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 Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 5:33 pm
Ziarre snorted and shot Pyralis an are-you-really-that-dense look. "Did I say that the reason had to be acceptable? No, I didn't. Cubs shouldn't be left on their own...it defeats the purpose of having them. Rather stupid to abandon something to die when you produce it to increase the population, isn't it? No, what I meant was that she likely thought her reason was acceptable, whether it was or not." She turned her head away slightly. "At least she's alive out there, somewhere. Lucky you."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 6:03 pm
Pyralis seemed to entirely -miss- the face he was shot, instead frowning at, again, what seemed to be a 'defense' to his mother's lack of nurturing. "No, but you sure seem to be defending an ill choice." he hissed, forcing himself to sit again. His body already was in a constant feeling of being trampled, so standing up to try and reinitiate a fight was doing it no good.
With all of the spiting, however, he was still able to catch that.... tone... in her voice, leaning to one side to give her an odd look. What was... that look?
His ears flattened back into his mane. "Even a rose is a weed to someone who doesn't want it." he grumbled. If she wanted his mom, she could have it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 8:46 pm
"Like I was supposed to know!" Ziarre snapped, tail lashing a bit. "For all I knew, she could have gone out hunting and gotten herself killed which would have made you think she abandoned you." Stone-faced, she continued, "You think it's tough she just ran away? At least she didn't make you run while hearing her be torn apart. You're not the only one, Pyralis, not by a long shot."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:25 pm
"No. She left her family for something else she'd abandoned. You think we didn't learn?" he hissed, snapping back in her face, his expression darkening several degrees. A darkness that ate away at him. "I would have rather known she died while trying to make sure I was safe than lived with the guilt of thinking I'd let her down somehow.."
His red eyes suddenly looked up from their dark 'la la' land to stare at this female who had been quite set on ripping apart, but now... they were sharing campfire stories.
Like they -knew- each other. It almost disgusted him how he was opening up. He'd never done it before. Not even told his own sister how the abandonment had made him really feel.
"I loved my mother.. and then she left. Didn't even say goodbye. I tried everything I could to make her proud of me. So she'd take me back with her. But she didn't take me back with her. She didn't take any of us with her. She just dropped us. Like we were something disgusting." His nose crinkled a bit. "A disease, perhaps. At least...... at least yours loved you enough to throw herself into such a position for you."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 9:53 pm
"She's the one to blame then, not you," Ziarre replied, shaking her head. "You're insufferable, but you can't have always been that way. Even if you were...that's no excuse to leave a cub. It really isn't." The tawny lioness wasn't the biggest fan of cubs herself, but even she knew better than to dump cubs somewhere to fend for themselves. The good thing about a pride...there was always someone willing to handle that kind of thing. She glanced away, green eyes clouded with thought. Her mother...the memory of her loss still brought pain, and a smoldering anger at the hyenas who had refused to settle for simply chasing the two away from a kill.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 10:16 pm
Pyralis sort of laughed lightly at her attempts to make him feel better. Part of him did too. Not much, but a little. Even the comment about him being 'insufferable.' "I'm insufferable, you're Inexorable... we're all something." he jested in a very.. un light-hearted tone, before sinking a little bit.
It was only when the lioness looked away that Pyralis had realized he'd... hit something with her, bringing a frown to his face. She was trying to make him feel even a bit better, and he was.... well, he wasn't much of a talker, to be honest. He was so used to claws and roars and battles (and his body was a good sign of that..) that he was far from being versed in helping people.
In fact, his best attempt at anything like it came as followed:
Pyralis lightly nudged her with his nose, then pulled back quickly before he could get bitten for it, continuing to frown. "If you need something to hit to make you feel better, I'm free for the next forever.."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 10:45 pm
Having only been half paying attention up to that point, Ziarre jerked slightly as the nudge brought her out of her own 'la la land," surprise coloring her expression. The contact had seemingly come out of nowhere...and yet it felt no stranger than the fight previous to it. Unexpected, yes, but not strange. "Well, thanks to you I'm both hungry and tired, so you'll just have to stick around a bit," she replied, her tone more joking than before. "Unless prides just aren't your thing, that is."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 11:01 pm
He'd actually been waiting for her to thwack him at his offer instead of offer to take him home with her... well, home -ish-. Pride = home. Sometimes. Unless you were a rogue. Then home was.. HOME home. Not pride home. His mind was going off into a little rambling fit.
"Prides? It's been a long time since I tried the.. 'Pride' thing." he admitted with a light shrug, he then smirked a bit as he continued the thought, "However, I guess I -did- just sell myself into life as a punching bag." he joked.
Not -quite- a punching bag. There was no way she'd be divvying out worse than he already had.......
...
Right?
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