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 Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 3:19 pm
She'd always been a dreamer. From the day she was born. Even though she'd been the born part of a large litter, merely one out of a staggering twelve, and a middle child to boot, Mbawa had remain a dreamer. It was true she wasn't the best huntress out of the litter; she wasn't even the prettiest out of her sibblings. She had no real good points that made her better than the rest of her sibblings, and yet she remain a dreamer.
That was probably why her parents had not been surprised the day the young adult had left their side, claiming her need to roam the world... to roam free and find her place. While she was happy, even now, after a few moons from her departure, she had hardly as much time to dream as she once had. She wanted love, she wanted change, she wanted to experience life and everything in it.
With a sigh, the female lifted her gaze to the clouds as she trotted on.
Nyota would have been perfectly fine if others just left him alone. Sure, he loved his family like anyone supposed he should, even if he only seemed to tolerate them with a grain of salt, and he didn't roam more than a day's walk from where he had last seen any of them out of favor to his mother, as he didn't think she would much appreciate his dissappearing off the face of he planet. Still, he was never one to participate in happy family gatherings or to wish he was the center of attention.
Quite the contrary, he would have been happy if everyone had just bloody well left him alone. He enjoyed silence and peace, he liked to listen to nature and find nothing there to disturb his thoughts. He hadn't come from an overly large litter as far as wild dogs were concerned, but there had been enough siblings with him while he was growing up to make him cherish the little time he got while he was alone.
Like today.
He had managed to find a large tree, at least large for this area of the savannah, with branches that spread fine leaves to block the son. Beneath the tree, nestled into gnarly roots, was a cool stone just large enough for a full grown wild dog to curl up on in peace. The slightly rough surface was cold against his fur, and his eyes were shut in the pure bliss of the comfort it offered. Yes, peace was a grand thing.
Sadly enough for Nyota, Mbawa had decided that the far off tree in the distance looked rather enticing after a whole day under the savannah sun. In fact, it looked like the perfect place to lay down to enjoy a romantic sunset (or... it would have been romantic if she'd been acompaiged by a male... which she was currently lacking). Thus so needless to say, she was happily surprised to see that someone had been ocupying the tree before she'd gotten there.
With a happy bounce in her step, the female reached the tree without so much as an ounce of shame and flopped herself down by the male, "I see you too have decided this is the best place to enjoy the sunset from! I could't have agreed more!" The girl then happily leaned her head against the male's side as if she'd known him her whole life
It was quite the surprise to him when he heard chirping words in his ear and felt a head leaned against his stomach. At first, he assumed that perhaps one of his sisters had simply found him and decided to bother him, but after a moment he realized that no, in fact, the scent didn't seem quite right at all. A grimace formed on his mug and he lifted his head to stare down at a figure he hadn't seen once before in his entire life.
"I was not actually here to enjoy the sunset at all, I was here to sleep before someone woke me up," he grumped, shifting a little in an attempt to roll her head off of his side. He didn't want to flat out push her off, because that would be rude, so he just fixed his gaze on her and stared. Stared hard.
The female picked up her head, her ears perking up in innocent surprise; she either did not get that he wanted her gone, or she was doing an awefuly great job at ignoring the fact. It was hard to tell, "Really? Well, the sunset is beautiful!" she insisted, looking perfectly innocent in her claim, "You SHOULD watch it! It's worthwhile, sir!" with a nod of her head, the dog allowed her eyes to stray off to where she was sure the sunset would commence.
...In a few hours anyhow.
Her ears lowered a notch as she realised that she would probably had to wait a long time for it to start. It was clear she hadn't thought this out all that well. She shuffled and moved a bit, shifting till she was laying a bit more comfortably against him when he twitched, "Well, we could talk till
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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 3:21 pm
He groaned lightly at her as it became painfully obvious that not even his grumping was going to deter her. What was it about happy wild dogs that made them oblivious to the unhappiness of others? That just seemed.. ridiculous. "Why on earth would I bother watching the sunset? Sunsets all look the same, you know." He sighed and rolled his eyes at her, hoping that if he made his objections a little more obvious, she might pick up on his hints.
As she shifted to lay against him, he frowned, his brows creasing down into a 'v'. He rolled over onto his side a little, so that his back was more to her, though it did nothing to get rid of how close they were. He still didn't have the heart to just shove her away. "What could we possibly talk about for the hours it's going to take for this sunset I don't even want to watch to start?" his tone was irritated by now, and only growing more so with the more chipper she became.
