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 Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 7:19 am
No fanfare greeted her arrival, no lions rushing to her side to bow at her feet. No recognition flared any sparks of remembrance of her once glorious home. The princess was home, but to what was she going home to? For a moment, she forgot the two following behind her, and simply paused, slowly taking in everything she saw. While it was indeed drying up, the evidence of the drought becoming more and more apparent with each passing day, she still considered it beautiful.
Crystal blue eyes closed for a moment, her ears perking up to listen to the sounds around her, to imagine what they'd been like when her ancestors had lived here. Lost in the moment, Masika took a deep breath, inhaling the scents around her, and catching a good whiff of reality. The two lions behind here were near. Turning her head, she sat down, looking behind her for them to come into view.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 7:35 am
Kitwana's unflinching eyes drank in the sight before the trio. The semblance of a once great jungle remained, but the skeleton, the bare bones of such. The vegetation had suffered so long without water, and their disarray and early decay bore the scars.
Masego, too, turned his scarlet eyes over the Mistweaver territories, but saw not the pain of the place so marked to his patron's eyes. No, Masego saw life, beyond the death hanging around it. He saw a playground, and how he longed to convince Kitwana to play with him in it!
"It is green," he whispered, before returning to silent admiration.
"Or once was," came the response from the older male, as he made note of a few dry waterways.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 7:41 am
Where one male saw one extreme, and the other saw the other side of the spectrum, Masika saw the midway point. She could already see what could happen, if the jungle was left to rot as it did now, and she could see what a little rain could do for her home. But this she kept to herself, such things weren't important at the moment. Finding out what happened to this place, why it was so forsaken, and who resided her now, was more important at the moment.
Where they'd entered held no scent of another, no trace that life really existed in this seemingly forgotten place. What would travels further in show her?
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 4:01 am
"What a mighty kingdom you inherited," came the sarcastic voice of that jaded soul, as his eyes once more raked over the land before them.
That he was still not entirely reconciled to the idea of his bondmate as royalty was evident, but he spoke not of it, disdain instead turned to the failing jungle.
His other companion proving as thick as two bricks, the old male was perhaps looking for another to bounce insults off with no effect. Masego would not turn his view from what he wished to bound about in, Dama was perhaps a little trapped within her own reverie.
"Charming," he muttered to himself.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 8:35 am
Shooting a quick glance at Kitwana, Masika shook her head. "I never said it was a 'mighty kingdom'." The sarcasm dripped from her tone, but she remained light enough in spirit.
"Let us move on. There's no telling what shall greet us if we stay here longer." She doubted anything even lived here, with the desolation she found, but it still could be possible. Despite the lack of scent of anything living nearby, she figured it wouldn't hurt to be careful.
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 9:53 pm
"If the locals are anything like the locale, I somehow doubt we'll be in too much danger."
Unable to resist a last dig at the surroundings, Kitwana shrugged, before setting his paws in motion to follow her instructions.
A doubt existed in his mind, also, that any could dwell in these diminshed surroundings, the scent of rain not even existing as a memory for the lands to crave, to cry out to. No, this land seemed truly forsaken.
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Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 12:57 pm
Masika wisely chose to keep quiet at Kitwana's last comment, deciding it wasn't worth fighting over. Kitwana was entitled to his opinion, and wasn't the type to keep it to himself. And if it kept him following along with her, she was more than happy to let him voice that opinion, no matter how harsh it may be. Deep down, Masika saw Kitwana as a brother. She knew no concept of how family were supposed to act, but if she imagined a big brother, he would be like that. Always cynical yet there for you when you needed them.
Never would she voice that to Kit though. Lord, she had enough problems without dealing with the fallout from telling him that. A tiny smirk appeared upon her lips as she thought of the possible outcomes of Kitwana finding out that little secret of hers.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 2:07 pm
Truer thoughts would be hard to find. Kitwana enjoyed no strings to attach him to any locale, any one place that he would be fixed upon. No, the foolish male following him about as if his disciple was too much a connection already for any more to be allowed. Still, Dama, Masika as she now called herself, had been his bondmate, his kin of a kind, and he would, did help her when absolutely necessary.
"Any clues where the hell we're going, Princess Dama?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 4:52 pm
The crystalline eyed mistweaver princess flicked her ears from size to side, listening to the lay of the land around her. She couldn't be certain, but it sounded like water ahead of them, slightly towards the left. If nothing else, a drink would be good before they pressed further into the lands, now wouldn't it?
"This way, I think. Doesn't sound like much, but there's a trickle of water that way. There's likely to be old trails from the water source to a more likely area of habitation." She didn't entirely know, but it kinda sounded good as she said it. Nodding to herself she swung around in that direction, all thoughts of kinship with her bondmate forgotten in the urge to press forward. Bowl shaped ears continued to shift from position to position, listening for any sign of life around them. The faint smell of other animals brushed against her nose, though she wasn't entirely certain what exactly the animals were. Be it lion or prebeast, at least something lived here, which meant the lands couldn't be all that far gone, right?
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