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 Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 8:06 am
((Tattoos like this on all four legs and her tail. Items are identical (but add one to the paw missing one too. *x-posted*))
It was a rare occurrence for Elly to go around with even half of a disguise. Even with her main wings hidden she left her tail wings free for the world to see. She was wondering if she'd get the chance to use her "I swallowed a bird whole" story today, or if she'd just come across some poor mortal to think she had some disgusting, misshapen growth. It was a bit sadistic but it always got her a laugh.
For once, also, she was being lazy. Well, technically she had been training just an hour before and was just resting, in fact. The goddess, posing as a mortal, gave a great yawn, surprisingly clean fangs displayed for a brief moment. Gods didn't need to eat like mortals did, and she didn't usually fight much, so her teeth weren't stained like the mortals of her kin or those accustomed to battle. That would change over time, but it would take time to do so, just as it would take time to reach the peak of her strength with these power limiters on, until the day she could fulfill her promise to her instructor.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 9:03 am
After quite the past week, Kisirani decided that being around prides just wasn't her thing. It wasn't her fault if she gained a lot of attention! Things just always seemed to happen that way. That was always the problem when keeping company; someone was always jealous of her by the next day.
So instead she kept herself to wandering, regardless if she liked it or not. It was better living in one spot all alone and rotting. When she wandered, she at least saw people, and did things. Well, some things were left out of her mind, but there was never anything wrong about them to her.
Her sky-blue eyes caught site of someone being lazy. And with the lack of a large mane, it must be a female. She switched her slow, lazy direction to swing towards the lioness, hoping to make a little conversation. Conversation was good, right? No matter on what the details of that conversation could be, either.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 10:28 am
Elly stretched out to lie down, tail giving a last flick before falling still as well. Head resting on outstretched forelegs, comfortable, yes. Her eyes moved to stare up at the red female, an eyebrow quirking upwards.
"And who are you?" She called preemptively.
((Sorry for short!))
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 11:49 am
Kisirani's intuition guided her well. She notied how the other one reclined, and how she spoke. Something like she was entitled to things. It was easy to get what you needed out of just a bit of body movements and a bit of spoken words. She knew just how to treat her, spice things up a bit, eh?
She paused, leaving quite a bit of space between her and the other lioness. A slow, graceful dip as a bow, aaannd then a couple blinks of her blue eyes. "I'm simply named Kisirani," she replied, letting a bit of silence linger after that. "Is there a possibility of learning your name, miss?" Hopefully that would do. It was rare that Kisirani misjudged her readings, but it was possible.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 10:34 am
Oh, this goddess did so love to have her ego stoked, and though she was in disguise at the moment it still tickled her... well, some color other than pink, she'd argue, but the idea comes across all the same. It pleased her to be spoken to in such a respectful manner, and it made her wonder even if briefly if mortals simply possessed more manners than others, then how was she to know the difference between genuine worship and simply having someone be polite? That thought bothered Elly, simply because she didn't want to question.
So, she simply wouldn't. Problem solved. Just like that.
"Chamchela." She answered, ignoring the title of "Miss". She didn't care for it, or most other formal titles usually, but she felt too lazy at the moment to even care.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 6:08 pm
"Chamchela," the lioness repeated, a soft purr in her voice. "Quite a lovely name," she added on. Her own name could be taken many different ways. While it wasn't always a good one, there was still a certain attachment that she had with it, so she still carried the name with her head held high.
"A lovely day, isn't it?" she asked softly. She wasn't quite sure where to go with this female. She was a bit harder to read than others she had come across, and so she attempted to play her cards correctly.
"Too lovely to spend completely on your own."
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 5:37 pm
Now, over time Elly had learned one thing for sure. In giving out her name, she was as fickle as they came. She generally only trusted her preferred name to friends, as it made life easier, and grated her ears less around those lions and creatures she tolerated, but she also disliked the full out version of her name, at least as a child. What to do, then, when meeting strangers? Well, it was a case by case basis for Elly, and today--
"Chamchela." She half mumbled, though curious. She stared over the markings on the dark red female now that she'd discovered then. ".... Are those inks?"
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 9:06 pm
It took a moment for the red lioness to fully understand just what the brown lioness was questioning. Inks? Only when she realized that she must have meant her markings did it dawn on her.
"Oh," she said quietly, draping one forepaw over the other comfortably. "No, they're my actual markings." She couldn't help but feel a little bold today, as well as a little silly. "You can check if you'd like."
Hopefully she wasn't making the other too nervous, but it didn't look like it so far. Grand fun for Kisi, then.
"Are yours inks? They're quite lovely," she complimented, noticing the intricate leaf markings around Chamchela's limbs.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 9:42 pm
Great, her own markings, and here Elly couldn't even manage to get a hint of her mother's. Her wings were her greatest pride and joy, and those were currently hidden behind a veil of invisibility. Pity.
She did get complimented on her feather inks though, that was something.
"Yeah, a friend did em'. Your markings are... nice..."
The compliment sounded strange on her tongue, coming from her mouth, as if she wasn't used to sparing such generous words for someone she had just met, or in general. She wasn't, but she was honest even if not so bluntly and freely so as in her younger days.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 1:15 pm
((not sure if you want to continue, being that this rp is.. ancient. I am so sorry.))
Kisirani let her eyes linger over the markings once more, feeling quite pleased. Offer a little stroke, and you'll get one in return. But, she had to admit, the soft colours of this lioness seemed more attractive than the intricate tattoos she had covering certain parts of her body.
"Mmm, well, thank you. I have to say though, it must be nice having a lack of markings. As much as it can be striking at times, it's hard to lay low when you want to." Like, when you went into a 'home' that you probably shouldn't of disturbed. The shameless lioness just couldn't help herself sometimes.
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