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 Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2007 10:46 pm
Adia woke after a long, rejuvenating nap in the shadow of a boulder. She felt much revived as she lifted her gray head to observe her surroundings drearily, still blinking sleep from her eyes as she did so. Her lips opened slowly, jaw spreading in a great big yawn so that her teeth glinted in the sun and she made a soft sound of content. Her sleep had been blissfully dreamless, unhindered and not haunted by the voice of her deceased father. She hadn't even realised how much those dreams, or nightmares, were distressing her until she had slept without them. Purring softly to herself, she unfolded her legs and stood slowly, stretching out as many joints as she could as she did so.
Once she was standing, her pink eyes took in the environment around her as it had changed from morning to afternoon. Nothing threatening seemed to be nearby, nor anything particularly interesting, so the lioness took her time waking up. Letting her forepaws step away from her hing legs, she stretched out like a giant kitten and let the muscles in her back pull and wake up. It certainly felt delicious! After only a few moments of that, she felt her stomach growl and the sensation was strangely uncomfortable. That was odd.
And the uncomfortableness reminded her of her encounter the previous night. With the blue cub guarding the entrance to his family's den. That had been an interesting dilemma, but she looked back on it sadly, wondering whether or not that cub was alright now. He had been deeply troubled, though hopefully his parents knew about it. It was only when Adia'dafina looked back the way she had traveled did she notice another creature coming her way, not from behind but from one side. She had to do a double-take before she realised she had not been seeing things. Deciding it was best to wait, just incase this beast was touched in the head as well, the lioness let her hindlegs fold so that she sat once more, ignoring the rumbling in her abdomen.
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2007 11:01 pm
Cubs. Father. Cubs. Father. Cubs. Father. Mate. Love. Mother. Pride. Father. Cubs. Father. Cubs. Mother. Love. Cubs. Mate. Pride. Pride. Mother. Father. Cubs. Love. Pride.
The string of words ran around his head, attack his thoughts as he tried to push them away. Images of Mwana was attacked by imaginary images of the female bulging with his cubs, tending to the cubs, nursing them. Images of cubs were plentiful, may faces, two times the eyes, four times the paws, and the same number of tails to match. All hungry for their attention. Himself carrying them all, tending to them, paws on their tails, maw occupied by a cub, many running around him, on him. Thoughts of love only made him relive those nights with Mwana during her heat, never had he imagined she being his mate and lover. Giving her such a burden as cubs, his cubs, was one he had not really planned on. And the pride... well, Ahali would certainly be surprised to see a pregnant female traveling with him to this new territory. Hopefully... things will turn out well in the end.
Mwana was still sleeping, likely sore, after the mating. She was in heat. With Fuku with her, she should be safe from any other males that would be attracted to her, after all, she can take care of herself just fine as is. However, it was more Fuku. What will she do to him now that Trigger was not around? A smile came to his face, he could only imagine. If he knew Mwana as he does, she would be hungry when she awakens and that was what he was doing.
Upon his back were two small gazelle and a larger one in his maw, all being taken back to the female. He excelled in hunting as his wild, unrestraint strength made everything for him, even teh smallest actions rough and hard, making them deadly when hunting. A single swing of his large, mighty paw broke the poor child's neck but he was only fodder for the stronger and the to-be strongers growing inside.
As he was heading up a slight declivity, he noticed a form a ways ahead. A female. Slowly he made his way to her. Dropping the gazelle down, he looked down at her. Being a Firekin, he was one of the largest breeds of lions around.
"A lone lioness should not sit alone in the early mornings," he spoke in a deep, bass tone.
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2007 11:18 pm
The lioness was slight of form, and she knew it well enough, but being in the presence of this male made her feel dwarfed. He carried the gazelle as if they were naught more than flies, whereas she would have had to half-drag even the smallest of his kills. For a brief moment she wondered if he could fell a water buffalo on his own, and then decided quickly that he could likely and with little trouble at all. His baritone vocals matched his form and seemed only to aid in her belief that he could kill whatever he liked, including her if he really pleased. She doubt she'd be able to run fast enough to beat his wider stride, but he didn't seem the least bit threatening at the moment.
Her stomach growled its protest at the fresh kill being set so close, but she ignored the slight sound and instead dipped her head low in greeting. Were she human, it would have been a perfect French curtsey, and as a lion it lost none of its regality. This was a male that deserved the utmost respect, and it felt as if it'd been some time since she met such a beast. Her father, perhaps, had been the last, as what female could look upon her brother with the same eye, whether he had inherited a throne or not.
Adia turned his words over in her mind, trying to determine the best response. What did he want her to say? Was it an opportunity to introduce herself? All the courtier manners that had been imbedded in her were taking over as she calculated what exactly her options were. All of this happened in fractions of a second before she allowed her lips to curl in a soft, undeniably feminine smile and she spoke, voice alto in its polite calm, "If she has no companion, she must." It was the best she could come up with. She was out of practice, but her expression didn't belay her faltering confidence.
