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 Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2006 2:15 pm
 A broad, out of place rock sat near the thing edges of the jungle, covered in moss and small plants clinging for a leg up in the thriving undergrowth of the jungle. Amongst them, apparently asleep, lie a great lion.
Triv'an, the wandering mistweaver, a splotched beast of tan and white, was enjoying a bit of a nap. Truly, he wasn't asleep, despite all the signs. He had sunk into a deep reverie, just at the edge of true slumber, one eye half open to absorb the spongy mass of greens through his lashes.
It was a fine jungle, and he was enjoying it thoroughly. He rarely, in his travels, had taken a true break and just relaxed, just taken the time to enjoy the scenery.
Although, if he stayed here much longer Hasana would probably leave without him. Wherever she was.
He sighed, a slow sound, and lifted his head, looking around himself with interest. The big question, or course, was what direction to head in. All the green, apparently, was harder to navigate then he thought...
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 1:59 pm
Kijivu trotted lightly on the spongy ground, making his way through a bit of jungle to get to the pirdelands. He was working his way back towards Jamaa and Yuka, slowly, and he was actually hoping that it wouldn't take him a lot longer. Kiji was afraid of the jungle in day time, and he hated to think of having to continue through it at night. "Lots of cheetahs and other scary things to attack a small dog like me." He said quietly, looking around himself cautiously. He gave a small wag of his tail, then pushed it against his stomach, too nervous with his surroundings to be happy or excited.
True, he was happy to be seeing his mate again, but he didn't enjoy the jungle part of it all. He gave a small yelp as a tiny twig snapped beneath his paw and he jumped about two feet in the air, his heart beating quickly. He fell back to the ground, heart still beating fast and breathing heavy. He scared that daylights out of himself. Looking at the ground he'd just trod on, he noticed the snapped little twig and growled angrily at it.
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Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 2:37 pm
With slow, laborous movements the lion stood up, creaking slightly and stretching to rid himself of stiff joints and muscles. It was times like these he thought he might be growing old.
With a wry grin at the thought and a last shake of his head to clear his thoughts (and any bits of dirt that might have been clinging to him mane) he headed out, picking a random direction and walking.
How big could the forest be anyway?
Triv'an walked lazily onward for a bit, not really paying attention to where he was going, letting his large paws guide his way through the dense brush and over the spongy earth. After a moment he heard sounds coming from not far off, a snapping and yelping. Remembering Hasana's less then friendly attitude towards the jungle, he turned slightly to the right, following the sound. It sounded like a slightly clumsy lion, as if he had room to talk.
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