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| Should Gypsy names be in Swahili and replace the original names on the cert, or be in English and get a new line on the cert? |
| Swahili and replace the original name! (Old style renaming!) |
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| English and get their own line (like names in Aikanaro or Peke Na!) |
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 Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 8:59 pm
 Nema awoke with a start, her eyes bleary from the sudden wake up, and her body weak from the lack of sleep she'd had during the morning hours. Tuning her ears into the panic she heard outside, she picked up bits and pieces of confusion. But mostly, she heard her family. They were whispering back and forth among one another, about muses and not telling Nema. Well, that was bound to catch her attention. "What are you all going on about? Do you know what's going on out there? IF YOU DO YOU BETTER TELL ME!" The panic startled even the lioness herself, but she didn't really know why. Perhaps it was the aura emanating from the growing numbers outside, or was there really something she was missing? Her family was no help at all, as they all quickly grew quiet at her demands. "Some help you guys are; remind me of that the next time i'm in trouble would you?" She grumbled grumpily as she emerged from her den, zoning out of her family and into the crowd.
She sighed to herself as she floated among them, trying to denote familiar faces in the crowd. But her recent nocturnal activities had only further halted her social interaction within her pride. It was times like these that she would turn to her muses, they would know exactly what to do, and how to take care of it! But alas, it was morning, the stars would not come home to her for several hours. She sometimes wondered if perhaps the sunbeams would speak to her, since perhaps they were related to the stars in some way, no luck yet.
Growing more and more desperate for the sun to set, the lioness began to weave through the crowd picking up on bits and pieced of conversation.
They couldn't hear them anymore? What did that mean exactly? Had the muses truly gotten up and left them all? "NO!" The yell was a bit louder than intended, but gosh darn it if the intensity didn't fit. Her muses would never leave her, NEVER, and that was a fact!
Looking up at the sun, once more Nema silently prayed to gods for a miracle. Nighttime just had to get here. She had to hear them again. Just to know they were actually there.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 10:39 pm
Truely, he did not understand what the other pride members were worried about, Wimbaji had woken up with the songs still playing in his ears, even after everyone's eyes had been opened up to the world - having had the Goddess flee from their realm, the curses broken. But he would digress from the chimes that kept playing in his ears, feeling almost sheepish about the issue now, his head cleared.
Clearing his throat, he looked around the group that was gathered around the keepers, wondering what it would mean for the whole pride, suddenly losing the one thing that kept a fair bit of them going every day - voices that sang, waters that danced - what would be left of them?
"What are we to do, those who have lost was is closest to them?" He murmured out loud, his eyes lidding while the music still sangin his ears, like little bells in the wind. What would he do, suddenly different in a pool of lions who were coming to their senses.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2011 11:44 pm
  Dauna and Nanami were in the crowd, but unsure about what was going on. "Can you hear anything? I thought I hear someone say something about their muse?" The older lioness tilted her head, while trying to gather bits and pieces of the chaotic banter going on around her. "Mom, all the lions here are a bunch of nut jobs. Do you really need to ask if there is a reason the are acting this way?" Nanami couldn't help but let out a sigh, this complete lack of order wouldn't of happened back home. If this had soemthing to do with their muse, then why was her and mom here? They had not been around long enough to hear anything.. well, at least in Nanami's case. She had spotted her mom chatting it up with plants every now and again, but she was so strange to begin with it who knows if she was just doing it to fit in. Suddenly Dauna finally put together what everyone had been blathering about. "Nanami! Oh dear, it sounds like they can't hear their muse anymore." She spoke quite concerned. "What about that nice fellow we met when we arrived here and welcomed us into the pride? If he can't hear the voice of his muse..." "He'll never get his name." Nanami spoke in a sad tone, and her answer had taken Dauna by surprise. Nami had been listening on that day? She seemed more concerned by the fact that males were given responsibly than anything else.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 1:13 am
Hushed tones had reached the black lion's ears, what is this? Lost. Gone? What would the pride then turn to? Without our patron goddess of the pride, who would then command influence over them?
His solid gold eyes scanned the panic, trying to evaluate the validity in this all. Wait, what? What was he saying? Exis shook his white mane and layed down in the sand, trying to feel it's warm comfort again, but there was nothing. Logic was present? Things made sense?
What about the sharks?
