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 Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 2:43 pm
His head inclined a bit as she spoke, the violet strands of his mane drifting before his eyes. Kitambi seemed to be a rather sharp witted thing, a lioness that one wouldn't need to explain too much to.
"I've never seen sand, but I've heard it's very annoying and gets in places that you don't want it to be in. However, my father seemed to enjoy it in his previous life, so I can't say it's all that bad." Akiiki spoke slowly. "Yes, he's the God of Loneliness. In an ironic sort of way, my mother's bright orange and purple. Sort of throws off any kind of assumption to the way my brother and I might be. A lonely old god and a bright young lioness."
He chuckled. His father would have cuffed him for calling him old, if his mother hadn't hit him first. Nothing could ever be said foul about his father in front of his mother. To her Athrun was a saviour.
"An honorary rhythm eh?" The thought hurt Akiiki's heart. Not in anger or anything like that, but in sadness that seemed to clench it tight and hold on. "It would be nice to see others that accept."
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 5:50 pm
Kitambi nodded when Akiiki described sand. Though she had lived near a lake her whole life, there was hardly any sand, and what sand there was was black. It was not very windy in her pride lands either, thus there really wasn't an opportunity for the special black sand to blow around and "dance." She supposed it was possible, though, and thus made a note to examine the sand at home when she returned. The young lioness would very much like to see it dance, if what Akiiki had said was true.
"God of Loneliness?" She repeated with a small frown, tilting her head. "Can a god be god of anything then? Anything that exists, I mean." Inwardly, she wondered if there was a god of rhythm out there. She couldn't help but be a little amused at Akiiki's description of his parents, especially about the "old" bit. He seemed to find the description funny as well, which made it alright for Kitambi to feel the same way. "There are many odd couples out there in the world. It is uncommon in my pride for any of us to know our fathers, but we don't really think about it. All of our lineages are based off our mothers."
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 12:35 pm
Thoughts rumbled through Akiiki's head, wondering about his father and mother, wondering if they were okay wherever they were. The last he'd heard they were headed for his father's old pride. Maybe that was a good place for them, as Aki couldn't follow them there.
It wasn't just that he didn't like the heat, it was that he HATED the heat. Apparently out on the deserts where his father grew up there was nothing but heat.
"Yes, a god can be anything that exists. There's probably a god of grass that berates us for how we step on it silently and slowly heals it's children. Or a god of air that allows us to live and breath without pain. My father simply has an obscure realm, but a realm all the same. I'm sure there are others. Anger, fear, love." Aki said in a low flute noise, the thoughts of his father making him depressed a bit. "How could you not know your fathers? Do they simply leave your mothers alone to raise you? I've heard of it before but..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 5:54 pm
Hmm... so a god could be anything. How interesting. Kitambi would have to investigate this further, possibly see about snagging a conversation with the pride's god. She had never met Kazi, but she was curious enough to disregard her mother's judgment of him and try to ask him a few questions. Surely he would allow her some of his time. If not, she would just have to find the answers elsewhere. "I'm sure the god of grass has to deal with his children being stepped on every day, so he would be more concerned with those who eat it then those who merely walk upon it. Nobody could expect a lion to avoid stepping on any grass at all, that would be a foolish request."
At the question she simply shrugged her shoulders. "I suppose you could put it like that, yes. How long they knew our mothers is unknown to us, or even if they stayed long enough to see us born. I doubt they stayed at all after the fling had taken place, but it's never been a pride concern. All the lionesses look out for one another's children so nobody worries. That's just how it is. Was it different for you?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 5:19 pm
((I'm so sorry. ;; ))
A wry smile passed over Aki's face for a moment. That had been a good come back, he was impressed.
"If the god of grass wanted to kill anyone that stepped upon the grass then I'm certain no one would live except those who tread on the sands burning out to the west." Akiiki responded simply.
His eyes took in this lioness who'd known no father, who'd known only females to take care of her. How did they teach them the way of the world when they only had a lioness's point of view to teach of it he thought. Certainly males and females though differently and saw the world with different degrees. Akiiki knew his mother and father saw the world different and the female that tagged after him saw the world differently than Akiiki did, certainly.
"No, I had my mother and father with me for a few months until I was kidnapped and taken away from them." Aki shrugged one of his large shoulders at this. "But I learned different things from the both of them, that's why I don't understand how just lionesses can teach cubs. Are there no males in your pride at all?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 8:12 am
[ No worries! <3 ]
“Indeed. But tolerance is important, even for gods,” Kitambi agreed quietly, and bobbed her head. Truthfully, she did not believe there was a god of grass. It seemed like such a mundane domain that nobody in their right mind would take it if offered something with a little more substance. Perhaps their was a god or goddess of the earth – that she could see – but since gods were always lions she could see no reason why a lion would wish to honor the grass. There was always the case that the lion was honoring the grass which fed the prey that he ate, but even that seemed a little farfetched to the young lioness. God of grass or no god of grass, nobody was biting their paws for touching the grass so Kitambi would let sleeping dogs lie.
Kitambi frowned when Aki said that he was kidnapped, but said nothing. It didn’t sound like the kind of topic one would readily discuss with a stranger. At the comment about learning different things from different parental figures, she simply shrugged her shoulders. “We are raised by the whole pride. Everyone looks out for everyone else no matter whose cub you are. And there is one male, a mated male, but the rest are boys. It doesn’t make a difference, really, since everyone is equal and nobody expects anymore than what one can offer, male or female.”
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 5:29 pm
Slowly Akiiki listened to her and then nodded his head to both of her statements, his silver eyes shimmering for a moment as he took them in and thought out what he was going to say in response. Her way of life and what she'd been taught was much different than Aki's own, and it made him smile to know that by just walking a day or two in a different direction would bring a lion so far away from what they knew and yet so close to something that every lion knew.
"I think I will visit this pride of yours someday, but not now." Slowly Akiiki stood as his light voice finished the words of a happy flute. For once a smile was on his scarred muzzle. "Learning new ways of life is interesting enough that it might spark the music in my mind again, maybe. But everything is worth a shot for a bard isn't it? A life without music is fruitless."
Akiiki bowed his head to the lioness before him and swished his long tail behind him in respect, much the same way he'd seen his father fold his wings out in a bow to those around him.
"If there's ever a time I bump into you again, Kitambi, I look forward to more conversations with you. An intelligent lioness is an engaging conversation in the make." The smile on his face didn't leave as he turned and left the way he'd drifted, a lighter step to his large white paws than the slow walk he'd had before. Maybe he would ask Aka if he'd heard of any other song prides other than Kitambi's, Aka knew just about everything and if there were more song prides then Akiiki wanted to visit them all.
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