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Trouble, as it were, started fairly early for the thief king. He’d never been a morning person, and he supposed that was the irony of it.
“Dah-ling!” The drawling voice split across his brow. Balamb had not yet turned around- but he knew fairly well just who the obnoxious ring belong to. His beloved- the white lioness just resting above the rocks in her typical stoic silence rose her head to look at the new comer. From the look on her face, Balamb’s dread was solidified.
“…Aunt Kissi,” He preened in the phony, eager manner the thief king used on marks. His head turned at last, sleep neck just slightly pinching at his shoulders as one of his neck muscles pulled in tension. There she was alright- all three feet of blaringly obnoxious pink and diabolic expression.
“Ah! I knew you would not forget me,” She smoothed, moving forwards to him with a ginger look. Her body curled scandalously against him, and with the end of her tail she gently buffeted him across the face. “To think, my dear sister in law’s little boy! Out here of all places,” She dragged. She hadn’t changed, that was for sure. Balamb shifted somewhat uncomfortably and smiled a trickster’s smile, and gently waved his paw.
“How fortunate,” He half preened. “How is my mother?”
“Oh, you know.” She swayed. “Well enough it seems. My brother, of course- well, we still haven’t heard much of him.” The socialite sighed, her ears docking across her head.
Balamb knew well enough. He remembered about as much of his father as he remembered a meal. Fleeting. But for what it was worth, remembering his father’s betrayal was enough to remind him of the occasional kindness the somewhat inept aunt had given. And with a heave, he turned towards the ever silent Ya.
“Kissimmee, this is Ya, my partner.” The cheetah explained.
“Oh goodness, and here I thought the poor thing was stalking us.” The other giggled. Her pink eyes flashed as she looked her over. What, was everyone cohering now with scadanlized romances? She sniffed. It was lamentable- but then again, she supposed she had partaken in a kind of scandal herself before leaving in the jungle.
Well, she hadn’t exactly been willing to not try out a lover who claimed to have known almost every species! With a flush, she giggled to herself and waved her paw. Not something she’d ever want to come out, but~ It would do very well for such quiet thoughts. What she didn’t understand was why they were so admittant about it all! Couldn’t anyone take a scandal anymore?
“Ah, yes.” Balamb smiled. “She’s no harm to either of us, I assure you.”
Ya, silent as always, shot her boss a stony look. “Well, to you anyways.” Balamb recourse with a gentleman’s smile, and Ya sunk back to look as queenly as always.
“So I see,” Kissimiee mused. “I have to say Balamb, not something your mother would approve of, all of this…drudgery.” She commented, veiled eyes scaling over the terrain. “I dare say it looks worse then all of the homecountry! And that was after the war.”
“War?” Ya commented. As usual, to the point as always. Besides her, a sleeping Arcadia popped her head up to gather whether or not her ‘big kits’ were in trouble again. She flinched once she heard the other female’s shrew tone.
“It was nothing,” Balamb stated, but Kissimmee was already in the throes of it.
“Oh! It was terrible. Just a few years ago now, back when Balamb wasn’t but a cub and I doubt you were any much yourself. In old Parisia, or whatever the man-creatures call it. Court cheetahs against the wild- oh, it was horrific!” she swayed.
Balamb translated. “Two cheetah’s got in an argument about some water. Everyone showed up and spat at each other. I don’t think anyone got hurt.”
“Not hurt! That war claimed my Bram’s life, it did!” She gasped. “you weren’t there.”
Balamb shook his head. As he’d heard it, Bram had probably suicided after too many years locked up with the woman. But, who could blame him? He didn’t dare say anything to Ya however. At least not with Kissimmee around to go purporting crazy war stories about the cheetah’s old old.
The pink cheetah was a bit flustered over their lack of concern towards such a dreadful thing. It was obvious she was going to need to stay a while and be sure Balamb was not in too far with this lady. As far as his mother knew, he’d settled down with some halfway respectable cheetah not long back- what had happened to that? She snorted, but inwardly, glowed with a kind of diabolical contentment.