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 1:38 am
Time passed, and no one seemed any the wiser. It seemed like they had been there for hours, just repeating the same questions over and over, when in fact they hadn't been there for very long at all. Deka looked around once more, this time searching for members of her family. She had never been particularly close to her family, just keeping herself to herself. Except when she wanted attention of course, then her family became very useful indeed. This time though, she wasn't seeking attention. She simply wanted someone to comfort her, to tell her that everything would turn out alright, even though it was clear that things were never going to be the same.
"Please Muses...speak to me." She moved away from the group, as again, she could feel her emotions getting the better of her. She was afraid that she was going to lash out at someone, so she thought it best to move away before that happened.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 3:49 am
Nisija startled slightly at the sound of her cub-name coming from a very masculine voice, along with a figure standing beside her. Tearing her gaze away from those trying to calm the gathered crowd, she locked her pale blue eyes on Fiach. A feeling of relief shuddered through her body, and she sniffled. “Doro,” she mumbled, his cubhood nickname the only name she really knew him by. Of course he had taken a new name, but it was not immediately brought to mind when she stared at him.
While the smile was not huge, she saw it anyway, and gave a tiny, shaky one in return, unconsciously shfiting closer to him, and away from her position squished up against her mother. Her favourite was here. He'd make everything better, wouldn't he? Sure, she hadn't seen him much as she'd grown, but you didn't just forget your favourite – they were your favourite for life, right?
“I can't hear me anymore,” she gasped. The sand had been her, right? Was she nothing now, alone in her paranoia?
“Hello Euri,” Lari said, sounding faintly tired, but she nodded and smiled at the younger male. “Tell me, has it happened to you too?” She asked, motioning to the panicking, worried crowd. The lack of her muse did not concern her much – she could still talk to the moon, it did not need to talk back. She had grown up as a rogue, never being able to converse with the moon, so her lack of a muse only reverted her back to the mentality she had had before the pride.
Remembering her manners, and seeing her other daughter attempting to slip away again, Lari quickly said to Euri, “Seems Fiach remembers Nisija, but I don't know if you'd recognise Hiana now, Euri.” She motioned to her youngest daughter.
Hiana paused, having been backing away, wanting to avoid the crowd – the noise, the fear – but her mother had called her back once again. The two males were familiar, but Hiana had never taken much notice of them. She gave the male her mother was talking to a nod, her eyes fixing on a spot by her paws rather than at him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 6:57 am
Shiala had a migraine. That was the only thing on her mind as she staggered towards the crowd forming on the beach. She could tell something had changed... but what? She remembered having a nightmare and waking up lightheaded. She could hardly even remember the dream, but it had been something important. She felt that thrum of urgency. Like she'd forgotten something. A word. A word that used to mean so much...
The young lioness pushed into the crowd, sliding between older adults and pushing forwards towards the shoreline. There were a few strong voices issuing commands, but the rest were mostly...questioning. Frantic. Something had happened, clearly. Her paws reached the waves, and she was chilled as the foam rolled across them. It made her head throb a bit more, but she felt less of the nightmare lingering.
Shiala turned around, looking for the rest of her family. Had everyone gathered? Or were they missing people? Her bright eyes scanned the beach. Mommy? "Are we missing...people?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 7:41 am
Leaning into the solid strength of her mountain lion, Asali allowed herself to gaze around, watching the expressions that ranged from pleased if unsure, to terrified and even grief. She herself had never really been badly afflicted by the pride's blessing, her 'strangeness' had always been with her, her complete and total lack of directional knowledge, her inability to find her path back home once she lost line-of-sigh... The one thing that had come to her after she joined was still here... Pahana, her Voice.. that little voice in your head that told you when you were being stupid, or dumb that had somehow found a way to make itself visible, real... that was Pahana and she relied on him to be her guide, her way of returning home each day when Ozark wasn't around. He was still here, and she had her mate, her mountain, close against her, offering shelter.
Safe within Ozark's warmth she watched the pride, expression worried, concerned for her fellow members. She was a healer of the flesh, her herbs and potions cold ease a physical pain, but the agony all around her was not physical... it was beyond her abilities to heal, and yet still she longed to help, to ease their pain. Distressed by her helplessness she huddled tighter against Ozark.
Lifting her gaze from he milling pride to peer up at her tall mate, she listened to his explanation, amber eyes concerned, confused. "The Goddess has.. gone..?" Blinking she couldn't take that in. How did a goddess just leave...? What did that mean for the pride, for the pride members... Would they still be safe?