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2007 11:32 pm
When it came down to hunting and fighting, he was much like his older half-brother, Kinari. No wasted thoughts of scenarios and possibilities, the first one that came to mind was instantly put into place and carried out. He was much larger than that lion, but when it came to wits, he lost out. Moto'Vianzio, or Trigger, stepped around her and shrugged off the last two kills onto the ground, revealing a blood drenched side. Being a carnivorous breed, they must have been used to such a sight. The male took no time to stop his trip to clean, however, stopping to gather the strength to return to his mate was necessary. Though he would not admit it, his strength did have its limits and it was running. Of course he could run far, his stamina was awesome, but when it came to zig zagging, kicks to the muzzle, and dodging charging horns, it drained him quickly.
This female seemed so small... frail and rather weak. She must have just woken up. If she was like Mwana any, or any of the other females he has had, they were amazingly hungry when they awoke. Being a stud, many females came to him when the Demon's Den was still around. Being a brute, everything was rough for him, avoiding touching her was the best option right now. Especially since she was a stranger. The presence of a female, regardless or who, had no affect on him unless they were in heat. He nudged one of the smaller kills toward her in offering.
"Then you should seek one out. Being alone leaves you vulnerable, regardless of who you are. Being alone is perhaps the worst sort of suffering," he spoke. Often times he spoke deep, but most of them were moots from his half-brothers. His dull green eyes, drained of tears, glanced down at her with a looming presence. His eyes traced down to her belly, to her side, to her face, and back. Something was strange about her but he could not quite put his paw on it. It was very familiar to one such as himself.
"Eat up, you will need it if you plan to travel anywhere," he muttered. "My name is Moto'Vianzio... remember that at least, call me Trigger otherwise."
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2007 11:45 pm
This male was a lord among lions, a king among males, and her courtier nature found her wanting to please him in any means possible. She was a princess, yes, but a princess was always attempting to find ways to make connections, to please powerful members of a court, no matter how small her own pride had been. His size made her hesitate against flirtatious gestures such as gentle tail swatting, but his size could not deter words and slippery compliments. It was strange, how quickly she could slide from a general, drowning confusion among casual and careless creatures, but among tough, quiet beasts she found her confidence and knowing. A pang in her heart awarded her with a hint. This was a glimpse of home, this confidence and assurance in herself. She was destined to be among the courtly, most assuredly, though she knew not where yet.
Her pink eyes took in his shape; from the thickness of his mane, to the slope of his broad shoulders, to the powerful muscles of his haunches and the strength even in the slender, sinuous muscles of his tail. Her pelt quivered for but an instant, almost unnoticable as for a moment, she wished she were in heat. But as she wasn't, she felt no real desire, but that certainly didn't mean she couldn't seek to please him. He was a kingly beast, in a foreign land, and he was the type of lion she could thrive around. Perhaps she was headed in the right direction.
His offering of the food made her quirk a brow, considering his actions as well as his words. But first, she had his previous statement to address, "Lest I find a strong a male as you, I fear I'd be vulnerable alone or among many. Loneliness, meanwhile, is suffering in duration. I've not been alone for long, and have met many to pass the time."
That seemed too much, so she tested the silence for a moment before taking a step towards the kill. The blood on his side attested only to his brute strength, and that made her wary of his paws, but she spoke once more before turning to the meat, "I am Adia'dafina. It is a pleasure to meet you, Moto'Vianzio." She didn't offer a nickname, perferring her fullname or a title over such things among strangers. "And I thank you." A moments more hesitation was all her stomach would allow her before she descended on the meal, somewhere between graceful and animalistic about her consumption of it. She was gentle, assuredly, but there was no mistaking that ravenous gleam in her eye. She attributed her hunger to traveling, rather than the extra lives within.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 12:04 am
Trigger could only puff a little to show off a little more of himself as she watched him. He saw her stare, examine, evaluate him with her rosy gaze. Acting as if her action was nothing, he rose to his feet and began to pace before her. Perhaps parading around to another female wasn't the best idea for a father to be, he shook out his mane before letting out a feral yawn. He had gotten up early to beat the early hunters to the game and only met with few competitors, the strongest won it seemed. "I should stretch my legs more often..." he used the pathetic excuse.
He rested himself back where he was looked at her again. Such a female mustn't have been alone for long, being of this age, what now, a full 12 cycles or two? She must have gone into heat once or two, and a male must have been near her. She was too beautiful and elegant to pass up. However, he found someone better, in a sense. He scoffed lightly to his own thoughts and looked down at the kills.
Fuku was a small little bug eating twit, he would not get near his kills. His food remained underground and hidden from the light of the sun. The smaller gazelle was for Mwana, she needed her food. With the possible cubs residing within her, she would certainly need the food to sustain them and even more so herself for the rest of the travels to the lands where Ahali directed. They should get there soon. He would eat the larger one and if necessary, and if Mwana isn't gonna be stubborn about it, carry her the rest of the way.
