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 Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 2:52 pm
Kalama had come to that realisation not too long ago, really, but the feeling of helplessness that accompanied it was not all that welcome, regardless. Slowly, the cub moved her frame, hiding and moving, from shrub to shrub... from rock to rock, almost as if hoping that her erratic movements would somehow keep her frame unseen by others.
Little did she know that her obvious zig-zagging was only bound to attract attention to herself. It was imminent. It was nature. Alas, Kala was too worried thinking over how much she wished she'd just listened to mommy, and how, oh GODS please someone HELP her because she was going to FAINT from fear and she was petrified!
Help was not on the way however, and the more time that passed, the deeper the darkened cub sunk into despair; so much so that she stopped hiding and placed herself in the middle of the rocky grounds, her large yellow eyes looking up into the sky, "I wanna go hooooooooooome!" she wailed up to no one in particular, "I want Mommy!" she followed the previous claim, tears streaming down her cheeks, "And I want a Daddy!" actually, she didn't really have a daddy; her mother had told her he'd left, and her childish mind was too young to understand what this meant. Regardless, Kalama thought that she'd very much like a Daddy, right about now. Please. And thank you.
Some food would've been nice too, now that she thought about it, "I want Daddy~~!" she wailed to the sky instead, her paws coming up to rub the tears out of her eyes.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 2:57 pm
"Well" ...said a small voice from a long blade of grass not a foot away...
"-I-....want a yam... but I'm not crying about it...what's the matter child? Are you lost?"
The voice sounded clear enough, but strangely, oh so strangely. It seemed to be coming from a fat little spider, all brown and grey perched and looking at her from all its beady little eyes.
"I know a story...about a lost little lion..." it continued rubbing two little legs together.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 3:10 pm
To say that Kalama was startled was an understatement; the small feline did a comical jump to the side, her eyes going wide as she turned around several times in an attempt to see just whom was talking to her. After she'd successfully turned and made a third circle around herself, the girl finally took notice of the small... thing, perched on the grass, not even a foot away, "Uh... uh!" again she paused, her brows having knitted together in confusion before she raised her head and looked about her form again.
No; no one here.
Except the Thingey. And her. Which made no sense at all, because Thingeys could not talk. Could they?
Golden eyes focused on the small insect once more, and slowly, ever so slowly, the lioness lay down on the ground, lowering her head so that she was almost nosing it, "Yeessssssss......" fresh tears cascaded down her black cheeks as soon as the realisation hit her, and though she forced them away by blinking and rubbing, neither actions did much to stop them, "I...I..." a pause as the Thingey mentioned a story, her watery eyes widening, "You do?" swallowing down the lump in her throat, the child pressed her face forward, her nose now touching the Thingey's body, and suddenly, for some odd reason beyond her, things didn't seem all that bad.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 3:18 pm
"Of course!" It said and seemed to strut a little, for something so tiny and round it looked abusurd.
It reached out a tiny thin leg and patted her on the nose -just- so...
"There there... don't cry... You'll drown the ants!" It nodded.
"I shall tell you the story if you like...do you know the propper way to ask for one Litttle Lioness?"
It sat... quiet literally sat. Not a very 'thingey' thing to do at all. Folding its little legs under it and folding two more across its tiny chest and spreading the last set wide in question.
two of its eight tiny eyes were a most curious shade of grey white, the rest a glossy black that seemed to glitter and smile.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 3:38 pm
The child gasped, placing her paws over her eyes till she was quite sure no more tears would come out, because, really, heavens knew that she didn't want to drown anybody! Not even ants! Whatever they were. As far as Kalama was concerned, these Ants were probably Thingey's friends; it'd explain why he cared if she drowned them.
And then the Thingey asked.
And, no, Kalama had no idea how to go about requesting said story. Until her mother's voice rung in her mind, loud and clear, "Please?" she said meekly, for some reason not all that sure this was, in fact, the magical word at all. In fact, no sooner had she said it that Kala decided no, it was not the magical word. At all. There was something else she had to say; she was sure of it. Points to her, even despite not knowing, for the small cub was making quite the show of trying to figure out the problem at hand; she screwed her face in concentration, wrinkling her nose while wiggling her ears.
No idea came to her mind, and instead she eyed the Thingey, looking slightly confused in the process; never did occur to her to question WHAT this Thingey was. Or why it was talking. Or WHY it seemed to be sitting like it was; in fact, Kalama questioned none of this, for in her childish logic, the Thingey was alive, and thus perfectly in it's right to sit, talk and tell stories, thankyouverymuch.
That's when the thought struck her; a single phrase in her mind, almost as if someone had implanted it there, out of nowhere, "A Story!" she cried suddenly, the smile that had previously been lost returning with a swoosh of her tail, "A Story!" she repeated, for good measure.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 3:55 pm
"Keu-Keu-Keu!" it laughed and pointed "EXACTLY!! A Story a story!...and you shall HAVE a story!" it clapped its tiny little arms.
