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 Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 5:45 pm
"Every encounter is an story." She said simply "If you live through a hostile encounter, you'll see that even that was exciting, since you'd be able to tell of it in the days to come." She told him. It wasn't something that most would think about, she supposed. She wasn't one for injury, but then again even those told a story. Which was what she was interested in. The story of the injuries, not the injury themselves. "It may seem like a bad thing while it's happening, but once it's long past it can be seen as something more."
Perhaps she was the only one who thought like that. At least, everyone she had run into have all been the same. Well, same in that thought, anyways. She couldn't say she ran into another that was exactly the same. Though, it'd be quite interesting to run into someone like that, she did dare think.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:06 pm
"I guess but sometimes that 'story' leaves lasting issues. Scars for the most part aren't all that big of a deal unless they remind you of things you would rather not be reminded of but sometimes fights leave heath issues which are never good." Namir was thinking of his mother's limp that she still got occasionally when she had been working too hard and he knew that if she could she would never have had that encounter with the yellow leopard. "Well everyone has there own option. Although I guess the stories can act as warnings or things to learn off of."
Namir was finding this conversation interesting but his stomach was starting to get his attention. He was hungry and judging by the daylight slipping away now was the best time to hunt, as the heat of the day faded. "Karaglen, I'm sorry but I should be going. It was nice meeting you though," he said as he started to walk on his way. The sun waited for no lion and this lion was hungry.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 12:13 pm
She made no motion to move from her branch. She liked it. She nodded at him when he decided he was leaving. It was probably because she had such a strange mind. Then again, she could never truly know what others thought. Which was probably a good thing. It made her wonder for a moment what life would be like if she could read minds. "Bye" She finally said when she realized she let her mind run wild again. It wasn't a uncommon thing with her. She did it a lot. Almost too much.
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