"There are not many males who are strong as me, call it boasting, but I am one of the strongest around. Either seek a companion or a group, being alone is certainly not safe," he spoke and touched no more on the subject.
To hear his name spoken by another made him bristle a bit, the pupils of his eyes sharpening to what could be mistaken as a thin line. Many have seen it and even less have seen it twice. It was a clear indication of his rage winning him over, his boiled blood, his oncoming tantrum. Though it was not a big deal, it took a lot of time to brush it off before turning to teh female.
"Do not speak that name without reason, Adia'dafina, for I am not longer of that pride in which bore me that name," he spoke.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 12:37 am
She watched him strut from where she was consuming the meal, quick and yet dainty in her movements. She was a living, breathing contradiction. His own 'stretching' was not lost on her, eyes following the sliding of his pelt over the powerful muscles beneath. His dark fur flowing like water over boulders and her brows arched in appreciation though she said nothing on it. He decided to brush his actions aside with an excuse, and so she deemed them not worth commenting on.
The lioness knew that the male would have a mate of his own, if not many, at least one. Whether she would be slight or large in nature, Adia could only begin to guess. He could go any number of ways in his choices, given his size and nature. She would not be surprised either way. His thoughts were also not unknown to her, perhaps not word for word, but she knew where his mind might wander. He was a male, though how crude or polite his mind's phrasing, she could not begin to guess.
She had quickly satiated her stomach's immediate demands, and now she could pick on the remainder while the two of them talked. She could also speak between lengthy bites, which was good because she never spoke with her mouth full and without a thorough lick of her blood stained muzzle. His boasting made her lips curl in a gentle smile as she retorted, "Not boasting, but fact, sir." And with that, she, too, dropped it.
His sudden rage didn't shock her. Adia was very attentive when she was in the mind of a lady, and she saw the rise into rage and the fall into control as if she were watching the bends of a river. Indeed, she didn't know what had caused it until he spoke, but she was gauging him all the while, reading the male as she tried to discover what made him tick. A troubled past was obvious by his explanation, and so she countered gently and grave, "To be marked and not spoken, though I see no reason for me to anger you again." Her tail curled, motionless against her hindpaw as she sat stockstill, watching his own movements for a moment. An angry male this large was not a force to reckon with, and she knew it well.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 3:24 am
Trigger gave a low scoff before reaching down and throwing the smaller gazelle onto his back. The slight rest was useful, and the female was kind and polite, strange however that she used to talk like Mwana when they first met. He gave a backward glance before looking at her again.
That was that feeling he had, that strange feeling he knew all too well. He was in the presence of either a pregnant female or one wanting to be. With a slight smirk, he shook his head. How could he not have noticed sooner? The male could have simple picked that detail out when he saw her belly or when she ravaged the gazelle he offered her. Thinking back at it now, he was glad he did give that to her.
Trigger moved quickly to her in a few strides, pulling her head to his for a rough lick.
"No, remember that name if you wish to find me again. Say it to the right lions and they shall direct you back to me," he spoke as he turned to the last of his things. The massive male's eyes looked back on the female, smiling at her belly and then at her. With a casual step upon the gazelle's limp leg, a loud crack echoed into the air before it was lifted up into the hunter's maw and carried away.
Left behind was the female and half of prey's leg for her.
However, he moved so in case she wanted to say anymore to him.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 9:33 am
Her rose-hued eyes watched his every move, entranced by the liquid rock beneath his pelt and the grace in his movements despite his size. He flung the gazelle around as if it were naught but a mouse, and she knew to her it would be too hazy to even lift completely. Unless she misguessed it's weight, which she doubted. Her hind legs straightened as she recognised that he was preparing to leave and now was time for farewells. She was used to bows, what she recieved instead was... a lick? And a rough one, at that. Like a mother's grooming. Her gaze widened for a moment, brows arching in curiousity before the expression was wiped away in an instant, as if it never were, and was replaced with that of stoic interest so as not to appear shocked and only alert to what was going on. As if the lick had been nothing out of the ordinary.
She wasn't sure whether or not it was customary for her to lick him in return, so instead she merely gave him a flirty glance and a dazzling smile, "I shall remember it well, good sir. You are as easy to forget as the sun, I assure you." With that she gave a soft chuckle, the compliment doubling as a light-hearted, well-intended joke. She would not forget him, whether they met again or not. She hoped, however, for the former.
When he left her a haunch of the meal, she was confused by his glance towards her belly. That was an odd place to look, but she had to resist the tempation of glancing towards it as well, just in case blood had splattered there or something equally mortifying. She didn't feel any moisture anyplace save her lips, but he had found something worth smiling about. Her white-tipped tail swayed behind her as she watched him turned to leave, "Good day to you, Trigger. Thank you, again."
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