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 8:42 am
Fiach frowned, his brow creasing with concern as Talu moved closer to him and spoke. So it was true, she couldn't hear her muse anymore. He remembered how when they were cubs, the world had terrified her. There had been only one thing she wasn't afraid of, and that was her muse. She'd been terrified of him when they first met. And he'd thought she was right to do so. He was a monster, a demon trying to ignore the evil inside of him and live well among these peaceful, oblivious creatures.
But now his demon was gone, or at least he hoped so. He hoped that his muse had taken the demon with, not that he had lost his muse and been left with just the demon. He was sure he would find out soon enough what it was.
He reached up a paw and touched his favorite's shoulder. That's what they had called one another as cubs, and it still applied.
"It'll be okay." It was all he could think to say to try and calm her. He wanted to say that he was there, the monsters wouldn't get her, but he didn't want to bring them up. It would probably just upset her more."Lari," Euri replied with another nod. She asked him if it had happened to him too and he found himself reluctant to say. He had never been very vocal about his muse, the voice he heard in the fog of his visions, because he understood that it had never been there before, that it wasn't normal to hear voices that weren't there. Even if it had helped him, he never really talked about it.
Clearing his throat, he nodded in confirmation.
"Yes, I suppose. Though it comes and goes, so this could be one of those times, I'm really not sure." He looked to Fiach and Lari's golden daughter when she was mentioned, finding a small smile as he took in the pair. Usually a gruff lion who'd rather be left on his own, Fiach had always seemed to make an exception for Nisija. She had called him her favorite and he had promised to protect her from monsters. And if anyone knew about monsters, it was the former-demon-hunters and the cubs they brought with. It made him happy to see the boy relaxed for once.
His attention was drawn away to Lari's other daughter and he rose an eyebrow, a charming smile spreading smoothly onto his maw.
"I'll admit, I do not. You've grown up so much, Hiana," he said, though there was a bit of a tease in his tone. It was strange, the sunset-pelted lioness had somehow fallen into the same category as her mother and sister in his mind. Perhaps it was just that he had known her as a cub.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 10:06 am
Well, this was going nowhere.
"My Lord, lady, what are we going to do about this?" He murmured out loud, loud enough to be heard. Lifting himself up, he looked over to the leaders of the pride, his eyebrows high, but his gaze cool, tail swishing behind him, the movement almost swishing the songs in his ears.
"We can't stay here, lost and forlorn because our muses have departed. We're just going to have to find other ways to enjoy what we've been given. . ." He finished, uncertain as to how he would continue with his train of though, before looking to the ground. "It can't just end like that."
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 2:03 pm
Amefungwa bit her lip and fiddled with the trinkets she'd taken to wearing to fit in to her muse--a pair of leafy wings to imitate the crickets'. As she straightened one, it tore, and then drooped, falling half away from the twig that had helped hold it in place. It depressed her to realize that was fitting. The crickets had left her, and apparently almost everyone else had lost their muses as well. Things were literally and figuratively falling apart.
"Everyone please! Remain calm!" She called out over the murmuring (and screaming) crowd. She spotted Shandor and motioned firmly for him to come and join her. Firmly? Since when had the ditzy, air-headed, flighty Ame ever been firm or serious or anything? Apparently since she found herself in charge, and unable to ask the crickets what to do about anything. "It is true that many of us have found our muses suddenly missing or unwilling to speak to us! And it is also true that the Goddess who made this land our home, who led our ancestors here, has gone missing. But! We are not alone. We still have each other. And we will have to work together to help each other and figure things out!"
She took a moment for the crowd to refocus on her and settle a bit, then looked at Shandor. "Shandor, I can no longer hear my muse. Can you?" She turned to the crowd. "Can any of you? Will those who can still hear them step forward, and tell us what your muse is? There may be a pattern to which have stopped talking..." She trailed off, and waited expectantly. They had to start somewhere, so why not seeing which muses could still be contacted. Those that could could maybe shed some light on the situation.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 6:47 pm
Nisija startled at the touch to her shoulder, not expecting the physical contact, but pleased at the comfort. She hesitated only a moment before launching herself closer, moving in close to him like she had been pressed against her mother earlier - taking comfort in his presence. He was her favourite - the one who was supposed to protect her from the monsters, surely he would protect her from the silence in her mind, as well? He had to.
