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Name: Inanyesha (It rains)
Gender: Female (Adult)
Species: Lion
Lineart Edits: I would like to leave this only sketchy, allowing the editor artistic license, to play with as they see fit. The general idea is to do an elder lioness; on the mature, older side, almost an old woman, yet not quite. So this smooth, delicate, granmother-y facial [removed](happy, soothing), longer hair along her face, and neck, as well as longer hair along her legs (think like a horse? Leg feathers?). Longer tail hair, etc. She's a shaman, specialised in healing and the 'white arts' per say (even if she can't do magic, she might believe she can, or otherwise might be able to use some herbs to heal - think Rafiki from The lion king, sort of. Wise, eldery girl). Some feathers on a necklace, some vine/feathery bracelets, and once I contact Ary, I want to see if she'll let me give her a sorta-pelt (antelope, no head, just part of the pelt with the horns on her head, sorta like a furry hood). Perhaps a pouch to store herbs within, and a staff with beads and feathers she might carry.
Prompt Reply:

"Momma, why do birds have wing?"

The question had been an innocent one, and in a way, anya hadn't expected her mother to answer it, for it'd been but a fleeting notion. However, despite this, the old lioness could still remember the way her mother had smiled, leaning her head in to lick the top of her head.

"Birds have wings because one day, old ago, when birds did not have wings, and could not fly, one of them fell in love with the sky. Now, the sky was a finicky thing, and though at first it ignored the bird's pleas, there came a time it could no longer ignore; the bird had remain on a rock, gazing up at the sky, through rain, sunshine and storm... and little by little, the sky too, fell in love. The bird, however, had fallen ill due to all what it'd endured, and it had little time left of life. The sky, saddened by the notion, gave the bird wings, so it could fly up into it, and it's spirit could remain, high above the clouds, where they would live on for ever. Birds have since had wings."

Looking back, Anya had to admit her mother had had a knack for telling stories, and could not help but smile at the notion. Letting out a sigh, she lifted her head towards the sky, her long tail curled about her form.

"Momma, why do we die? Why does pain exhist?"

Again, it'd been an odd question, but her mother had indulged her, content to answer her daughter.

"We die to make way for new life, my love. We die because life is precious; if we were not to die... life would not be as precious a treasure as it is," she'd told her, "Pain is Life's way of reminding us we are alive. Because pain is there, you know how valuable happiness is. Because pain is there, you know you're alive, and you Feel. It is Life's way of reminding us that there is light at the other side, and we must always work for it, my child. We must never take it for granted."

Looking back, it was clear to Anya now, that she'd not quite understood her mother's wise words. Not untill much, much later. Looking back... it was hard to say where the turning point had been, however, the elder lioness figured it'd been right about around the time her mother died.

An illness had struck.

One not even the elders knew about, and many souls passed away. To rest, her mother had said, but anya had just though they'd died. They weren't resting; they were dead. Despite this, her mother had tried to help those poor, lost souls, and in a way, looking back, Anya figured she had. She'd given them hope in their last moments, and guidence when nothing else had worked. Many had died with a smile on their maws, and now, Anya knew that was the most important thing. At the time however, her mind had screamed at her that they were Dead, and nothing could change that.

As time passed, it became clear that those that came in contact with the sick proved to get sick as well, but her mother had refused to leave despite her daughter's pleas. It came to pass, that a particularly dark soul lion got sick too, and again, despite her pleas, her mother had tended to him. Day in and day out, her mother had watched the lion, and despite all what she got in return were scowls, glares and harsh words, the lioness kept on caring for the dark souled lion... until she too, fell sick.

"Momma, why do you care for him? He's evil."

"There is no evil in this Earth, my child," her mother had told her, rasping the words one warm summer night, "There are only shades of grey, and it is not our place to judge those shades... ever. We should not deny our help to those we do not understand, my child."

Anya's mother had died that warm, summer night. She remembered crying by her mother's body, curled up against it till morning had come. The dark souled lion had still been alive then, and Anya clearly remembered thinking how unfair that was. But that same morning, the lion mustered what little strength he had left and had padded up to both her mother's dead form and the cub's own.

"Leave this place," he'd told her, "I will stay with her till I too die. The scavengers will not her till then," and this done, he'd shoved Anya away, "Leave, never look back, for this land is sick. Live the life I never did."

She remembered being surprised by the words, the actions. but that what had moved her most was the fact she could see the unshed tears within the male's eyes. The tears never came, true, but Anya had known they were there; looking back, she figured that had been her turning point. She'd followed in her mother's footsteps, and had become that what her mother had been before her. She healed others, body and soul, the later when she couldn't the former, and never again since had she judged another like she had that lion, long ago; many called her naive, but her mother had been right.

Nothing in the world was black or white. There were only shades of grey. It was not her place to judge them.

She could still remember that first time. The first day she'd met him. How long ago had it been again? She couldn't remember, however, the reaction was firmly imprinted in her mind; the young goddess often time found herself giggling idly as she recalled it, earning herself confused glances from her parents and sibblings.

It was her little secret though. For the time being, anyhow. Oh, she didn't doubt that all Hell would break lose when it all came to to the surface... but for now, Badiliko kept it a secret. Her parents had often seen her grin as if she'd found a way to sneak her way into the cookie jar and was stealing the biscuits right in front of everyone's eyes without them noticing. In a way, maybe she was.

Tell truth, the initial meeting hadn't been planned. Looking back on it, she idly wished she could say it'd all started 'one dark and stormy night'. It sounded a tad better. Alas, it hadn't started on such a 'dark and stormy night'. In fact, it'd all started on hot and lazy afternoon, which needless to say, wasn't all too special. Nothing had been diferent about that afternoon than the twenty previous ones. Bored, Badiliko had seperated herself from her slumbering parents and playing sibblings; she hadn't been in the mood to sleep, and she hadn't been in the mood for a bit of rough and tumble. So instead, she walked, following after a random grasshopper that had flown into her path.

