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 Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 9:46 pm
Ili'ella watched him curiously as he spoke. He had an accent, sure, but it wasn't hard to understand him. It made him sound different and special. She wanted to hear more of it, and decided she'd have to ask him many questions, so he would talk and she could hear it more. She didn't even think that it may be annoying, perhaps a little selfish in her wants.
“Monsieur,” she said, trying to stumble through the pronounciation. Unfortunately, it came out sounding more like ''msore' then how it should have sounded. She crinkled her nose childishly at her failure and tried again, if possible, it sounded worse. Shaking her head, she laughed. “I suppose I will just have to not speak to people like your father.” She glanced at him, mouth miming Monsieur in an attempt to get the movement right. “Does he speak this other language too?” Moving on to Jeunne homme, she pronounced it carefully, sounding mildly ridiculous in her attempt. She was having fun though and didn't seem to mind her butchering of his language, enjoying the challenge. “How would you say, Good Sir or Kind Sir?” She asked, remembering the sweet man she'd spoken to once before who she had called that. He was kind and she wondered how she would have spoken to him, had she known the language before.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 9:58 pm
"I think that would be best." Azizi didn't want to talk to his father, not ever. He had a power over everyone, even mighty warriors that he'd merely glance at. It was a certain power that had kept the cheetah alive for as long as he had been, and probably why his youngest son feared being around him so.
"Kind sir?" Azizi smiled, thinking of the words, letting them flow out. "I dearly hope you do not refer to me, madmoiselle." He would hate to think that this lioness thought kindly of him. It did feel nice to be in such a good mood, though. "Bon homme, for good man. It is how it is said here." He referred to the language, not the place. It was just a phrase that didn't cross over the language barrier exatly, and that's the best Azizi could think of for the female. "Do you have a bon homme in your life, ma cher?" He raised an eyebrow, wondering if there was a certain lion that she would like to call this.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 10:28 pm
Ili'ella peered at Azizi, curious over his tone. It wasn't angry or anything, there was just something...off about it when he spoke about his father. Opening her mouth, she went to say something, but closed it with a snap. He obviously didn't want to talk about, if he didn't say anything to her, though she was obviously curious. She held her tongue and smiled simply at him instead.
She laughed softly at his words, tilting herhead to the side. “Are you not kind, sir?” She queried, wondering why he wouldn't want to be addressed as such. “Bon homme,” she repeated, stumbling a little though her tongue was getting used to the foreign words. “Yes,” she replied, not realising what he was asking. “I met a Bon homme once, he was very sweet but he was running away from something. We only spoke briefly, but I hope he has stopped running now.” She smiled, remembering the kind lion. “Perhaps I will meet him again one day, when we have both stopped running.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 10:42 pm
Glad to hear that the lioness was talking about someone else, Azizi smirked. "I'm afraid not, ma cher." He wasn't going to even lead her in to his malicious stories, so a simple refusal was enough. When he was in his good moods, he liked to keep his other self seperated, not allowing himself to even speak of it to others. He did enjoy being nice sometimes, after all.
"So you do have a bon homme." He laughed, glad that she was able to admit it. "But what are you running from, madmoiselle?" Thinking about it, Azizi, too, was running. Running from his old life, from his father, from himself. It seemed that he wasn't the only creature on the savannah running out of places to hide. "I believe that one should not keep running, if they know that their path dies eventually. There is no point to it." He shook his head, wanting so badly to heed his own advice for once. "You see? If you have to face something, why not face it when you're young and strong?" He moved in closer to the female, patting her legs with his paw. "See? These strong legs will hold you when your world comes crashing down. Your heart will live." At this point, Azizi almost sounded like a crazy foreigner, but there was truth in what he was saying. When things at home started to crumble, it was his will that let him leave.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 10:54 pm
She was curious about why he didn't want to be called a bon homme, not quite understanding the interpretation he was using for the phrase. Shrugging it off, she supposed he simply didn't want to be called a kind man. Perhaps he didn't want to be called 'kind' like some men didn't want to be called 'sweet'? It wasn't a big deal, she she let it drop.
She smiled as he spoke, and glanced up at the sky. “Me, jeunne homme? I am running from everything.” How she said it, it should have been a dark statement, but with her smile and sparkling eyes, it made it seem like it was a good thing. She had been running for years and years, she wondered if she would ever stop. When he moved towards her, she didn't move back, curious when he patted her legs with his paws. “These are the same strong legs that help me run. Why fight when you are young, when you can run so much better?” She didn't sound defensive, more like curious. She got to her feet, this time her eyes were slightly sad as she smiled. “My world came crashing down years ago. It's why I started to run.” She shook her head, and the saddness faded by sheer will. She didn't want to dampen such a meeting with a depressing topic as this. “Are you running, jeunne homme?” She asked, her curiousity unable to be stifled.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 11:09 pm
"But running does crazy things to creatures." He laughed, thinking more so of himself. Running all this time, being so closed off, it had made him the creature that he had become. He was ruthless to most, but the few that caught him on these good days, those were the ones he was afraid of hurting.
"Ma cher, there are certain things in this world that just shouldn't happen, as I'm sure you know well." He smiled lightly, choosing his words carefully. The last thing he wanted was to go into a fit. "Things just didn't....work out so lovely." Thinking back on it, Azizi ran away out of desperation. His father had gotten angry, and things went downhill. "I hope to never fall in love with someone as beautiful as you." He ran his tail across her cheek, a saddened look on his face. It was that love that had caused things to go sour in the first place. "But I was young, a foolish. I can go back with my own strong legs now, and cash the rubble to ash." He wanted to destroy the regime, not so much to find his place in it again. Revenge soaked his soul, and it was probably the similarities he found in other creatures on the plains that made him kill them. An outlet for the dark cheetah, of sorts.
"I think we can both stand on our own now, yes? The past is gone now, so there is no reason to look back." Azizi felt better now, after talking to the lioness. "You know, for some reason, I can talk to you." It seemed like a simple statement, but it was a huge deal for Azizi. Normally, he'd attack or insult the other creature enough so they'd leave him alone, but the lioness that stood before him was that sort of personality that could calm his mind, much like his beloved could.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 11:33 pm
“Not if the creature doesn't let it,” Ili'ella protested lightly. Running could make you crazy. “Only if you dwell on what you're running from and not what you're running too.” She hated looking back, it was too much a sad idea to dwell in the past. She was running away from everything, yes, but she was running to something too. She just hasn't figured out what it was just yet.
She listened to him as he spoke, no longer captivated by his accent but rather by his words. His accent seemed to fade in importance in her mind. It wasn't important now to be able to hear it, she was simply fascinated by his story. As he dragged his tail across her chin, her eyes lost their sparkle at his words. “I hope you do,” she replied softly. She wasn't trying to say he should fall in love with her, but she hoped he would have someone. “I hope you find someone who is willing to love you back, through the times when you need to run and the times you need to stay and stand your ground.” She peered at him when he spoke. “and I wish that you can find what you're looking for and don't loose yourself along the way.” Sometimes, when someone was so focused on their path, they forgot everything else around them.
She smiled at him. “I'm glad. Everyone needs someone to talk to. Even if it's just some strange lioness you meet one day,” she laughed softly, glad she could be of some help to him, even if she knew she couldn't help what he was running from, or too, not really.
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