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 Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 3:11 pm
Well, Tshilaletala was left with a foul temper.
His face was chalked by brown dirt, completely smothering is face. Beyond that dirt-masked face, anyone could see he was fuming. He shook his head, attempting to clear his vision while his thoughts riled furiously. One image was clear, eyes and mind. That gray-like female. That rust-looking lioness. How could she? His scent was easily identified, but how could she... He calculated his timing exactly. He kept his pace and stance perfectly. How could she dream of catching his scent?
Being a cub was his first thought. Something he dreaded to admit, but he was only a cub. She was... what was she again? A teenager, right? Obviously not an adult by her size. Or she was a runt. He snickered evilly. If she had been a runt, then when he grew, he'd be able to get his revenge once he was able to set out. Be able to catch her, yes, then get his sweet revenge.
Too good to be true.
With that, his mind clearing, Tshilaletala paced back in fourth. Once he caught up to her, he'd get her. He'd get her.
"And I'll make sure of it," muttered the male, tail swaying rhythmically
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 6:53 pm
Uxe was content with being on his own at this point. Mother and father were good at their job of keeping the children feed and content. He clenched his grey marked paws as he lay in the hollowed out earth under the tree stump. He stared at his claws, flexing them slowly. He bent down, chewing on his claws slowly-his red eyes staring into the distance.
Someday things would not be so cushy here at home. Someday he would dwell on his own and enjoy life-the meaningless life that was now his existence. If anything, someday sweet death would grasp him and take him into a diffrent world-where things were real. Not fake, here on this earth.
His eyes looked up and he stared into space for a while. Things would soon change
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 12:51 pm
Unlikely was Tshila to change with how he acted, with how he was. Content with how he treated others, especially with his own tactics, he hardly noticed how weak and unprepared he was for the real world. For him he thought he worked harder than the others to prove who he was, and this resulted in the respect he lusted, craved. Those such things were what he desired. Respect was one above the others he worked hard for, while the other things he chased after were something beyond a dream. He did not wish to stay a cub forever. Stay here, grow up, still be with family. The truth was, was that he wished to travel the world. With someone, without, he wanted to visit other lands. Learn what they had to offer. Maybe, just maybe, then he would find where he really belonged.
Yet, he hardly picked up these ideas, these 'thoughts'. Everything in his child-like mind was filled with anger, defeat. Without concern, without worry towards what could happen to him in the future, he really did think he was all that in this big world. He didn't need help to become big and tough, or grow up to become someone others did end up respecting, even feared if he really raced after those kind of things. However, he was still a cub. A weak, bratty cub. Even he sometimes thought he was like that. A whiner. A bratty little cub intent on getting his way. But, despite his efforts to brush these annoying thoughts away, he still acted the way he thought he acted.
Muttering dryly to himself, his gaze rested on the easily seen tree stump ahead of him. He was keen to scent his brother by the tree stump, probably doing something Tshila would be less entertained by. The only one that could really catch his attention was his own twin, Mizu, but he hardly wanted to speak to her right now. With the mood he was in, Uxe was the best to let his ranting come out. Someone that would listen to him, maybe help him? He doubted it right now. Anyone would do right now. As long as it wasn't that lioness, he was fine.
Sometimes, he hated his voice. How low it was, how quiet it came out. This was the only reason why he neared his brother even further, wishing, that if it wasn't for his voice, he could surprise his brother. "Uxe," Tshila called, his call coming out a bit too frustrated than he had willed it to come.
His muscles worked swiftly while he circled the tree stump, eying the black pelt of his brother with curiosity.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 7:50 am
Uxe shut his eyes and imagined the darkness of the world and how many things it offered and could take away from him. His attachment to mother was now losing its grip from when he first began to nurse from her and seek her comfort. Now, he found that being more independent was what he wanted and his siblings were starting to do the same. He huffed to himself. He really didn't 'hate' his parents. is father was a good father and his mother-a good mother. His father was strong and well liked, his markings were just as unusual as his own, his fathers voice was deep and monotone at all times. His mother was kind and sweet and whispered to everything-soft colors of her fur and her soft eyes. He just, wished he didn't have to rely on them for survival. Soon that would change too.
He turned upon hearing his name spoken by a family member. His brother-one he could relate to almost. He turned and gazed off the stump. He was actually fond of this brother-Tshila. He had thoughts and idea's similar to his own. Though Uxe based his thoughts more towards-death was only a hindrence. Everyone dies-so why not do what comes to you... "Brother Tshila." He said calmly, a smile forming across his face.
He stood up and went to the edge of the log, gazing down at his black and teal brother. He hung his front paws over the edge, balancing on his elbows. His front paws were so wonderfully marked with swirls and patterns that Uxe could not help but stare at them for a sheer moment-before looking to the pelt of his brother. "How are you?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 7:37 pm
Tshila often thought that everyone hated him for who he was, for what he did, for how he treated them. He wouldn't blame them. The way he treated them was foul, the way a brother, a son, shouldn't treat their family. He wasn't abusive, no, just distant and cold. Like any other curious cub, he thrived adventure and instead of waiting for it, he went out and found it. A family of eight would be suspected of supporting enough for one his age, but he never looked at his family as adventurous. He parents were old. Anyone could see that they were at their breaking point. His siblings were young like him; they supported themselves and also wanted their own adventures.
When Uxe turned to him a he felt relief. They shared a relationship far closer than anyone in the family, only based on their similarities. He knew they shared the same ideas, and the longing to separate from their family. They both rebelled against surviving on their parents, who were both, sadly, a little too old to support a family so big. "Brother Uxe." He addressed him the same way he addressed him, a small smile forming on his maw after the turmoil he faced before.
The markings on his brother were very unique. He never saw detailed markings like those of his brother. Father had markings, but they were so extensive as Uxe's, and were dull in their own way. Tshila obtained his markings from his father, but he knew he could never out match that of his brother's markings. Someone could get lost just in gazing in his markings.
"Foul. I had a bad ruin in with a lioness. A lioness, who wasn't so sweet 'n' sour." He pawed at the dirt beneath him, his expression changing into that of a pout. He hated that lioness.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 4:24 pm
Uxe could understand why his brother would seek him out. Out of his whole family, he'd rather get stuck with this sibling. He gazed down at his brother will his fathers deep eyes and smiled, sliding down off the log onto his feet. He stretched, his back arching and his milk teeth exposed. He was already missing a couple from a few scuffles and tumbles he had encountered lately. He scented the air, planting his grey self onto the ground with a huff. "Eh... I haven't met anyone interesting lately... just the normal... old lions." He said, refering to their parents.
He was rather vane when it came to his markings. Everyone knew it. He was proud to sport such twisted designs and swirls. Their father said that their grandfather had marks like theirs and that it was like a family mark now... that almost everyone had them. He was glad he got the most. "Well... I avoid anyone bigger than me these days... since we are so stupidly small.." He spat, glaring into space.
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