It was almost amusing to note that she hadn't even been seeking him when she'd met him. It'd all been a chance meeting; in fact, the grasshopper had been to blame for the whole ordeal, and no doubt, when asked, Badiliko would blame the forces of natures and the God (Goddess? She wasn't sure) of Grasshoppers (Was there even such an entity?).

At the time, she hadn't really been paying much attention to her surroundings; her eyes had been trained on the tiny creature, and when it'd jumped, flying off, the small, dark pelted goddess had followed it, pouncing with her wings spread. Needless to say, it had been quite a surprise for her to land on a warm, fluffy body, rather than on the ground. Her confussion, however, had not been nearly as large as his; she could tell by the way he'd blinked her lithe body, where it'd crashed against his side.

Her petite head had lifted from within his mane, her mouth opening, her nose wrinkling as she spit out the hair she'd accidently taken a mouthful off. Turning to glance towards her unintended target, Badiliko had been instantly amused however; it must've been reflected upon her features because the large, equaly dark male, blinked and gapped at her, as if he could either not understand what he was seeing, or simply couldn't believe it. She'd smiled at him then; it'd been worth it just to get a glimpse of that expression. Her myrth was accentuated by the fact she knew whom he was, while it was... horribly obvious he did not.

That initial meeting had been awkward, at best, but she'd enjoyed it. How could she not? If anything, it had enforced what she'd already known to be true; mortals were not all that diferent from gods, if one could overlook the wings, and in all honesty... Badiliko could, indeed, overlook the wings (birds had wings and no one fussed about THEM, now did they?).

He though she was a proyection of his mind; a vision, only somehow physicaly real. She'd not bothered to correct him. Not even as time passed and she kept on meeting up with him, intentionaly and unintentionaly. She saw no need to stop.

"You know what?" she had said one night as they lay star gazing, "I think I like you."

"Why?"

"I don't know," a pause had followed and the cub creased her brows into a frown, "Do I need a reason?"

Confussion had been evident in his features; she couldn't SEE from her perch, on his head, partialy hidden from the world by his mane, but she knew it was there. She knew him well enough to know that much. Silently, the small goddess had waited for his response, her keen eyes looking up into the sky, watching the moon and stars. Then, his shoulders had rolled into a small shrug, as if he'd come to a conclusion, "No,"he said, "I guess not."

And that was that. She decided she honestly didn't need a reason to like him, just like she didn't need a reason to visit him. It didn't matter that he had little to no idea of whom she was, either. Badiliko knew, and that was enough for the both of them.

"One day, I'm going to fly to the moon," it had come out of the blue, one idle day and again she could feel the confusion seeping from, "I'm going to fly to the moon, and look down from there. And I'll leave a paw print there. "

"Why?"

A smile had slipped upon her maw, and she'd turned to him, her eyes full of myrth, "Because I can!" she had chirped, "Because we're allowed to dream!" in her mind, it was as simple as that; she knew she'd never fly to the moon; in a way, it was metaphorical, but as far as she was concerned, she thought that shouldn't keep anyone from dreaming. The goddess could see him thinking, pondering... trying to understand, as if she were the greatest mystery in his life and he couldn't quite put his finger on just why, or what she was.

She was his mystery, while he had somehow become her best friend. She enjoyed the way he would blink at her, thinking, going over events, as if he were trying to bring forth some cosmical thruth from their meetings. She enjoyed the way he would lay down and allow her to bite and nibble at his ear. She enjoyed the way he was and the small cute frowns he'd offer her when she called him brother.

There wa sno doubt, that one day, he would find out the truth, however, rather than fearing that day, like her mother day, Badiliko found herself almost eager. Because she was a mystery he was meant to unravel, and that was just half the fun, wasn't it?

Trying for Uranus. I couldn't help myself ;_;

Prompt: Uh-oh, looks like Uranus has gotten the urge for some mischief and spent a whole night on the beach collecting some exceptionally angry crabs up in a big box. What hellish pranks will be be causing with those little devils now?

Answer:


For once, he hadn't started it. Really.

At least not in the proper sense of the words anyhow. All he'd done was leer at her and wolf whistle her....

Okay, so he'd also called her a few things that would have made a sailor blush, but honestly! That was all he'd done!! It wasn't like that hadn't been the nine hundreth time he'd done that to a girl, so what the hell had been diferent this time around? All he could recall was that the process had started out like always; he'd done his stuff and then the girl had gotten mad at him. He'd then told her that if she had a problem with him, then she should do something about it. The usual. All had been well with the world up to there.

What he hadn't expected was for her to take him up on his dare. Nor had he expected her to throw a rather large, heavy boulder on his tail the moment he'd turned around to leave. Needless to say, things had escalated from there on, and somehow he'd found himself fighting a metaphorical, moronicaly inmature, tug of war with her. He'd answered her boulder stunt by pulling a prank on her the following day, and she had reatilated by doing likewise on him the next day; things had gone back and forth, and back and forth hence on, and sadly enough, despite how hilarious the situation would have been had he been watching from the sidelines, it was starting to bother him. Not only because his body was starting to feel it (his damned tail still hurt from that first stunt, oi), but because his ego was getting quite bruised in the process.

After all, she was only a girl, right?

Right!

Despite that, he couldn't even remember the tally of points in his favour or against him any more, and no matter how much he tried to reasure himself that this was all merely a game, it was getting him no where. That was why he'd spent the whole night picking up crabs from the beach, making sure to anger them enough to be able to curse up a hell of a situation. He had the injured fingers to prove it too.