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 Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 5:47 pm
Already in a hole up to his shoulders, Sioda's butt was risen in the air, his hind feet braced on the outside of the deep gouge he'd already worked into the ground with his claws and strong upper legs. Given his diminutive size it was a sight to behold; the hole that he'd dug was rather large in size and diameter, spanning the length of the little Juvenile's body across from edge to edge. The depth was another matter to itself.
However what he was digging for wasn't as apparent. For despite how far he'd dug there was no telling just how far down it could be.
"Stupid... stories..." Sioda ground out from between clenched teeth as his muscles began to scream in protest for his usage of them.
It would seem to those that the pale cub was looking for dirt or rocks, but what he was really searching for was a clay that could stain his pale fur a brighter color. All the pridelanders that he'd met that far had been very dark and some of them even red in color. Just because Sioda had red eyes didn't mean that he was happy about it. Sure his mother and his 'father' Mut'salama and Paki were both pale as well, but rumor had it that his real father had tattoos down his body of bloody red.
Sioda wanted to stand out as well.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 6:16 pm
 Jurawa watched curiously as dirt and grass flew into the air, not far off from where she had been lazing, lost in thoughts about Munich, and their intentions for the near future. The sleek, red huntress grumbled something about silly ratels, and flicked her tail, pushing herself standing and making to wander in the direction of said assumed beast, but as the blood-furred lioness got closer, what she had initially assumed to have been just a honey-badger, digging itself a new little home in the dirt; turned out to be a pale-furred little lion cub, who had dug a quite impressive little hole in the ground.
Though...Jurawa was curious; "What exactly are you DOING?" She growled, reclining to her haunches and staring, eyes half-narrowed at the cub. She flicked her tail impatiently and laid her ears back, doing her best to look regal and impressive. For, she was a fair amount larger than the cub, and...well, she felt outdone by this holy the stupid thing was digging.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 6:25 pm
His paws were slowly becoming stained by something, the white getting darker and darker brown until something.... red.. touched his paws. Only the bare tips of them were red, but all the same they were red. Whether or not that was from the clay beneath was the only question as Sioda peered at it.
Blood was oozing from his pawpads where he thought he'd struck red clay. It was far too dark and wet to be clay and his paws were burning as if he'd been walking across the rocks from the grounds outside the pridelands once more as he'd done when he was younger. In the Rougelands.
Using his strong back legs, the little pale juvenile pulled himself from the hole he'd dug and sat staring at his paws for a moment. He'd missed the first few words that the red furred lioness nearby had said, however his ears had caught the word 'DOING?' and he turned blood colored eyes to peer at her carefully.
Not all liones or lionesses were known to be nice despite how many of them were often kind. There were still stories that floated around the Pridelands of cruel liones and lionesses that sought nothing but the destruction of prides. The stories of stolen cubs were diluted but they still remained along with the stories of cubs killed by rouges and caught unawares. Sioda was no fool, but he was also not a suspicious being in the least.
New friends were few and far between.
"I was digging. Wanted to find something called 'red clay' whatever that is. Only found blood." Sioda responded his normally soft voice was tinged with weariness and frustration for his own wounds and being unable to find what he'd sought.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 6:45 pm
"Well, aren't you a brave little thing." Jurawa snorted and rolled her eyes, tail twitching behind her as it had been a moment before. Her auburn toned eyes observed the little one carefully as he moved and spoke before her. "I would have figured a cub would cry over something like that." She laughed, in a slightly cruel manner.
"But I could just be wrong." The red-furred huntress added to her previous thought, wrinkling her nose for a moment and then lifting a brow.
"Though I'm sure you have some good reason to be digging for clay? Just so you know. You won't find any around here." She snorted again, unkindly.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 7:47 pm
"I don't cry, I've never cried." Sioda responded, his caramel tail swished a bit as he looked down at his paws and lifted an eyebrow. They were shredded from the rocks and sharp earth. The once pink pawpads had become red from the stains of his blood trying to dry on his skin as fast as possible, clotting to make it so he could walk on them once more. Not that he wasn't going to. "I haven't been able to cry from birth. Besides, this isn't really anything, I've seen worse and done worse."
The female before him was sarcastic and somewhat rude, she wasn't at all interested in what he was doing, which frustrated the young juvenile all the more. If she hadn't been that way then he probably would have laid down and talked to her the way he did with his parents and his friends. The way he did with his little bird friends that were always flying around him.
Crown, his bird friend, was the most common of his friends to appear. She wasn't with him currently, but Sioda felt as if she should have been, it would have made him feel safer and less angry.
"I'm not a cub though, I'm juvenile. All I was looking for was red clay so I wouldnt be so pale anymore. So I could paint myself red like my father supposedly is." Sioda growled out, his fur fluffing as he sat his paws back in the dust and peered at her from bloody eyes. "I'm curious is all."
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 3:00 pm
Jurawa frowned. Damn, she was in a really grouchy mood lately. She huffed and flicked her tail again, staring at the cub rather impertinently. "I see." She mumbled, watching the faces he made, as he spoke, and obviously thought. There was still a tiny part of Jura that wanted to go 'ewww, icky boy' but she had obviously learned to keep that little part under restraint. And besides, that would be rather hypocritical, since all she ever thought about lately was how badly she wished she could take everything back from her last meeting with Munich.
The female wished desperately that he was still around; truthfully, she had no idea whether he'd left again or not, and secretly she prayed that he was still in these lands, somewhere. "Well, that's incredibly interesting. I don't cry either, matter of fact." She snorted with laughter, "But I'm a big strong adult, so I don't know if it's relevant..." The huntress could barely keep herself from yawning. Life seemed so slow and boring lately, and she was just so...tired.
"You know, I know a lot of lions around here...are you sure your father is completely red? Because...you look a lot like someone I've met, but he wasn't red....Who is your mother, if you don't mind my asking?" Jurawa had thought about this for the last few moments, and had thought of a way to turn it into something that could be a little fun for her.
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2008 5:58 pm
One of his creamy eyebrows raised in disdain at the female before him. Sioda knew more than anyone that his body was physically incapable of making tears, but this female's surely was, just the way his mother's was and his 'father's'. All lions with the exception of himself could cry and his wasn't a willing innability. Just an innability.
"Strength doesn't mean you're innable to cry." Sioda chimed at her, his eyes watching her every move as his nose crinkled a little at her, making the white surrounding his mouth seem to move towards the spots over his eyes. "it just means you can work around it."
For one so young he'd learned a lot about life. His innocence was easily disgarded when he was angry, that was doubly true when he was interuppted during his digging.
Sinking a claw back into the hole he'd made, Sioda pulled up a wad of mud and sat it back on the ground, rubbing his paws in it thoroughly until it spread through his toes and over his pawpads, cooling the burning that he'd been ignoring.
Finally he looked back at her, "My dad's the same color as my brother, tan. Momma says he has red tattoos all up and down his body though. I'm so bland I want some tattoos or at least markings that stand out, but I need red clay for that. Guess I'll have to go look for more somewhere else..." Sioda drawled at last, "My mother's Mut'salama. She's mates with a lion named Paki, though he isn't my father. He's cool though he's blind as a bat in the daylight."
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