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 Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:09 pm
Ragdoll bursted out laughing rolling onto her back and subsquentialy rolling in the grass until her sides began to hurt and her eyes watered at the effort. "A male? a male?" She flinally finished up laughing rolling over to her side and rubbing at her eyes to removed the tears. "You're from a pride aren't you? Where it's normal to have a mate." She chuckled. "I'm my own pride."
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:10 pm
Njeve raised his head with a gaping yawn, a flash of very large teeth that were more as an unconsious gesture, I don't like being laughed at, than it was a threat or display. "Your own pride?" He understood now, or atleast, had an inkling. The lioness was on her own, with not a soul in the world but for the babies squirming in her belly. It was sad, but rather than a swell of pity, there was a dampening of irritation. The end result left the lion in a neutral state of opinion, so to speak. "What will you do when your belly is too heavy for you to hunt for your 'entire pride?' Go hungry?" There was a slight sarcasm, admitedly, though there was also a genuine interest, and that same time, worry. Not for the lioness, mind you. She was irritating, brash, and talked rather big, even as she seemed exhausted and torn to the end of her rope. It was the kittens that he worried for. The cubs that would come into a world with just a mother. Would they be left on their own when she hungered? Or would the lioness let herself go hungry until she would be too weak to hunt? He had seen it before. He had rescued cubs from dead mothers. He had tried.. he had tried so hard to bring the mothers back as well... But he had yet to see one last a day after he had found them... In the back of his mind, the lion prayed that he would never have cause to bring this lion's cubs to the pride. Not like that.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:14 pm
NOW THAT WE HAVE 2 PAGES; I'm just gonna be lazy
"Of course not." Ragdoll told him really rather certain of herself. "I'm a crafter by trade and nature." She bragged; lifting up her neck to show a strap that was extremely close to her fur color so it would look as though she'd stuck needles into her own throat. "And what I craft best is bags." She lowered her neck still keeping her gaze on the lion before her. "If I don't want to hunt I won't have to; I have yet to meet a creature that hasn't found my services useful enough to hunt for me." She told him obviously proud of what she does. "And if that doesn't work..." She continued on obviously having thought of this; not wanting to let on that she was in fact in a pride; "Well then I'll find an oasis and catch fish to eat."
Njeve shrugged. Something told him that even if he wanted to help, for the cubs sake, she would never let him. As it was, she'd rather completely rejected his hunt. "Suit yourself." The lion laid his head back to his paws, debating heavily over what he would say next. He would be laughed at, something told him. After all, he had no cause to think she would treat him any different than she had. Consistant seemed a very good word for the lioness. "Should you need help.." He took a breath, wondering why he should even try. "...For the sake of the cubs, I mean." He left the sentence hanging in the air, figuring the lioness would be bright enough to figure things out on her own. His tail tapped the bark of the tree in its metronome time, as if it were counting down to the exact moment that the lioness would burst into laughter, leaving Njeve feeling just as humiliated as ever.
Ragdoll was silent for a moment kind of looking up at him; regarding him in a slightly sense but not really looking at him. She didn't reply and instead started tearing away the skin of his kill; separating muscle from the top layer making sure it was slightly thick but not too thick. Once that was done she trotted over to a large boulder and laid it out as best she could on the rock. That would make it cook faster and dry it out. "Should that need arise." She told him as she flattened the skin. "I suppose I'd like to pay you in advance for your kindness."
"No." The word came quickly, though it wasn't at all sharp. If anything, there was a slightly suprised tone, half because he had answered so quickly, and half because the lioness was not.. as consistant as she had been. He took a moment to find his bearings, a moment to find what he was going to say. "...I have no need of a bag, but thanks for the offer..." He thought a moment, wheels turning. "...You can..'repay' me by making the bag, and keeping it with you... just in case you need help and I'm not around." It was a good idea, he thought. This way, if the lioness got to that point, when her belly was heavy and she was exhausted, there would be no need to make the bag. She could keep it to trade as food, or however she planned to use it. "I'll stay in the rouge lands as long as I can, just to stick around."
"No." Rags replied just as firmly looking him in the eyes and staring at him with a motherly gaze that wouldn't be wavered. "No; No; I don't need it yet; it will just weight me down. You take it; bring it back to your pride; fill with nice things and try to win over the heart of some unsuspecting female." That seemed to be the thing to do with most of the people she'd given one of these too. "Trust me." She told him turning her back to him and walking back to her nice and sunny patch of grass. "You're going to be very glad that I made you take this when I do." She huffed and flopped out to lay sprawled comfortably. "Besides; there's too much material there to work with. What do I need such a large bag like that for?"
Njeve thought for a moment, before an Idea popped to mind. "You could carry the kits in it, once they are born... It'd be far easier than carrying them around one by one." He made a point not to refuse the bag again. She seemed to have a very strong sense of pride, and he knew better than to insult that. His head lifted again, watching the hide dry on the rocks with the curiosity of a cub. Such a thing could prove infinitely useful in the pride. Not nessicarily for hauling kill, there was no way the large mountain deer would fit into the bag, but perhaps for medicens, or as he'd thought, young kits. Come to think of things, a furlined bag would be perfect for that job high in the mountains.
"You're going to be staring at that thing for a few hours." Rags informed him closing her eyes and taking in a deep resting breath. "Fortunately that boulder was nice and hot and the sun seems to be hitting it perfectly; otherwise you might have had to wait a day or two." She told him off handedly. Not really finding the information very important herself. She had after all been raised around such things. "But if you're going to be sticking around these parts; then I hope you wouldn't mind making sure nothing makes off with it hmm?"