It threw its tiny arms in the air..
"Listen! Listen well my child! And you -are- you are a child of Anasasi!" it cheered "You knew without being told!.. Listen to the web I weave for you...it's YOUR story!"
it stood up and did a little dance on the leaf of grass and made it bob up and down.
"Once!...there was a pretty cub!...Oh she was pretty! She was red as red could be, and black as black with a belly like the savanah! And oh the winds laughed with her! And oh the clouds -danced- with her and Hai she played and romped as all children do!
Ah but one day! One day dear child, she roamed -too- far, she followed brother wind, and she chased brother wasp and she danced after sister cloud and under grandfather sky...until...what do you think!. Poor Lost child no longer knew where she was!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 4:09 pm
And oh, how proud Kalama was of herself at that moment; all grief was lost, all sadness forgotten, and no thought was given to the fact she was still, actually rather lost. And mommy-less. All she had was this strange Thingey, and the story it was offering, which granted, was better than nothing. Alas, as previously mentioned, the cub paid no mind to these thoughts; oh no, her mind was far too focused on the story the Thingey was offering her, and subconsciously, she pressed her face forward, her ears eager to listen.
"Listen! Listen well my child! And you -are- you are a child of Anasasi!"
Now, that small speech seemed to make the lioness tilt her head; first to one side, then towards the other. It'd implanted a strange idea into her mind. One that Kalama seemed unable to brush away; not for the time being... and something deep inside told her that not ever, really. She remain silent for the time being, and instead did as she was told; she listened, and listened well, to what the Thingey Ananasi said to her.
The further she listened to Ananasi, the further that the cub was convinced that this little-cub-from-the-story sounded just like her, "She sounds just like me!" she gasped, her head falling down to hide momentarily below her arms, almost as if she were extremely scared of what was to come, "And what happened to her, Daddy? What did the little cub do?" and within those few words, she'd voiced the strange little thought that had been implanted in her mind with his first round of words; she'd found her Daddy.
Daddy was... a little smaller than she'd thought he'd be.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 4:17 pm
"Why she IS you child! It's your story!" it clapped and nodded.
"Clever clever girl!" it did another jig around the leaf.
"Why! If I am your father...and so I MUST be for you to be so wise, I shall have to do this PROPERLY! For all things must be done and done propperly! it's the way of a web to want to be woven well!"
and with that... it -jumped- to one side off the leaf... and ran down another and around in a circle and around and around.
All the while the thingie...got -bigger-
And bigger...
and hairier...
And less like a thingie
and much more... like...YOU!
Till at last there was this short, thick grey mained old lion sitting before you, his eight eyes blinking and looking -quite- as proud as any lion that -ever- strode the planes. Quite propper and pert but for the strange extra long legs that stuck out -pah- to either side of him and -wiggled-
And he had a great round belly -tight- like a drum
He Bowed to you, a teasing glitter in his eyes.
"Old Man Nansy! SPIDER man Nansy! I stole the stories! I tell the stories and all the stories are mine!" He declared most proudly and shook his grey mane.
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Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 4:31 pm
Okaaaaaaay...
This was definitely not something she'd been expecting; that much was obvious by the way the smile vanished, replaced by a slightly startled expression as she watch Thingey grow, and grow... and grow... and grow. Till he could grow no more. And up she looked, and up... and up... and up! Till she could crane her neck no more; in fact, Kalama'd craned it so much in her comical attempt, that she stumbled backwards, falling flat on her tail.
Suddenly, he was much less of a Thingey, and much more of a Daddy, and somehow, somewhere, it all made sense in the cub's mind, for she lost no time in sprinting forward the few steps that separated them, "Daddy!" the word was squealed loudly as she dove to cling onto the God's fore paw, never seemingly all that disturbed by the fact this lion had... spider legs, and looked somewhere between a Thingey and a lion. No, see, Kalama had no need to question the whys or the won'ts. In fact, she had no real time. She was much too busy assessing the thoughts in her mind; they were telling her she was home. Even if she was Mommy-less.
Which was mildly confussing for the poor cub. But that didn't quite matter, because before she'd been Daddy-less, and now, she had a Daddy. Which balanced out the situation in her mind. That thought safely at the front of her head, she turned big golden eyes upon the large, hairy beast. She had half a mind to poke at his extra legs, but stopped herself as he introduced himself to her, and idly, the cub wondered how a story could be his, but somehow, didn't question it. She knew they were his, just like she knew he was her Daddy, "I'm young cub Kalama! LITTLE young cub Kalama! I..." she seemed pause in thought, one paw gripping Ananasi one fore one, while her free one tapped at her maw, "I ate a hare yesterday. And uhm.... I like to run?" she said out of lack of things, trying to match his own introduction, "What ever happened to the cub in the story, Daddy?"
