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 Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2004 9:43 am
Matakas maw withdrew a breath sharply as she bounded onto the dusty ground, her small ivories bared as her orbs flickered from creature to creature, her small paws seeking a way out, her mind seeking explanation. Where was she? Her fur was on end. She was small, yet worked up in a frenzy she could be a raging ball of creme and ebony.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2004 4:08 pm
Flinching from the friendly touch, Kitwana made no comment on this, eyes burning straight ahead, tattered and half-missing mane dripping with rain. He feared any touch he could not see as aggression or necessity, in honesty. He had no memory of his parents, or any family whatsoever, and in all his mind could find only cruelty or the helplessness of Dama or various cubs. He did not know a loving face, a friendly touch, a reason to smile of pure happiness. Even his newfound freedom was tainted with the knowledge that he hated most society, fearful that they would turn on him, imprison him, beat him, kill him. He could not join any pride, though he wished to belong. He could not belong without fear and loathing.
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2004 6:54 pm
Fumi the white-fronted bee eater, perched in a thorn aracia tree and sputtered off the rain drops that had clustered onto his feathers, and balanced shakily as the wind rocked the tree with some satisfying creaking. With another break of wind his wings flew out in balance. 'hmph!' He nestled into his feathers trying to keep warm, this storm was definetly nice from the warm season, but this was ridiculous. After a few seconds, he turned and scanned the plains between wind bursts, it seemed quite before he looked below. 'A group of lions?' He turned his head and tried to get a better look.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2004 2:59 pm
Dama sighed and curled her tail back up into her tummy, watching the rock formation as it came closer with every step. Her thoughts drifted briefly to the what ifs....What if she was wrong? What if she was right, but they just couldn't handle anymore strays, and so they had to kill them anyway? What if...what if?...
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2004 3:05 pm
The large rock only about five minutes more now, Kitwana's gaze flicked over it, straining in the dim light. A large flat surface could be made out, with the rocks propping far above it, and keeping it aloft. Indeed, he could catch sight of prey easily from there.
The smell of lions had first caught his attention a while before, curling around his nostrils like a warning signal he stupidly ignored. But now, now it was amazingly strong, filling his senses with foreboding. And yet the half-starved adolescent pressed on, determined to reach shelter.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2004 5:19 pm
Out of the desert, and into...the lands of plenty.
Mwezi's never seen so much green in her life. It's all around her now, lush and brilliant and beautiful. So much cool color. While the desert has probably the most vibrant and vivid colors in all of Africa, she's never seen such cool colors. The greens and soft browns of the grass...and the gentle blue and white of the waters, which she was initially nervous about. Now she's gotten used to it, slightly. The grasses vibrate with all sorts of creatures, small and large...she almost ran into a giraffe several hours ago, and the elephants scared her silly. Now she's even more on edge than she was, initially.
The storm isn't helping. She's never been wet before - and now she's soaked through, and shivering, and still out in the elements.
The child dangling from her jaws is about as dead as the savannah around her is alive. She doesn't know what to feed it. She has ceased, really, caring for it - and she's only vaguely aware of the child's protests. It is the reason Jua is dead. It is the reason she's out here, instead of back home.
She's not sure why she doesn't just drop it, except that would take effort to pry open her jaws - and she's not certain she has the energy anymore. The bedraggled princess looks so different from the self-assured female that had been...now she's exhausted, and beyond emotion. She has no more left to give. It's only the storm that drives her on...else she'd lay down right here and sleep, or die. But she's frightened of being this wet.
Her breath frightens her, too, in a far-off, remote way. It sounds more like she's drowning for breath than anything. Her lungs burn. Her pads are torn and ripped, and the only blessing she can think for them is that they are numb - blessedly numb. The rest of her is either numb or burning. The word sways oddly around her...she can vaguely see a large rock in front of her, but it seems surreal, too large to be true.
The red form collapses in a heap in the rain.
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Mila Farrell Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2004 5:33 pm
Beginning to tire of the relentless rain, the seemingly endless journey and the juvenile in his jaws, growing heavier with each step, Kitwana stopped for just a moment, dark eyes darting about. Though the cascading torrents could impede his smell, they could not mask the jumbled scents of a pride. Praying that Dama was right and that they were not the vicious animal to which he was accustomed, he sighed, warm breath moving from his yawning ribcage over his companion's head.