Njeve gave a slight laugh, caught up in his own childishness. "Sure, I'll see to that." Still, he couldn't take his eyes off of the hide. "...How do you make the bag out of that?" And his curiosity finally got to him. The lion had seen many things on his roamings, but most of the crafts were made by the baboons, or others with small, dextrous fingers. He hadn't even known that a lion could make such a thing..
"With a very skilled and hardened mouth." Rags called to him; covering her face with her paw; not out of embarrassment but becuase the sun was in her eyes. "It's not very hard if you have the patience for it. And I have nothing but patience and sarcasm." She claimed; poking fun at her self as her tail flopped in a lazy manner while a small wind blew through the grass; barely disturbing it.
Njeve gave a slight chuckle, the sound tinged with a nervous glint, as if unsure whether or not it was alright to laugh. With a slight shake, the lion stood on the branch, slowly and carefully making his way back to the ground. The lion had beein raised with mountain cliffs, and perhaps that would account for the sureness of his foot. Then again, despite his size, the lion found that he could climb anything he liked. It was one of the few talents that he recognized. Other than that.. More or less he seemed a bit dense and a bit quiet... Hardly interesting in the least.
Rags: is asleep-
Njeve kept his head high, keeping a keen eye on the savana. Something told him that it would be a bery bad idea to wake the sleeping lioness, and he currently would do anything he could to avoid doing so. Perhaps the lioness herself wasn't as bad as he'd given her credit for.. Either way, it would be rude for him to leave now. She had gone so far as to make.. or start making a bag for him. The least he could do was ensure she slept safely
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:17 pm
Ragdoll woke up when she was good and ready; and that was a few hours later. She stretched lazily her legs reaching out before her as she let out a loud yawn that turned into a half hearted roar. She looked around her and saw the male was still there; along with her pelt. Well; at least he'd done what she'd asked him to. She smiled and lifted herself to her feet; walking past him to pull the pelt off of the rock. There was a full moon out luckily enough and she would have no problem seeing.
Njeve listened and watched as the lioness woke. She had taken a hearty nap, but it was to be expected when any was so heavy with cubs. :...I never caught your name." There was a tentative tone to his speech, as if he weren't compeltely asking, or perhaps not completely expecting an answer. "Mine is Njeve." The lion gave a slight nod of the chin with his introduction, a habit that had survived with him from cubhood. While he might not have afforded males any sort of respect, the lion had a healthy respect for any lioness that crossed his path. He knew very well what they were capeable of, and hardly wanted to be on the bad side of any he came across.
"I hadn't given it actually." RAgs replied laying down next to him nonetheless and laid down next to him as she placed the fabric underneath and pawed at her neck until she'd knocked a needle loose. "I don't like giving out my name; I don't much LIKE my name. It's uh... Stouffe'puppe... but uh.. .most people just call me rags. Cause I look like I'm made out of 'em. Which makes a hell of a lot more sense than my real name." She shrugged; cutting off her own rambling. As she pulled the fabric between her two front paws and worked the needle into her mouth; moving it in and out of the fabric to sew it all together.
Njeve might have thanked her for her name, or even taken a moment to commit it to memory, but the moment that the needle worked its way through the fabric it would seem that the lion was entranced. He seemed intent on learning just by taking everything in with his eyes. A think strip of hide threaded through a needle, then pullled though the two layers of hide... Njeve watched, hardly blinking, his head resting on his paws as his tail ticked back and forth.
Rags had never taken on an apprentice back with her old pride; she'd never really wanted too for that matter. She'd been young; her skills were still fresh; she hadn't needed to take on a apprentice; but now; when she was watched with such a want to learn; she sometimes wished that she had. It would have been nice to have had someone to learn from her; pay as much attention to her for this as he had. She smiled inwardly; pleased with herself to be sure. She made quick work of the bag; always making a sling for the males. It was much harder for them to break after all.
In quick time the bag formed, a long strap to settle over shoulders, the compartments would hang just below his chest. His mind began to buzz with things he could bring back to his pride.. It could carry herbs, items from the merchants in the savanna.. But his duty must always be kept secret... It dawned on Njeve that his pride would never be able to see this bag.. But, in time, he surely could convince someone to make one like it, or perhaps, even make one himself. Then, with a bit of sly talking, he could surely use this bag... He smiled inwardly at the good this would do his pride. It would make so many things easier, even if it would be a hard thing to learn on his own.
Once rags was done with the bag she dropped it from her jaw and stood up; cracking her back in a satisfied sort of manner. She sort of flipped the thing over to him; happy to see it land right in front of him. "Like I said; thanks for the meat. I think I might eat it now actually."
Njeve gave a slight nod, rather unsure how to answer. "..I'm glad that i could help.." With a slight hesitation, the lion picked up the bag, nosing beneath the strap and stepping one paw through. "...I think this will be a great thing for my pride." A genuine smile crossed the lions face as he nosed over the seams, almost studying the end result of all of that work. Still, a slight breeze ruffled his mane and something told him that he needed to leave soon. The mountains needed him, and they needed him to complete his duty. "I am greatful to have met you, Rags."
Rags held up her paw after having stepped back over to the meat and started gnawing at it; she knew what that meant. It was time to leave. She didn't much mind; so she waved him off with her paw; having a large chunk of meat in her mouth she turned around and nodded at him as if to say "same to you." her tail flopping lazily in the sudden breeze that blew.
finished <3
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