Indeed. Not only was his grumping not deterring her, but it was encouraging her; she figured he was grumpy because he'd been alone and surely he simply needed something to smile and be happy for! She would very happily provide him a reason to smile about. Mbawa was sure she could pull of such a feat.
She was entirely oblivious of the fact she was not wanted there. Either that or she was in denial.
Her head tilted to the side then, "You're wrong. There are no two sunsets that are the same! Besides, it's not about THE sunset. It's about the feeling that it leaves behind! It's pleasent," she nodded her head, as if all this made perfect sense in her mind. She was obviously not picking up on the hinting if the wagging of her tail was any indication. Amazingly enough, she pondered his question over for a moment, her paw reaching up to tap her muzzle, "Uuuuh.... well, we could start by introducing ourselves? My name is Mbawa!" then as if it were the most normal of things in the world, she smiled, "I think I really like you!"
"The sunset doesn't leave behind anything for me, except darkness. I guess maybe it leaves peace too, because that's when mostly everyone decides it's time to to bed and stops bugging me," he commented dryly, rolling his eyes over his shoulder to look at her. If he had known what was going on in her little head he would have flat out told her that no, he was not lonely, that no, he did not need anyone to talk to, that he simply wanted peace. He was grumpy because he wanted peace! Peace and quiet!
"Mbawa, is it?" he said, half thinking to tell her his name was 'piss off'. He sighed, however, because he knew his mother probably wouldn't appreciate him acting that way and furthermore it just wasn't in him to be rude. "My name is Nyota," he muttered. At her next proclamation, he rolled back over a bit to stare at her, really stare her in the eyes, just to see if she'd gone bloody bonkers. "Yeah, uh, sure."
Oh, but sadly, poor Nyota had no way to look into the girl's brain, and even if he had, it was likely the girl would have attatched herself to him regardless. She looked to be the type of girl that could not understand a 'no' for an answer unless flat out told, and even if flat out told, might still fight it, "That's pretty pesimistic!" she told him as she blinked, "I think that the sunset is just the sun that gone to sleep. Plus, in a more practical sort of way, it allows for easier hunting! There's always a good side to everything. People are just too busy to notice it!" it seemed poor Nyota had stumbled upon his oposite; an optimist by nature.
"Yep!" she chirped happily, her tail wagging behind her once more; one had to wonder how the girl even managed to survive in the wild all alone. She looked like the type that would chat up her meal and be unable to eat it later. As the male stared, the girl tilted her head to one side and then leaned forward to staaaaaare right back, "What."
He frowned at her words, narrowing his eyes lightly at her. He had thought his words were rather optimistic, at least for him. He looked forward to night, because it meant everyone went to sleep and left him alone. That was him looking forward to something, that made him kind of an optimist? Right? Maybe not. "Maybe it is," he said with a shrug, "but if that's what it takes to make everyone stop chattering at me so I can get some decent sleep." He didn't think that hint was even going to take hold, so he just shrugged it off. He could probably insult her to her face without her realizing it.
As she leaned forward, staring so oddly, he leaned back until he flopped back down again, sighing irritably. "Look, I'm tired. Can't I just get some sleep?" He really did just want a freaking nap, and had been trying until she bopped up to bother him. "I'll watch the bloody sunset with you when I wake up or whatever, ok?"
"Huh," she said as she tilted her head, but seemed to think twice and closed her mouth, pondering something or other as she waggled her tail slightly, rithmicaly. Somehow, the idea of someone that wanted to be 'left alone' was strange to her, to the point she could not only not understand, but wanted to retify it. If she'd not been fascinated before (for whaetver reason!) she sure as hell was now.
Again, she took the time to concider his words before smiling wide, "Okay!" it was clear, however, that she was going to stay right there; in fact, as he lay down, she curled up at his side, tcuking her head over her paws, her tail curling over her form. She was happy in the knowledge she'd later watch the sunset with him.
He sighed softly at her chipper attitude and the way she said it, but lay himself back down, resting his head upon his paws. He could feel her warmth right there beside him, her breathing in his ears - it was something he hadn't experienced since he was a pup staying in his mother's den. It was strange, and though he wasn't very appreciate of company, he supposed it wasn't all bad when she wasn't speaking.
Somewhere, deep down, however, he didn't think she had the ability remain silent very long and even as he closed his eyes in an attempt to fall back asleep, some part of him didn't think it was going to be a very long nap.
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