Ahead, a shadow moved, setting him on his guard. Shivering, the scrawny male made a few steps forward, catching sight of a red figure dropping to the ground. A Firekin? No, how could they trace him, be ahead of him? He would not die, not give up his freedom. He would fight.
Growling deeply, Kitwana set Dama down, approaching Mwezi alone, a deep scowl spreading over his features. No one would take his freedom. No one.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2004 5:36 pm
Fumi watched the creature fall to the ground in the waving sheets of rain. He twitted about frantically on the branch before fluttering off towards teh form. It wasn't everyday you saw a grown lion collapse, and never one so red in color. He found the creature in seconds and began singing a shrill song trying to wake the shaking beast. It bounced about the body in a rythme that had no meaning.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 10:34 am
Mufasa had gone down from Pride Rock...
Taka's eyes narrowed and he slunk out of his cave, keeping close to the rocks themselves as he watched each motion his brother made. As the walking pelt made his way to a tree and relaxed, Taka's gaze grew cold.
I hope you catch your death and rot.
He knew it would be unlikely. VERY unlikely. Still, the mental image gave him pause and he smirked widely. He ignored the rain now, letting it course over him and slick his fur against his skin. The dark lion sat on the rocks themselves, seeming for all the world to be just taking in his surroundings. His chance was coming, he could taste it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 2:35 pm
Dama mrewled softly, cowering in the spot were Kitwana had dropped her. Her rain splattered vision focused upon the heap that was Mwezi, and dread filled her heart. What was going on? She longed to call out to Kitwana, but didn't know if she should or not. Therefore she kept silent. Maybe she could be mistaken for a gray...furry....rock? Probably not, but as still as she stayed, crouched upon the ground, one could have possibly thought that's what she was trying to be seen as.... The whole time her eyes were riveted upon Kitwana as he moved towards the red heap on the ground.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 2:56 pm
((*Pokes at Saii* ..Do you still want to RP?))
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 2:58 pm
Mwezi is only half-conscious, so she doesn't rouse to the sound of Fumi's singing. She lays there, like a wet rag-doll, discarded and forgotten. The child that slipped from her muzzle into the mud is now crying weakly. But she doesn't seem to take note of it. The world is a dull haze around her. Even the rain beating against her body seems far away. She's feeling deceptively warm, although she's having trouble breathing.
Feverish, exhausted, and sopping wet, Mwezi doesn't move - even her shivering has stopped, as if her body did not have the energy to try to keep her warm any longer.
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Mila Farrell Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 4:41 pm
"Firekin, do you feign death rather than approach that you hunt?" Kitwana growled deeply, taking little notice of an odd bird hopping about the place. He had no time for any but that lion he felt must be here for his blood.
The cub's cries, however, broke through his fevered madness, and recognising it from Jua's litter, he shrunk back, remembering what he had done to it's sibling. No Firekin hunter would have the cub, so who lay before him?
Attempting to put out what he believed to be his murder of a cub, the adolescent slowly made his way to the crumpled form, making out it's face with some smugness.
"Princess, so glad you could join us." This sentence was uttered with sneering civility, it amused the former slave to see one who ordered him about mercilessly fallen so far, so fast.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 5:14 pm
Dama crept slowly forward, the crying of the tiny cub making her quite curious. Not having seen what had happened, or even remembering that Jua had had cubs, she wondered where this little one came from, and why the firekin would have it. Pushing forward, the juvenile toddled weakly forward, her curiosity and almost sisterly concern for the little one keeping her coming closer, although everything in her screamed for her to stop, in case the firekin was only playing dead.
When she heard Kitwana speak, calling the one before them Princess, Dama blinked hard, to dash away the rain that continued to fall in her eyes. Was it Jua? No...the pelt was too bright of a red....Mwezi? But why would she leave...? More questions arose within the gray lioness's mind.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 5:27 pm
Fumi twittered defensivly at Kitwana, and jumped up on Mwezi wings spread to sheild the pouring rain from the lion's face. He countinued to cheap at the heap hopefully, "Up I say!" The bird tried to have some form of power over the lion to rise and find shelter. She obviusly wasn't used to such punishment with weather. Fumi cackled at Kitwana again, trying to scare the creature into leaving. Most likely this futile attempt would fail, but there was a slim chance.
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