had changed, he was so much colder then before and his heart was iced over with a think layer of deception and discontent. He had told Zimran the awful news, that his twin; her half sister had been killed by her mortal lover and how out of anger and hate... Xenres had killed him in return. Zimran couldn’t understand his pain and he couldn’t see past the acts of murder and deceit-- she couldn’t grasp any of it.
This made her feel so small and weak. She couldn’t even cry for her loss because in her heart she felt no real remorse. She wasn’t close to them... not as close as an older sister should have been- She had failed them... she knew...
A soft sigh passed her chest as she let her thoughts of life and worry pass her clouded mind. She wanted nothing more then to relax now... yes; peace is what this Goddess longed for, peace from herself and worry- but now another new feeling swelled within her as a new scent passed her nose. Someone was near, someone she didn’t know. Wrinkling her nose slightly she frowned and wiggled herself up from her flower covered bed and with a soft smile moved forward some and called out.
“Hello?”
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 7:51 pm
Perhaps her brilliantly coloured pelt helped her more as camouflage in this jungle than she'd realized, or found a name for. Surely, among the similarly bright flowers and birds the little cub seemed almost dull, or at least was like enough to blend harmlessly into her surroundings. It didn't occur to her timid mind, however, that the "strange looking" lioness hadn't seen her, standing right there in the middle of the flowers with her.
Well ... cowering was a more appropriate term.
Nor, one might suppose, did it hurt the cause that she'd stopped right beneath an alarmingly large flower coloured a shade more red than the highlights of her fur. It was from between two petals of this decorative flora that a pair of frightened emerald eyes watched the lioness.
The sound of her voice caused Ruka to squeak, and she scooted back a few steps--the motion in itself alarming to an onlooker--with her tail tucked against her stomach and ears drawn flat against the crook of her neck. There really wasn't any way that her eyes could have gotten any larger without causing damage--puppy dog eyes, the term was in countries far away from these two. For a long minute, almost an eternity, it seemed as if her heart had stopped in her chest. She watched the horned lioness, too afraid to run but too afraid to speak either, with a growing sense of doom.
Now, the little girl had never been told too badly of strangers, but indeed most any stranger would have easily garnered this reaction when faced with Ruka alone. How the girl wished for her sisters! They would not come, however, and this oddity of a lion--certainly far more terrifying than a regular lioness--loomed over her with its deadly horn.
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