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 Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 12:24 pm
 The sun was setting now and the temperature was begining to drop. Another night alone, cold and afraid of what may happen. Such fears always prevented him from sleeping. Instead, he'd just stay up and listen to the sounds that chimed, sniff the air and analyze the scents of those passing by. Not like they'd see the little cub. He used a thorn bush as cover and protection.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 1:48 pm
But was primitive truly the right word? She was no longer sure anymore, but there’s one thing she’d never get used to was how some females could go about naked of all things, and with such shameless attitudes. Seeing such…oh hell, she wasn’t even sure of what to call it…frivolity? had mad her blush with humiliation. No matter, she was determined to keep her dress clean as a lioness can in this primeval environment and show how a true lady should act.
Just as this thought crossed her mind, and she’d lifted her head in pride, her dress promptly caught on a thorn bush and tore. Sitting down, her ears and flakes drooped as she contemplated the rip, and sighed sadly. “Shall I ever get used to this land?”
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 8:08 pm
Grunn was still as stone but on the inside, that little heart of his was pumping hard and fast. His thoughts raced through his mind in a never ending loop of complete terror. At this point he had to make a chose between fight or flight and he was leaning closer to flight though their was a problem. The only way out was past the larger lion. Panic quickly set in and in the midst of him trying to steady his rapid breathing and whimper left his maw without him realizing.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 8:32 pm
Liz was resolutely working freeing her dress from the bush, and she nearly missed the whimper with all the noise she was making, still, something made her suddenly stop. Looking around, she realized it wouldn't be much longer before night was fully upon them; granted, her keen eyesight (being a nocturnal predator) didnt make it a problem, but she was still very unused to sleeping out of doors. This was observed unconsciously, superseded by the feeling that she was being watched. "Hello?" she called, struggling to keep her wits about herself in a strange land. Her head raised high, she looked around for any signs of who it might be, ears perked for any sound, but still she missed looking in the bush itself and who occupied it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 3:24 pm
The poor cubs body tensed. How could he have been so stupid as to make a noise that could lead her to him. Now he was shaking...no trembling. His mind had made up his choice before he could even rationalize. Sure she'd have a chance to catch him in her jaws if she aimed for it..but maybe she'd be caught off guard by what he was about to do. Without a moments hesitation, he gunned it.
Grunns movements were quick...though at the same time a bit queer. Yes while he looked like another lion cub, just with a fluffy tail and elongated ears, he clumsily hopped like a little rabit. Who could blame him. He has the mind of a rabbit...he was created from one for gods sake. Well atleast a toy. Breathing fast, he didn't dare look back.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 3:59 pm
The slight shaking of the bush was the first thing to draw her attention back to it with a curious look. Before she could even comprehend it, something bolted right towards her and in fear she backpedaled with a bit of a scream and fell over backwards, her dress ripping further (and free) in the process. Scrambling to her feet, she climbed atop a nearby boulder and lay there panting in fear before realizing it had been nothing more than a poor little...cub? Bunny? Sighing sadly, she just lay there and closed her eyes, a small tear escaping from her eye.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 6:37 pm
Exhausted from the quick use of his energy, Grunn finally came to a stop and looked around. The other hadn't followed? How odd, but then again that was a good th...what was that? His ears perked up and he continued to look around until his eyes fell on her form. She was crying? But why? A bit torn, Grunn swallowed his fears and clumsily hoped back towards the female. Stopping some feet away from her, he sniffed at her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 9:43 pm
Liz, her head on her paws, opened her eyes at the sound of sniffing, and saw the little green cub-bunny was watching her. "What a darling little thing you are!", she whispered before her present mood took over once more. Dropping her gaze she said aloud, "You should head home, I'm sure your family is worried about you." This reminded her of her own lack of family, and she once more closed her eyes in sadness and turned her head so her long brown locks hid her face.
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 9:50 pm
"F...Fami..ly" He tried the word, stammering a bit as he did so. After all he had never really spoken, only listened. "No....wan...dead..me." His ears lowered and his eyes adverted to the ground. Such painful memories. What had he done that made them hate him so much that it drove them to try and kill him. "Ugly...k...kill..it."
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2008 10:46 pm
It took her a moment to realize that the cub-bunny was speaking, his voice hesitant and stammering like he'd not used it much. She lifted her head slightly to look at him once more, pushing her long brown hair to the side to see him better, her head cocked and a gentle expression that changed to horror (when she understood that he'd been almost killed by his own family and driven away from them) to one of sadness and quiet longing. "Oh, you poor delightful creature!" she said softly, but loud enough for him to hear, "The horrors you must have seen! Oh how I would love to come down off this rock to take you in my arms and stroke your fur and hold you, to feel your warmth and softness, but I fear you would run away from me once more. To you I must be a fearsome beast with my teeth and claws, and wary that perhaps I would eat you if you got too close...if only I could prove you wrong, but I fear I could not. It has ever been the lot of the feline species to kill to survive and live, for a lion cannot live on vegetables alone. I have become a monster with the heart of a lamb..."
She was referring to the fact that when she first found herself here, out of horror, she'd refrained from eating meat till she'd become excessively weak. Cas had finally convinced her that if she wanted to survive, which she did, it was something she'd have to accept. Still, the thought of killing filled her with revoltion, and so she now lived mainly off the scattered remains of kills from other lions, occasionally supplemented with a fresh one as Cas came to court her. It was a hard life, but as she found the instinct to kill another still quite revolting and extremely unlady-like thing to do, it was her only choice.
She knew, however, the little one before her would not know that, seeing only her teeth and claws he'd run soon as she made any sort of movement. Instead, she remained where she was, once more dropping her head to her paws, her gaze now locked on a bit of grass that was waving in the gentle evening breeze. The night was quickly becoming colder, the first stars beginning to appear above them, she saw nor felt any of that, only daydreaming of being human once more and scooping the poor creature before her into her arms and giving it the love it seemed to so desperately need.
The quiet moment lasted not much more than a few seconds (a lifetime in her opinion) before she looked back up, but she just couldn't take the pathetic look of the creature before her without trying to do something to ease his grief. Whether what happened next was due to her human instinct to nurture or her feline one was debatable, but either way it came quick....she jumped down off the rock and swept the little one in her paws, nuzzling and licking him in turns, and whispering, "I'll never let anyone hurt you, ever again, you beautiful creature..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 8:08 pm
He went rigid at the females swift movement and when she awept him into her embrace he nearly screamed but it was stifled when her heard her words. She'd never let anyone hurt him ever again? She called him beautiful. Was she blind...or was she going blind? He was grotesque...so why even bother protecting him. He was nothing important. Tears welled in the odd cubs eyes and all he could really do was look down while whispering a single word. "Why?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:24 pm
((Sorry this took so long, hun, had to figure out how this was going to fit in with Cas and Lizzy’s timeline with our plot…decided this would be while Liz is pregnant, but hasn’t come to realize it yet…say within a few days of conception or something. Explains her mothering hormones being stronger than usual and the glomping of poor Grunn 8D))
Liz just stopped and looked at the odd cub for a moment, studying his tears and sad look before giving him a soft lick on top of his head. "Why not? Doesn't everyone deserve to be loved? Others may have called you ugly, but to me you are beautiful. Beauty, little one, is in the eye of the beholder. Don't cry, my little love..." she nuzzled the top of his head softly before letting her lioness/mother instincts (which was getting easier by the day) and began giving him a bath. She found it sad that one like him should have never felt the love of his own mother.
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