Lari noted Euri's reluctance, and would have told him to ignore her question, but she was curious over the response. "I see," she said quietly, when he spoke, and shook her head, bemused. "Before I came here, hearing voices was odd, and now not hearing them feels so strange." She gave a short laugh, but it wasn't as humour filled, glancing around at the crowd around them.
Catching her daughter's movement from the corner of her eye, Lari had to bite back a real laugh. Oh, poor Fiach! He had Nisija clinging to him like a vine now. Lari hadn't mind her daughter's clinginess earlier, but she had a feeling clinging to this male was different than clinging to her mother. Lari shook her head, and dragged her gaze away from the pair, trying not to embarrass the poor lad by staring at them. She barely bit back a grin though.
She stared, instead, at Hiana and Euri. Well, she had already successfully 'matched' up one of her daughters. Perhaps she would succeed again with these two?
“Aye,” Hiana mused, still staring at her paws. “That's what happens when time passes.” She glanced up, giving him a rather dull and dry look that said the charm was of little effect on her. She knew why the other girls swooned over him though, she wasn't blind, but crazy males didn't appeal to her.
When Amefungwa called out, Hiana's breath caught in her throat and she fell back a step. No. She couldn't hear her muse anymore, but the pull was still there. Something beneath her chest, tugging her back towards the ocean – but that wasn't her muse, was it? It couldn't be. She had felt the pull as a cub, something drawing her to the ocean, though she hadn't heard it speak until she was much older. The pull remained even now, but the ocean was silent. As if it had given up on Hiana – which was what she wanted...wasn't it?
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 7:13 pm
Fiach had started to take his paw away when she flinched, only to have Talu press herself against him. His eyes widened a fraction as he looked down at her, but he had no idea what to do. He glanced to Euri for support but got nothing, the demigod was too busy paying attention to Talu's sunset sister.
So he did the only thing he could think of.
He carefully tucked her head under his chin and watched and listened to the leaders of their pride, all the while whispering to her that it would be all right.
Euri gave Hiana a surprised look before he tilted his head back slightly and let out a short laugh.
"Well, someone certainly hasn't lost her sense of humor in this trying time," he chuckled with a grin. He looked to the leaders, Amefungwa was asking for those who still heard their muse. He looked to Fiach, then shrugged. Both males heard their muses infrequently, so there was really no telling.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 10:06 pm
 There was no confusion in the dark eyes of the purple girl as she moved closer to the green shapes of her mother and sister.
“Mom, Nami! The whispers have stopped!” There was no hiding her joy even she make a small effort not too sound too exuberant. Everyone around her seemed to be extremely sad or afraid but the purple adolescent felt only relief as she realized her world was back to normal again. She had never found her muse but she didn’t feel the least bit worried. The muses were a strange inexplicable phenomenon that made lions act in strange ways and, in all honesty, they’d frightened her more than she liked to admit. So while she couldn’t say it aloud… well… good riddance! “Do you think they’ll come back?”
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 10:50 pm
Nisija pressed her face into his mane, taking comfort from the words and ignoring any other voices around her. He was there. He would save her. Everything would be fine. The voice in her head had been replaced with his, the whispered words of comfort coming from him instead of the sand. It was okay. She'd be fine. He just had to never leave her.
She clung a little tighter to the larger form.
Hiana's mouth quirked up a little at his laughter, and grin. She wasn't humorous, though many people saw her as antisocial and weird. She just didn't like crazy people. What was wrong with that? “It's only trying if you care that the muses are gone,” Hiana muttered, unable to resist voicing her opinion, if only to her family and to the two males. “I'm glad they're gone.”
Nisija flinched at her sister's words, pulling her face away from Fiach's mane. “Don't say that, Uzi!” She snapped, using her sister's least favourite nickname. “Don't you dare wish the muses gone!” She sniffled. “We need our muses!”
”We need nothing from that craziness!” Hiana snapped back, but quietened at the warning glance her mother sent her.
“Enough!” Lari said firmly, sending both daughters a warning look. “Enough. This is a trying enough time without you two arguing with each other.” She was slightly embarrassed that others had seen her family fighting. She didn't want her family broken – she had already lost her first litter to a broken family, she couldn't lose this one too.
“I'm sorry, boys,” Lari apologised to Fiach and Euri, appearing embarrassed.
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