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 Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2008 11:05 am
"I can see deep into the past, present, and future. It is not something easily explained."
He was still bothered by the words Clotho had told him, with what she was, with what she could do. She was a seer, someone who could see into the past, present, and future. But he still wondered, deeply, why couldn't he do it? If seers were born with gifts like that, then did that mean he was born with this gift? He certainly thought not. In any moment, he could have had a vision- anywhere in his past, he could have had a vision. Nope, nothing. Now, if these seers did exist, how could they tell someone's past or future so easily? Somehow, he expected it to be relatively difficult for someone. Especially her, who made it seem so easy.
She said she could only see small fragments, but she was easily saw into what he was going to do. Only knowing him for a few minutes and she was able to guess, and not to mention predict, what would await him in the future! Did it mean it was true, though? She could have been lying about it, just to freak him out and leave him to ponder on it later.
Like, right now.
Tshila grumbled as he looked up at the sky. So many questions, such less answers. It annoyed him frequently with how may questions he built up on himself, and then no one could answer them or at least help him. Though, that leopardess was one who supplied him with answers. He was a little afraid of leaving his family at the age of a juvenile. Being so young, he was afraid of how he was going to support himself, but he needed to go on this adventure. He needed an adventure. Something to do.
He pawed at the rocks that dappled the ground, flicking his tail back in forth easily. He was trying to find something interesting to do than think about the recent encounter with that leopardess. If he kept thinking about it, he would be driven to meeting her again, and then questioning her about the prediction she made about him.
Right now, he didn't need that.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 9:16 pm
Hak'Zhakuu had found himself at a loss of late. True, he was free again, but he knew not where to go, his pride having moved on from the lands they reigned in before he'd left. He only wanted to find his family...find those who had wronged him, make them pay. Alas for him still being unsure as to just who had called judgement on him, leaving him alone and battered. If only he'd been able to catch the seer-cub...
Ahh but today would not be entirely fruitless. As he breached the top of a small hill and looked down he saw it, though the dark and green of the cub's fur made him blend in rather well. He was just sitting ther, batting some stones about...
Seers were rare, there was no need to become excited, but then who knew. If he wasn't one himself maybe he knew someone who was. Careful to make his approach an open one, giving the boy plenty of time to spot him and react, he descended the hill. Smile amiably, walk upright like you've got nothing to hide...
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 5:22 pm
Tshila, the black and green cub. The cub with many questions, with many rants and raves to blend in with his troubled mind. He wasn't too sure of what answers he would get from anyone. No one answered his questions. The lion that he spotted, however, could be the one to answer the troubled questions he had on his mind. This male he spotted looked like the typical lion; a rogue, with peculiar markings like the rest of the animals he encountered everyday. He wasn't too amazed at how this lion looked, as he looked quite strange himself with his lilac colored eyes, and his strange colors which never blended well.
Normally, he would have become hostile with taunts. He would have insulted the other with such nonsense, the other would have had nothing better to do but to turn around and yell at him. However, he forcefully smiled. A pleasant grin with a sense of both polite and greeting. He flicked his tail casually.
"Hello," he called. "what's your name?" Like a leaf against the wind, his troubled eyes were alight with friendliness. Something he didn't show often, but somehow this lion demanded respect, even from the most crude of creatures.
Sadly, with his quiet voice, he was lucky if the stranger could catch his voice against the wind.
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