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 Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 10:28 am
 He was off! At this early age, he was wandering around by himself, attempting to sniff out his father, and figure out which direction he went. Nose pressed to the ground, the little hybrid sniffed and then sneezed, getting dirt way to up his nose for his liking. He pawed at it and then sighed, looking to the high sun that was slowly sinking. Orophin had been walking all day and hadn't come across one other animal. Not a lion, a bird, nothing.
Bored out of his mind, Orophin stopped in the middle of the path and huffed heavily, little chest puffing out. "Maybe I should have stayed with mother," he said after a moment. But, he was to far away to go back and find her. Tail flicking back and forth, he'd think on what to do.
Mother was the opposite direction, along with all of his siblings, and now he was lost beyond all words. "Lost doesn't begin to describe it! ARGH! Is there NO ONE around?" he asked no one, practically screaming. He hated being alone. He hated wandering like this. His paws were hurting, he was dirty and he wanted someone to groom him, to feed him, and to sleep next to him. He was hungry, living off of bugs and what bones he could find from others kills. "Should have stayed with momma, but noooo. I had to go and find daddy." He was angry at himself more than anything else.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 9:33 pm
Was.
Gnarlacious!
Although the God wasn't always so keen on coming up to the mainland, Juuku had his guilty pleasure of doing so. Unlike the assortment of strange delictables that dotted the coastline with its varieties of tastes and textures, it would seem that the jackpot of bodacious grind and grub was found out in the boondocks, the recesses of the land of grass and dirt. The large in stature, stocky male had never grown accustomed to the prickly, strange sensation of grass underpaw and the feeling of rocky, tumultious ground but a dude had to endure discomfort and a little bit of pain to be able to secure a rockin' prize, 'cha? Well of course! It seemed common knowledge to some that Gods didn't require to eat or drink like mortals did- it was only the constant belief of mortals paying tribute or respect ot their domain which was enough to satisfy any cravings or desire for food within any immortal. But as for Juuku, that was far from the case- he was forever plauged by the munchies. Whether it was a need to feed from working hard in causing the wicked waves and swells to seize the shore or causing the currents to bring in nutrition and sustenance to the ocean dwellers, hard work deserved a snack or, in this case, a smorgasboard of food! From little minnows, to crabs, shrimp or whatever he could get his paws on, Juuku was a food junkie. Although when it came to sweets, he was helpless. Those rockin' fruits and strange canes filled with succulent sugar were irresistable! It was no wonder, nor hard to decipher, that the God was massive. Often the claim was that he was big boned, which was a valid statement, yet his figure was certainly somewhat filled due to the plethora of options that tantalized his maw.
And thus, the God lumbered. Held within his maw was strange netting, the ones he had seen those two legged creatures flinging about wildly into the sea, which held a wild assortment of newfound goodies. But his intentions weren't for a late night rendevouz of food and mouth, no- tonight he was due to surprise his mate with a few treats. Somewhere within the cogs of his mind he had planned it all out and it was destined to be totally sweet! A little late night snack, talking, talking, talking more snacking and then hopefully he could actually surprise her with the gift he had so maticulously crafted together!
It was a gift so secret that Juuku often forgot what it was- the less he remembered it the better he could surprise Pele, right?
Most definitely!
A lopsided grin stretched broad across his maw, his rather odd tail swaying behind him as he put a little bounce in each step. He hummed to himself, a simple tune while his wings fluttered slightly. Already he could feel the thrill and epic suspense simply coursing through his veins! Tonight would be the night where he would-
Be lost?
Wait. No. Noooo. That's totally wasn't what he was thinking!
The God stopped in his tracks as he blinked, glancing around. Was that voice in his head resurfacing again? Granted it had been a while, and a major bummer, since he and his conscience had last spoken but Juuku was quite sure that this wasn't his conscience. While the sack of fruit hung within his maw, the large God tucked his wings close to his stocky frame as he continued slowly, stepping with a carefree manner and a dance in each movement. The great mystery of who had spoken seemed to unravel quickly as a small figure came into view along with an unsettling, riled wave of bad juju and despair seemed to consume the rather small grommet. Juuku knitted his brows slightly, lips pursing with a small frown. Bummer! Seems like the little dude was lost, 'cha? And with the blues swelling about it seemed that something was totally not kosher.
Blinking as the small wings near his head fluttered, Juuku put on his best, friendly, warm smile and proceeded.
"Why the long face, dude?" He called out, although his voice was somewhat muffled by the rope held between his teeth. "Yer' toooooootally lookin' a little blue 'round the gills fer suuuuuure and yer' juju is like tankin', little dude." Juuku tilted his head, a worried expression defining itself across his face as he promptly sat upon his haunches and seated himself down.
"What's gives, bro?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 9:52 pm
Just as he was about to say something else, his thoughts were interrupted by a bunch of psycho babble. The cubs red eyes flicked to the sound and spotted a huge.... thing near him. What in the words was this lion? He had so much wrong with him from what the little Leotah had seen. Scrambling back until he was a comfortable distance away, he attempted to take in the God's image, but couldn't quite get passed the colors on him, and all the markings and stuff. STUFF. That was the only word to describe this weird creature.
"Uuuhm.. What did you say?" he asked, wrinkling his nose a tad as his voice cracked in fear. Huffing at that, he frowned and then pawed at his face a little, finally deciphering what the other was saying. "You talk funny for asking questions, ah... dude?" Ok, he wouldn't get used to that, would he? Probably not. If he was lucky, Orophin could get out of this fairly quickly.
"Well.. What's wrong is like... I'm lost, hungry, and I want my daddy..." He said honestly. A cub couldn't lie or anything. At least not him. He wasn't old enough to be wandering out on his own, yet here he was. "Bugs are good and everything, but I'm really, really, really hungry. HEY. You look big and strong and pretty. Do you have anything to eat? Can you hunt for me?"
