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 Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 9:54 am
Oiorpata had left the jungle to pursue her thoughts. They were a jumble and all over the place. She couldn't very well make up her mind with that disorganization. She knew she had said yes but she was sure they'd be ok if she changed her mind. After all, the situation sort of made her feel pressured into it. That was, Oiorpata had gone out to find her sisters through her mother Balaa and had located them in the Kunanda, a dominate female pride much like her mother's band of females. Only in this one, males were treated better and they were much more organized. But her mother, Kiuma, was still a source of strength and mighty in the face of even the greatest dangers. And after all, blood was supposed to be closer than siblings related only through love who she had never really known. She had to come to a decision but very well couldn't come to one submersed in one or the other. So she had taken to the land outside the jungle, back to what she was familiar with.
Gabus wondered as he always did although this time Hebapa and he had split up. They were looking for somewhere to take up permanent residence, seeing every meeting and strange occurrences as markers on a trail of fate. They wanted a little base of operations to be goofs and tease and play but didn't want to do that anywhere too close to a pride or any other group that could prove dangerous if they turned against the two rascals. Sure they meant the best of intentions ...to good folks but not everyone saw it that way. Close-minded he believed was the word.
So as fate would have it, he soon saw the red female, about his age if more well-rounded in muscle and mass. "How do you do?" he said playfully.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 10:23 am
She looked up to see the other, a black and white cheetah staring her in the face. "Not very well, thank you," she growled to hide her startlement. She didn't very well appreciate being snuck up on by anyone and, if she had gained anything from her childhood, by a male. Oreo was not appreciative of males for the most part. "What do you want? Choose your words carefully before I tear off your face."
Gabus chuckled. "Now now! Don't kill the messenger! The gods sent me to answer your questions. How would they feel if you killed their blessing?" She was obviously puzzled about something. So why not take a shot? If all else failed, he could still outrun her. And what kind of life would he live if he didn't take chances? Well, not a life he'd find worth living. It certainly wouldn't be an adventure like he'd made it into. Ever since he found that the way to make his mother happy was to know that he was living his life to the fullest, he had left to do just that with Hebapa. At first it had been to do a circus but he just wasn't cut out for it. Instead, it was still amusement but through a much different channel.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 6:49 am
Oiorpata scoffed. "You don't look anything like a blessing. Rather, you look like something I might skin for the enjoyment of it. So tell me, why would the gods send you?" While it was convenient that he was taking her mind off the question, if she did not answer it, she might boil over. How was she supposed to figure it out? Well she'd probably just have to go home. Without answers, that's all she could do since it was only supposed to be a visit. But anyway, back to this cheetah problem on hand. She needed to deal with him before he became another problem.
Gabus smiled coyly. "Why irony of course. If your questions were answered by something more to your likely, wouldn't they just be seducing you? So they sent lil ole me who has no interest in your reproductive organs. Of course, you can still reject me. Just don't expect any more help fro the gods." She was making it interesting for the moment. And of course, he was still faster than her so danger was not really an issue. She might have been more boring if she had so easily accepted that that was what he was. Because where was the fun in that? Made everything so much shorter and less sweet. "So the question is, do you trust me? Your family issues can't wait forever." Yeah ok, that was a stretch. But hey, she looked like a moody teenager. He figured he had a 80% chance of being accurate.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 9:59 am
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously feeling amazement creep over her. "How did you....?" If he was what he said he was, she and he knew how. Besides why not go with it? She had never come to any harm from talking to a male before and why would a scrawny one make a difference? He was virtually harmless. And if he was from the gods, then all the most innocent to boot. "Yes, I'm having family problems," she admitted but without dropping the sass. She wasn't about to make it seem like she enjoyed talking to him. Because she didn't. "Half my family shares one way of life and the other another. They are so similar and yet different. One is the one I am accustomed to, one I swore my life to. The other is appealing, comforting, but strange all at the same time. And now I must decide between them."
He smiled as she asked her question and trailed off. His smile was one of satisfaction, satisfaction at her "defeat" and one more closely attributed to ego. "Now was that so hard? You have told me your problem but at the same time, said nothing. But never fear for I know what it is you mean." Cough, cough. That was, he was making her feel better when she had indeed revealed much. "So what it really is is the old is your mother. You feel an alliance to her because she's raised you and done much. But any mother would want you to live your life how you want. So really you should not be asking yourself which do you feel less guilty about but which do you want more." Hmmm, this advice thing was ...loosing its fun. She better give him something he can get some entertainment off of.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 10:20 am
There was something about him she didn't like. And well maybe it was about the way he knew what he did. Or maybe it was the way he seemed like he was laughing on the inside. Or the fact that he made it seem so easy. "It doesn't work like that," she exclaimed. "I have a duty, ambitions, goals in one. Am I just supposed to abandon those?"
"Hopes, dreams? I get it. I get it. But hopes, dreams, goals, ambition. They all are flimsy, like the weather, they are unpredictable and subject to change. Plus why tie yourself down anyway? Then you get stuck with the boring and then you get frustrated with your life. Where's the fun in that?" Eh eh? Was he getting somewhere?
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 10:30 am
She narrowed her eyes. "They matter! They can't just be dropped so I can make new ones. You don't understand how it works. I don't want to abandon them on a whim." So much for him being understanding. He didn't seem to get the picture. Much less be helpful. What good was he? Seems like he was turning back into the liar she suspected him of being.
He shook his head. While it was fun on some levels she really was frustrating in the way she saw things. "I think you're afraid of changing things. Of change itself. You want to but you're afraid it won't work out. So you're convincing yourself to stick with the familiar because of reasons that shouldn't matter or you know are lies." Yeah, he himself had had issues leaving his mother and his previous goal of making his mother happy for every waking moment. But he had come to the realization she would be happy simply knowing he was happy. So really, it came down to he needed to do what he wanted and be satisfied before he found himself with nothing for the sake of someone else. His mother wasn't selfish like that. And so he appreciated her all the more for it. And she knew he loved her. It was that easy. Why couldn't a lioness see it that way too?
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 10:45 am
Ok, yes she was afraid. She had indeed always tried to be the one to do things first, to be the best, to take no prisoners in her quest to the top. But this didn't fit in so easily. One who gave her actions no second thought now was stuck in hesitation. How was she going to handle it? Well that was why she was here. In this spot. Stuck listening to him. She wanted to stay here, at least for a little while. To repair things. But she was afraid she'd want to stay forever if she stayed for a little while. And that was a dilemma. It was different, foreign, and partially went against what her mother taught. If she said yes, her life would be different forever. Take a chance. Take a chance... on herself. Maybe. Maybe she should. Well if she was strong, she'd prove him wrong. She'd stay as long as she had planned and then leave. She'd defeat his words convincing her to stay and return home afterwards. Of course. Of course. "Go away. I've won."
He laughed. "It was a battle? I thought I was helping you. And how have you won? Are you going to tell me I've just convinced you to do the opposite? Is it because I'm a male and you have a problem with me? Seems like it. You just can't accept that I am the messenger of the gods. However, I refuse to grant your wish. This is where you change your mind." With that, he turned and walked away, waiting for his ego to be stroked, for her to crumble and realize his logic.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 10:54 am
She shook her head and let him walk away. She didn't care. The shame of defeat was on him, not her. She could conquer anything, anything. Besides she had made up her mind and nothing could sway her. Nothing. Okay. Well maybe a few things. But not him. Nope. She could do it. Right? Admittedly she did want to stay, maybe even forever. But she couldn't let him win. Because then he was right and she was wrong. She couldn't have that.
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