Oh, she was getting to like this savannah, that was for sure.
“Dah-ling!” The drawling voice split across his brow. Balamb had not yet turned around- but he knew fairly well just who the obnoxious ring belong to. His beloved- the white lioness just resting above the rocks in her typical stoic silence rose her head to look at the new comer. From the look on her face, Balamb’s dread was solidified.
“…Aunt Kissi,” He preened in the phony, eager manner the thief king used on marks. His head turned at last, sleep neck just slightly pinching at his shoulders as one of his neck muscles pulled in tension. There she was alright- all three feet of blaringly obnoxious pink and diabolic expression.
“Ah! I knew you would not forget me,” She smoothed, moving forwards to him with a ginger look. Her body curled scandalously against him, and with the end of her tail she gently buffeted him across the face. “To think, my dear sister in law’s little boy! Out here of all places,” She dragged. She hadn’t changed, that was for sure. Balamb shifted somewhat uncomfortably and smiled a trickster’s smile, and gently waved his paw.
“How fortunate,” He half preened. “How is my mother?”
“Oh, you know.” She swayed. “Well enough it seems. My brother, of course- well, we still haven’t heard much of him.” The socialite sighed, her ears docking across her head.
Balamb knew well enough. He remembered about as much of his father as he remembered a meal. Fleeting. But for what it was worth, remembering his father’s betrayal was enough to remind him of the occasional kindness the somewhat inept aunt had given. And with a heave, he turned towards the ever silent Ya.
“Kissimmee, this is Ya, my partner.” The cheetah explained.
“Oh goodness, and here I thought the poor thing was stalking us.” The other giggled. Her pink eyes flashed as she looked her over. What, was everyone cohering now with scadanlized romances? She sniffed. It was lamentable- but then again, she supposed she had partaken in a kind of scandal herself before leaving in the jungle.
Well, she hadn’t exactly been willing to not try out a lover who claimed to have known almost every species! With a flush, she giggled to herself and waved her paw. Not something she’d ever want to come out, but~ It would do very well for such quiet thoughts. What she didn’t understand was why they were so admittant about it all! Couldn’t anyone take a scandal anymore?
“Ah, yes.” Balamb smiled. “She’s no harm to either of us, I assure you.”
Ya, silent as always, shot her boss a stony look. “Well, to you anyways.” Balamb recourse with a gentleman’s smile, and Ya sunk back to look as queenly as always.
“So I see,” Kissimiee mused. “I have to say Balamb, not something your mother would approve of, all of this…drudgery.” She commented, veiled eyes scaling over the terrain. “I dare say it looks worse then all of the homecountry! And that was after the war.”
“War?” Ya commented. As usual, to the point as always. Besides her, a sleeping Arcadia popped her head up to gather whether or not her ‘big kits’ were in trouble again. She flinched once she heard the other female’s shrew tone.
“It was nothing,” Balamb stated, but Kissimmee was already in the throes of it.
“Oh! It was terrible. Just a few years ago now, back when Balamb wasn’t but a cub and I doubt you were any much yourself. In old Parisia, or whatever the man-creatures call it. Court cheetahs against the wild- oh, it was horrific!” she swayed.
Balamb translated. “Two cheetah’s got in an argument about some water. Everyone showed up and spat at each other. I don’t think anyone got hurt.”
“Not hurt! That war claimed my Bram’s life, it did!” She gasped. “you weren’t there.”
Balamb shook his head. As he’d heard it, Bram had probably suicided after too many years locked up with the woman. But, who could blame him? He didn’t dare say anything to Ya however. At least not with Kissimmee around to go purporting crazy war stories about the cheetah’s old old.
The pink cheetah was a bit flustered over their lack of concern towards such a dreadful thing. It was obvious she was going to need to stay a while and be sure Balamb was not in too far with this lady. As far as his mother knew, he’d settled down with some halfway respectable cheetah not long back- what had happened to that? She snorted, but inwardly, glowed with a kind of diabolical contentment.
Oh, she was getting to like this savannah, that was for sure.