There was just no budging that thought out of her mind. Then again, he was doing a fine job at keeping it there in the first place. Theis was much better however; Daddy was now just as big (if not slighter weirder) as she'd thought he'd be!
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 4:19 am
Well, it wouldn't be the -first- time he'd found himself with children he'd quite forgotten, and it probably, though he would NEVER admit it for he was -much- to proud of himself, be the last time either.
So rather than -admit- he might have 'oops' forgotten her...he did what he almost -always- did. He lied.
"Well!" He said puffing up his chest like he was king of the Savanah. "Brave little Kalama! SMART little Kamala didn't realize it...but she was NOT lost! Becuase children of Ansasi are NEVEr lost, they are simply on the way to where they should be...So says Nancy...spider man nancy who chose to be a lion one day!.
Children of Anasasi follow his web! and it always leads them where they need go! So Brave little Kalama, Smart Little Kamala, made her brave smart way through the Wide wide savana, till -WAH!-"
(and he leaned back for effect looking shocked
"She heard a VOICE! But not just ANY voice...oh nooo..." He shook his head dramaticly.
"WELL! my child... Red as sunrise Kalama, Black as Twilight Kalama, Gold as savana child of the spider heard...her father!"
But she didn't know right away that it was her father, did she?!" he shook his head...
And her father didn't know right away...that she was his daughter. Becuase stories can't go like that, and all spiders weave stories!
So Anasasi, smart anasasi, little spider man in the great savana called out a greeting. He asked her, did she know how to ask for a story!
For that is what Anasasi does! Old anasasi, Hungry anasasi, Stole the stories for the people!
and what do you think? -WAH!-...She knew! Clever Kalama, pretty Kalama, Caught her own dinner on the great Savanah! She cried "Please!... A story! A story!"
And oHhhhh that delighted Old Anasasi, becuase he knew he'd found one of his children, carried away like spider silk on brother wind, long long while ago! And oh so pretty, and oh so smart, and she must be his becuase she knew to ask! A story a story!"
he raised those extra lims in the air like he was celebrating so much that he couldn't stay on the ground. But not his for-legs, as not to tumble her.
"So he told her a story, age old story, he told her HER story and then he took her home! His home if she'd go, to the land of the spiders, to the land of the stories and the pride of Anasasi, where ever it did rome...
And Kyu Kyu Kyu....that's how the story goes."
he stared down at her -quite- proud of himself for thinking so quickly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 5:53 am
Well, of course she heard a voice. The god was telling Kalama her own story; regardless of the fact and the way the logical part of her brain should have been rolling her eyes at her, the cub gasped dramatically as Anansi continued his tale. Tell truth, it was quite evident that Kalama was practically ignoring the rational part of her mind and brain - after all, had she been listening to that small section of it, she'd have probably run for cover the moment the spider had talked to her.
So no, Kalama wasn't being very rational at the current moment, but then again, who needed rational when one had a Daddy?
An ear perked then, her head tilting to one side, leaning against the male's foreleg (that same leg she somehow refused to let go of), and slowly, she formed the question in her mind, "Are stories to be eaten? Why would Old man Nancy steal the stories of the people if he was hungry? Why wouldn't he steal an antelope?" were stories meant to be meals? Perhaps they were, if her Daddy said so; after all, she'd forgotten her grief and ignored her sadness, and for some odd reason, quite beyond her, the young cub was feeling quite full and satisfied. So much so that her belly had rumbled no further with the thought of not being able to hunt.
A story she had asked for, and a story she was getting. Kalama was listening avidly, almost as if her very life depended on being able to retell that very story, word for word. As if the ground bellow her would somehow give away if she forgot her Daddy's words, "I wanna go home," she said simply as he finished the tale, her own red hued tail curling about his leg too, an added security, almost as if silently pointing out that she wanted to go home. With HIM, always with him. Just to make sure, the cub decided to voice this too; after all, Thingey had been so little before, that god only knew if he'd understand her body language. Words were safer; he seemed to have a way with them, "With you. I want to be with you. Always with Daddy."
And that was that. It'd someday become the story of Her First Day, when she'd chased Brother Wind, and Brother Wasp and got lost, only to find her Dad.
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 5:58 am
"becuase people need stories" He nodded suddenly much more serious.
"Once upon a time, only the God's had them! and they kept them in a box and took them out to look at only once in a -great- while....and the people here on earth...HAD no stories, but that my child..."
and he stooped to let her climb onto his thick shoulders, up over his fat old belly.
"Is a story for another day...let us go find our people..."
((And that my friend, is the close of that story, for now... Kyu Kyu Kyu ;D))
((shot))
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Posted: Sun Oct 28, 2007 6:07 am
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