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 Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 5:38 pm
Almost home. They were almost home.
…funny that it was ‘they’ and not ‘he’. Anwar sighed, glancing back over his shoulder. Kydrimm could keep an eye on the youngsters while he found them a meal. His hunting skills, while never particularly noteworthy, were at least decent. And he was lucky, his injuries from an unlucky run-in did not seem to be leaving a permanent mark on him. Well, there were probably going to be scars on his right hind leg. But so long as he could still use the foot, he saw nothing to complain about really. He was safe and whole, he was almost home, and he was bringing the first little members of his family with him.
It was still a strange thought, but one that the young lion had determined to get himself used to. How he was going to explain to Zarha he wasn’t sure, he’d made her his Beybanu and only belatedly figured out that she might have hoped to be the first to have his cubs. She’d not said a word before he left…but there really was nothing to be done about that now.
Sighing, wishing he had his hawk’s sharp eyes to help him find prey even more quickly, Anwar slipped off through the waving grasses. His pelt was perfect for this, the dark green and black stripes making him melt into his surroundings. The ability to hide so easily was going to be a big help considering that his foot might still be kind of twingy. But he would succeed on this little hunt of his, because his cubs were going to be hungry when they woke from their sleep and he had no plans to feed them Kydrimm or any such silly thing.
Now all that was left was finding the herd that left these tracks… surely they must be nearby…
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 10:39 am
 A dark shadow moved disconsolately through the grasses. The lioness's temper was black, lots darker than her coat, and though she had given up trying to track her missing offspring, knowing it to be pointless at this late date, she still continued to expect that any time the grass moved in a way not obviously caused by the wind it would be her youngest girl.
It surprised Tare how badly upset she felt at having one of her cubs go missing. She had never seen herself as maternal, and in most ways she still didn't. She had borne a litter of cubs who reminded her somewhat painfully of a brief one-night encounter with a powerful, handsome lion that she would have stayed with and followed if he had let her. She had never felt about anyone the way she had about Arindam, even after she found herself pregnant. That the cubs were undeniably his had been both a torment and a delight to her. Just the same, she hadn't spent too much time with them, not being much for mothering like that.
She supposed she oughtn't to have been surprised that one would vanish. There were all sorts of dangers out there, and she'd left her cubs to potentially fall prey to them on more occasions than she could count. She didn't feel a great deal of remorse though, and that confused her, just as it confused her that it was only Jak that had gone missing. She wouldn't have expected the girl to go anywhere her oldest brother wasn't. At least not willingly.
A movement, almost undetectable, in the grass caught her attention and irrationally Tare called, "Jak?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2011 11:49 am
Anwar was absorbing himself in his search for prey, his ability to track better than his ability to actually kill one of the beasts. But he knew how to play to his advantage, and if he could sneak up close enough he could catch almost anything. It was when he had to chase and wrestle the preybeast to the ground that he had some difficulty. It came from being small, he supposed, and on the weaker side. But he would not give up easily, he couldn't outfight most but he could outsmart a lot of dangers.
But not so absorbed was he in his task that he could not hear the voice calling a name he did not know. He paused, listening a moment, wondering if someone else were after the same meal and if perhaps he could convince them to work with him. Better than two lions stalking the same prey seperately, they would only lose it. Or at least one of them would.
When no reply came, he sighed and straightened again, looking around for all the grass was nearly tall enough to conceal him as well. Young adult indeed. He was going to be small forever. His mother was tiny. He'd just have to deal with it. "Sorry, not Jak," he called back, his eyes drifting until they fell upon the voice who'd called. And then he wished he hadn't said anything. He remembered this female alright!
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 8:16 pm
Gintare didn't immediately recognize the male voice that answered her call, but she did know that she wasn't in any sort of mood to deal with males. Particularly not the males of the Ukuucha'Wafalme, with their arrogance and their need to take charge of everyone else and impose their ways on people. As if their way of life was the only acceptable one, and everyone else was just unenlightened. Stupid, arrogant asses.
And as her gaze fell on the particular lion who'd spoken she actually groaned audibly. She really didn't want to deal with this one. They'd not met on good terms or parted on good terms the last time she'd seen him, and Tare had been only too happy to bid him good riddance. Of all the people to turn up at this point in her life, he would have been among the last she wanted to see. Why couldn't he have been that perfectly pleasant fellow with the gold along his back, Behnam? She'd liked him, and they'd gotten along.
"Seems not," she said. And then, because her mouth and her brain weren't in communication it seemed, and her mouth had not gotten the message that she did not want to talk to this lion, she said, "Found your fallen star, have you?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 11:15 pm
Anwar’s tail lashed as she spoke to him, his chin raised and his eyes half-narrowed in what probably looked like haughty suspicion. They had not parted well, no, and while he was slightly larger now he had also been proved quite correct in his guess that females could be just as ferocious as males. Obvious really, but he’d never felt it necessary to test it. Of course, a sore hind foot was a reminder that not everyone would care whether or not he felt inclined to take them up on a fight. At least it was healing well, the limp had just about vanished before the long walk home. Presumably less walking would be better for it, but being home would be better for his cubs.
Tough choice? Not really.
“I have actually,” Anwar replied, a touch of the coolness ebbing from his tone as a tension he hadn’t quite been aware of eased from his spine. Maybe she wasn’t looking for a fight. She seemed to be looking for ‘Jak’ instead. “She’s safe at home at the moment, with my beybanu.” And his brother, and his brother’s beybanu and leopardess banu. And Anwar’s sort-of adopted leopard nephews and nieces. It was going to get crowded in their neighboring dens, but that suited Anwar just fine. “Star fits in well,” he couldn’t resist adding, somehow more offended about her comments of forcing females to join the pride. As though he were interested in such things himself. There was more power to be had over a female who loved him after all.
So maybe his reasons weren’t pure, Star had been treated kindly and responded with happiness. The detail where she was obviously falling in love with Anwar’s brother he kept to himself. It was a fun waiting game, to see which of the two would bring it up with him first… “My pride is full of large families, it’s what she always wanted apparently. Who’s Jak?” Anwar asked casually, wondering if this frustrating female would supply him with a tidbit of curiosity. One never really knew after all, she might give him the information he was interested in.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 5:33 pm
Gintare was too tired to have any sort of patience for this young fool's arrogance and general asshatery. She had not noticed that he favored one of his hind feet as he made his approach. She just saw his chin raised with the same arrogance that had characterised their last encounter. That was a damn shame, she thought to herself. Tare had really been hoping that the world would teach the brat some lessons.
"Well, she must have hit her head pretty hard falling from the sky if she's decided she likes living with you. But congratulations anyway. You're a pad. I'd put on a celebratory pageant, but I'm a little busy just now."
She turned to one side and began walking away from him, determined not to get into it with him, and also not to tell him that she was missing a daughter. The thought had occurred to her that some b*****d pad or pesar from his pride might have taken her youngest cub, but she would not put the question to him. Tare had actual friends within the pride that she could ask the next time she saw them if she didn't find Jak before then.
"Jak is none of your business," she said over her shoulder. "Go away."
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