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 Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 10:07 am
The carcass of a rabbit lay off to the side, forgotten by the blue lioness as she went about grooming herself of the blood. The white around her maw was bloody. She couldn't tell if she had removed all of it from her face, but the copper smell of it told her that she would be at this for a long while. She flicked her dark gray tail on the ground to a steady rhythm as she continued to groom herself.
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 1:30 pm
It was the scent of blood that called to Kimanda. Now, normally, he would know to stay far away from a kill; lions were pretty protective of their food. So were most animals, actually, but Kimanda wasn't afraid of most animals. Lions (and lionesses, it seemed) were much bigger and prone to pouncing on him. Apparently, he didn't look much like a cheetah (what a blow to the ego). It wasn't his fault he was colored so darkly, or without spots. He had always liked looking unique, but when dealing with lions...
He was getting off track.
The smell of blood. He hadn't eaten in entirely too long. Maybe, just maybe, it was an abandoned carcass. He loped forward, stopping when he sighted the kill...and the blue lioness right over yonder. Great. Kimanda inched closer, licking his lips. He swatted his tail and inched closer again, dark eyes locked on the female. "Hello there," he murmured, halting where he was. Better to wait, see what this lady had to say. Maybe she wouldn't mind sharing scrapes. Maybe she would try to chase him off. He just had to see.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 6:12 am
The breeze had lifted just enough and brought his scent to her before he had even spoken up. From the smell of him, he was no lion. She continued to clean her maw, letting a few moments of silence pass before she placed her paw down and turned her sightless eyes in the direction his voice had come from. "I'd hate to smell such a decent meal go to waste." She picked up her paw once more and kept rubbing it against her face.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2007 11:25 am
Kimanda could not believe his good luck. The blue lioness was sharing her meal! Oh, sweet gods above! "You're..." He had to pause, think of an appropriate adjective for such a benevolent creature. Finally he settled on something. "I love you," he purred, already pouncing on the remaining scraps. What a miracle! He tore into whatever was left eagerly, gulping down whatever he could rip off the carcass. It only took him a few minutes to consume whatever she had left. Sated, he flopped down nearby (still respecting some of that personal space) and began to clean himself as wall.
"You're awesome." He grinned. "My name's Kimanda, by the way. And who are you, O Wonderful Lioness?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 31, 2007 5:33 pm
Her head stopped moving in mid-lick, her tongue sticking out slightly. She was shocked by his sudden out burst of confession for such a small kindness she just offered. She went back to grooming herself after the few second pause. How strange to say something that could be so binding. "I'd be careful who I say those three words around. They may be more confining than you ever dreamed."
She allowed him to finish his meal. When he tongue could no longer taste the metallic tang of the blood on her face, she deemed herself clean enough. "Kimanda. You aren't a lion, by the smell. I am called Umasikini'mzaliwa."
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 10:24 am
Kimanda had always been loose with his words, for better or worse. He always assumed people knew what he meant (even if that was a stupid assumption). He could only shrug off the comment. "Do you actually suppose someone would try to bind me?" he asked, only half mocking. He hardly believed that could happen. He was having an impossible time finding someone to travel with him; someone attaching to him on their own free will was nothing but an absurdity.
He looked up from his cleaning and his entire face brightened. Finally! Someone who knew! "I'm a cheetah," he purred happily. Wait. "By the smell?" He tipped his head. He didn't look like a lion, did he? He frowned. He was always being mistook for a skinny lion. Was it his lack of spots? Maybe he should see if there were some way he could obtain said missing sports. It would make life a little easier.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2007 6:48 pm
She turned her head finally towards him, her gaze made it appear as if she was look out and beyond where he sat. The reality of her handicap was that she always had this distant look that could see through anyone. "Obviously you haven't run into those that are desperate for love."
She scoffed lightly and took another great sweep of her paw around her face. It was a slight pause before she answered his other question. How much information would she give to him; how useful would he be? "Yes," she said leisurely. "By the smell."
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 11:52 am
"Well, then that type of being must not be that common," he countered, unflustered. Besides. He had just met Uma. No lioness would be so silly to assume someone would actually believe him on first encounter (or any after, once they got to know him). He looked at her closely. Was she ignoring him? Maybe there was something wrong with her eyes. He opened his mouth to inquire when something nagged him to abort that mission. She was being generous and that might be touchy for her. No reason to ruin something so good.
"At least someone can use something other than sight." He didn't look like a cheetah, but it was comforting to know he at least still smelled like one. He watched silently for a few moments. "You from around here?" he asked, more easily translated as: am I stepping on someone's turf?
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