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 Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 9:35 am
*A deep sigh passed the chest of the red-orange coated female as she sat herself down upon a large rock; her envy colored eyes softly narrowed and without any words she slowly slid her body down, until her creamy chest hit the cold stone. Her paws lay limp and dangled along the side of the rock as she gazed out at the golden grasses of the savanna.
A content look passed her maw, yet something about her seemed cold, doleful even. Maybe it was the look in her eyes; her ample green eyes. She was lean, but not to the point of being sickeningly skinny, and her frame showed no signs of scars or birth defects, yet she seemed out of the loop, like apart of her wasn’t really there.
The deep golden vista laid before her, filled with life and dreams; yet she sat here, upon her thrown with her head held high, with the same look lament upon her face. She was a sight to sore eyes, with her pulchritudinous red pelt; yet she did nothing with herself. Tiah simply sighed and took in the lands around her, relaxing for as long as she could.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 9:52 am
A shadowy figure wandered across the savannah, his every step setting in motion a cascade of jangles and rattles as he disturbed the plethora of decorations, bones and bright stone tied into his mane and onto the fearsome lion-skull headdress he wore. In his pride they called it the skull off the goddess, a gift given unto mortals by the blood mother as an honour, now it was his. Born a firekin he was beholden to that pride no longer, forced to make his own path, somewhere along the way finding a fascination with blood and death, finding a home and a position of power. He was Shaman-Nosferatae and he carried himself as such, head held high, his pace casual and unhurried, as far as he was concerned, he had all the time in the world.
Today he sought herbs for his rituals, grasses and plants that were incredibly important in his mind for evoking the honour of the goddess, bringing her blessing upon the lions of the pride. He had hunted that morning, delighting in the blood till he could drink no more, and only then eating the flesh that his body demanded to survive. So now there was no hurry, the world consisted of himself, of time and the goddess, there was no need to dwell on anything more.
Still, this detachment from everything was short lived as he spotted a figure on the horizon, a female it seemed but one blood-blessed in the richness of her fur. He made his way over unhurriedly, making his precence obvious, hiding was not something an adult male firekin did lightly, especially one wearing so many adornments.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 10:24 am
*With contracting jaws the female yawned and slowly closed and re-opened her eyes to a new sight; someone else was drawing near… this caliginous figure seemed to move with out worry or fear of anything around it; this action made Tiah feel insecure. With a soft frown she pulled herself upward and stood upon her rock; her claws contracted slowly as she let them softly grinded them against the cold onyx, all while balancing herself long enough for her to make out what was coming her way.
A large male with an odd garnish about him. His body size was massive compared to her own, so out of pure instinct she kept herself high and stood still; with capacious eyes she stalked his movements and let her tongue roll against the side of her mouth. His appeal was very different to her, almost inauspicious; but something about his headstrong movements lured her into staying here; even if every muscle in her body wanted to run, this red lioness stayed.
With a profound gaze she spoke out softly.*
“Who goes there?”
*This was just a fill-in question to her; Tiah wanted to know what this male was doing and why he seemed to be moving himself right to her.*
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 10:34 am
Mwako let a smirk curve across his features as he drew nearer, his mouth was always the most indicative aspect of his expression, the main part of his face visible below the endlessly grinning skull that concealed so much. His smirk unveiled marginally larger than average canines but it was not an overly malicious one. Mwako was cold but so many lions relied on him for solace and guidance that there was always a spark of warmth there that never went out, a warmth known often to his pridemates but rarely to others.
He sat down casually a short distance from the female, his tail curvind decadently around his front paws. He was confident and sensuous in all his movements but still remained aware of how rude it would be to invade the personal space of a strange female. Mischeviousness danced in his blood red eyes as he replied to her question.
"Who goes here? Mwako'Kifokando'Damuheri." his name was a mouthful but it was his pride and joy, a most blessed death by blood. He had been left to die by the blood of Finar-si and had found an embrace in another kind. His name meant rebirth and it meant what he was. "Call me Mwako if you so wish, it matters not."
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 11:26 am
*Now that he was closer she could make him out; his coat was so obscure to her… the mask he wore sent a chill up her backside. He was unlike anyone she had ever seen before. Tiah didn’t want to seem uncivil so she quickly pulled herself from gazing over his form and spoke again.*
“Mwako.”
*She repeated softly, before shifting her gaze back toward him. The send of blood played along this male, like a sick aroma of lust and war, bloodshed. Tiah let herself relax again though, she didn’t feel any danger when he spoke, but she would keep her guard up just in case.*
“Mwako… I have never seen such a lion before; where do you hail from?”
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 11:44 am
Just as Tiah examined him, Mwako took in every nuance of her fur, approving of it's rich red tones, any lion with red fur who was not in the thrall of Finar-si instantly struck him as blessed by the paw of the goddess. He bowed his head respectfully to her before explaining from where he had come.
"I am one of the Mwana-a'Lela, the Nosferatae of my pride. We are little known, we keep to our darkness in Death's Cradle, the jungle keeping out the light, for sunlight is pain and must be endured only when absolutely necessary." He nodded "I seek important plants and herbs out here in the open and it's one of my obligations to be the one who ventures out to get them."
He smiled "And where do you call home, blood-blessed?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 5:22 pm
*The perplexity of his words made Tiah slink back slightly. He came from a pride that she had never heard of, this was so strange to her… he was very strange to her; with a gentle smile she listened to him carefully and continued to traverse his pelt and headdress; even his sent filled her lungs differently.
But when he spoke to her again and called her ‘blood-blessed’ she paused her thoughts and frowned. What did that mean? With a soft tone the female spoke again.*
“Blood-Blessed? What do you mean by that?”
*Knowing full aware that she had not answered his question the lioness sat back down and gazed at him with a parochial gaze. She wanted to understand what he meant when he said that. What was.. ‘blood blessed?’.*
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