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 Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 1:40 pm
Silly, silly, it wasn't silly it was marvelous, in a manner. Mzaa had been looking for some thread of the past to held her put together what she had lost, landslide? That would make sense, "The last thing I can remember is waking up, my head hurting, and I couldn't remember anything, only my name," she didn't even know where she was from, what pride or territory or anything.
Was it possible?
Did that make them, cousins?
What now then?
"Afu..." she began, a question on her mind, would Afu agree to such a thought? "I know you reside here, this is your home, I want one too, I want one back for the one I lost...could I stay?" perhaps then Afu might remember somehting else that would come to her about Mzaa's past.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 8:20 am
Afu smiles disarmingly. "Of course," the lioness murmurs. "I wouldn't dream of turning a possible long-lost kin away. You'll have to pardon our ... disorganization at this moment, though. My mate, Ahali, and I have only recently settled these wild lands."
She'll have to be careful, though. This lioness isn't related to her, so she probably doesn't have her half-sister's scheming nature, but Mzaa is an unknown. Still, the black lioness prides herself on being a good judge of character, however, and there is nothing overtly dangerous about this rogue. Afu's bargaining on her usefulness; loyalty is something that is difficult to cultivate, but easy to purchase.
The lioness nods her head regally to the goat. "Help yourself, if you'd like. We may return to our home then and I can show you around and introduce you to my mate."
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 8:56 am
Mzaa watched Afu with silver hues, she wished at that moment that perhaps she had inherited some gift of the gods and allowed her to sense what the other black pelted female was thinking that lay before her. Her eyes then turned to the goat, and she smiled, she could use a little something to eat before she followed Afu, things appeared to be looking up for the lost female.
Helping herself to her fill, which wasn't much, Mzaa often ate very little so that she would not weigh herself down too much for when she traveled, though it felt nice to relax and have a meal without being tired out by chasing it down. "Thank you," she said kindly, giving a slight bow to Afu, a cousin a sorts to her.
She took a place o the ground to lay next to Afu, perhaps that would rest a bit longer before she followed her wherever they were to go.
The future seemed bright, and Mzaa smiled at the thought of having a home.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 10:01 am
When Mzaa was finished, Afu stretched and daintily dragged the remains of the kill into a crevice nearby. That may mask it enough to unfriendly noses so she can come back later and finish it; they're going to have to figure out a better way of hauling food around, since she is not dragging carcasses back up to the highlands. Reluctantly, she leaves the kill there; Afu does rather hate to desert them, not because she's a poor hunter and kills are rare, but because the idea of it going down someone else's throat, perhaps an enemy's or stranger's, is not one she enjoys contemplating.
But the black lioness steps out briskly enough back into the main gorge, nodding to Mzaa and making her way languidly further into the gorge, where it narrows into several branching trails of sorts. "Let's go, then."
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