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 Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 9:55 am
Frustration shrouded the voice of the one who was speaking, anger and irritation at herself for the most part. What had once been a short excursion to find some flowers had ended in this, confusion and disorientation.
Warrul'thun was lost. Umo would more than likely berate his adolescent daughter for her sense of direction when she'd gone and bragged about how good she was at finding her way around. It turned out that Warrul was no better at finding her way around than a bug in a monsoon.
Yet she wasn't going to tell her parents that, she would merely tell them that she had gone off and found a romantic connection that she'd flirted with and broken their heart. It was the same thing she always told them, they called her a player and a flirt, a heartbreaker and a schmooz. In truth she was none of these things, no being, be they male or female, had ever looked at her with anymore than a passing glance at her.
But no one knew that much!
Her grand deception was still working... for Warrul got lost quite a bit. However, no one ever asked her to meet the others she always said she flirted with, so it could last a little while longer.
"If I can find my way home this time that is..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:16 pm
In one paw, Hippolyta cradled a small red flower. It had beckoned to her with its simple lines and blood-drenched color, so like her eyes and the eyes of her mother and sisters. And just like her, it had been alone in the tangle of growth she'd found it in.
A sigh slipped from her as she turned the flower, looking it over from every angle. The black lioness had been, well... rather lonely of late. Oriorpata, the sister she'd connected with the most, had disappeared. Her other sisters were rarely free to talk or play, and her mother was even less available now that she had a new litter of girls to care for. It wasn't like she wasn't buisy, caring for her new sisters and the orphaned cubs the pride had adopted... but there was really no one her age for her to talk to, or even close to her age... it left her feeling very alone and very vulnerable, now that she was expected to use her training as heir more and more often. What if she messed something up? What if she wasn't as good as her mother and everyone found out? It was her greatest fear...
Another sigh slipped from her as she pushed those worries out of her mind, focusing on the flower she held. She'd already decided to keep it. It would look lovely, tucked behind her ear.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 2:07 pm
Still greatly frustrated at herself, Warrul had picked up her speed, not paying attention to the world around her as she barrled through what seemed to be a loosely forrested area. All she wanted was to be home, was to see her mother and her brothers and her sisters.
Lost in her thoughts of what she'd say to any of them, or at least the remaning of her litter that hadn't gone off to find mates and friends and new lives, Warrul didn't see the rock that stood out from the ground like a tiny statue that some bugs might find amusingly religious considering it's size. But Warrul didn't see it, the fact sent her sprawling across the ground with a start. Luckily for herself she knew how to tuck her head in and her legs flat to her body to keep the pain minimal. Many times when she was younger she'd fallen over logs and things to the amusement and laughter of her entire family.
Warrul'thun the Super Clutz.
It was a name that made her chest tight and as she lay where she was, lost and confused and now in a tad bit of pain for her efforts of attempting to find her way home, Warrul allowed herself a few tears to slide down her sheild marked face quickly before brushing them away. She wasn't going to get home by crying, but she felt like it.
Hefting herself up onto her elbows and peering around to get case of her surroundings, her green eyes lit on a shadowy figure and her whole body went stiff. Someone had been near her the entire time... Afraid to say a word, Warrul stared up at the other with still wet tear stains on her cheeks and fearless eyes that failed to betray just how fearful she actually was deep down.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 8:29 pm
Hippolyta jumped when she finished tucking the flower behind her ear, eyes going wide at the thump of a body hitting the ground. Leaning, she glanced around the bush that partially obscured her view, her gaze wide-eyed.
It relaxed her somewhat to see that it was a muddy colored adolescent picking herself up, the rock behind her the obvious culprit of the tumble. The stranger was no one she'd ever seen before, but at least it was a female stranger. Hippy was used to females and though the whole purpose of her trip was to find a male, she was actually rather nervous about the whole thing.
"Hello!" She called eagerly as she rose to her paws, hesitating before she started to pad closer. "I heard you fall, are you hurt?" She asked, her voice softening when she got closer. Not wanting the other to feel intimidated, she sank down on her haunches to sit so she wasn't so much taller than the other girl. It was a surprise to Hippy too, the size difference between them. Sure, she was an adult and the other was an adolescent, but still... was her family that much larger than outsiders? She felt like she towered over the muddy girl.
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