So much for being scared. This guy, however weird he was, was much bigger than the leotah male. Hunting would be no problem for him, right? Right. "You could share your kill with me?" Though, he did just get off his mother's milk before he left. He made sure he could eat solid foods and a bit of raw meat. Orophin knew what he was doing. Sometimes. If he thought about it hard enough. Where was his father anyway? That made him stop and think.
"Do you know if I'm going the right way to find my daddy? He's a leopard.. he's blue and white like my markings." The cub didn't even know if his father was in a pride or not. He knew nothing of his dad other than what breed he was and what colors. "I miss my momma..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 11:17 pm
So many questions seemed to suddeny spew from the little grommets maw that Juuku himself was finding his head spinning in mondo confusion!
Blinking for several minutes as the cub rambled, the God tilted his head slightly as the bag of fruits swayed within his maw. His eyes widend slightly although an unphased, warm although goofy grin still remained plastered on his maw. "Whoooooa, easy dude, I seriously can't keep up when you're talkin' a mile a minute, 'cha?"
A rumble of laughter emitted from the large males chest as he lowered his head down, dropping the netted bag of fruit onto the ground before the cogs of his mind could catch up with the pressing scenario. Gaping his large maw open, Juuku stretched his jaws out slightly and wriggled his muzzle before a loud clop sounded as his maw closed, pearly whites bared as he grinned. "Aw, dude, you need to hang out near the ocean a bit more an' loosen up. Yer' a little tense, ya' know?" As for his jargon and rather strange diction, Juuku had heard it all before although the more people made note of such a thing it did little in solving the communication problem. The God was riddled in slang, easy, general terminology that saturated his everyday life as well as those around him. It seemed that whenever he braved the mainland that his jargon often confused the fur off others! He coudn't help it. If to be fair, half the time Juuku didn't even know what others were saying or even talking about- the God was convinced that they were just as confusing as he was!
Mainlanders were totally not in sync with how life was suppose to be lived; carefree, relaxing and one with the waves. That was the key to true happiness.
As the first stage of confusion was lifted, Juuku perked his ears attentively. So the little grommet dude was lost? Hmm. Juuku's brows knitted slightly as his odd tail thumped upon the hard packed ground underfoot, lips pursing as he looked toward the rather peculiar dude. For a moment he had to think of what exactly this dude was! The concept of hybrids were still rather strange to him and it was only recently that he was well educated in what they were- a talk that one could be certain consisted of 'when a mommy lion and a daddy leopard love each other very much' and ends with 'a leopon is created'. It was rather strange yet it so totally rocked! A mix of lion and leopard? What was next- a cheetah and a leopard? Dude, that was tooooootally too intense! Shaking his head as if to revert his mind back on track from his offside thoughts, the God lowered his head down to eye level with the cub.
"Lost? Oh no little dude! And you're hungry and lookin' for your padre? That's a bummer," Juuku's bottom lip curled slightly, protruding outward as small frown graced his maw.
As for the issue of home and the little dude's father unit, that would take some, and especially more brain power, to decipher but if there was one thing he could cure it was hunger! A more brilliant grin seemed to reappear on his maw with a goofy, lopsided demanor as the God wrapped his tail around the bag beside him, nimble tail loosening the bag to open.
"Well, to be honest little dude, I don't hunt," he explained, glancing to the side as the bag's top floppe downward to the ground, spilling out a round, fleshy orb. "But if yer' totally havin' a case for the munchies then try one of these! It ain' like zebra or that gnarly stuff you eat but it toooootally hits the spot, ya'know?" Zebra and other game were out of his element- he couldn't imagine actually talking to something that he could easily befriend and then sinking his teeth into it the next moment! Although there was guilt still involved with eating crabs, fish and even clams, Juuku's stomach often provoked intense munchie sessions which made the guilt a bit docile. It seemed so much easier to eat things without a face- having to look into those bodaciously sad eyes sometimes on the little shrimp or shiny fish got a bit depressing. Sometimes to the point where Juuku himself felt a little hell munched for eating his way through the sea yet such a thing seemed quickly forgotten when the taste of fresh seafood all but dazzled his tastebuds.
With a flick of his tail, Juuku rolled the round fruit toward the cub and smiled. "Dig in, dude!"
Part one complete! Now it was time for the rather sticky sitch, 'cha? Thoughtfully, his tail flicked behind him while his large wings fluttered and tucked at his sides. Perhaps it was best to start with a simple question- something that was easy and could at least key the God into finding out a bit more about where home and the father unit and mother unit were. Blinking a bit lazily, Juuku yawned.
"Sooooo where's home? 'M sure we can find your parental units, dude! If not then I can keep an' eye on you till then, fer suuuure."
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 6:14 am
The fruit was rolled and more surfer slang was slung his way, only confusing the little leotah cub further. He stopped the fruit with a paw and got comfortable as he sniffed and gave a tentative lick to the skin. Well, that was half stupid. He couldn't know what the flesh of the fruit tasted like from the peel. He looked back up to the bigger lion and let his tail flick a bit more. Orophin was slowly getting used to the other's terms and could figure them out fairly quickly.
"But.. I've never been to the ocean. What's it like? Like the little watering holes?" He asked, becoming a little more open as his maw took a bite out of the juicy fruit. With a purr, he closed his eyes and sighed. He didn't care if it was really dung in water, his stomach was completely empty! Anything would taste good!
It wasn't long before the round thing was devoured and the leotah was licking his paws and whiskers, looking much more relaxed and less scared. "As... for where home is? I.... don't know. I was following a scent I remembered.... I'm... pretty much making it up as I go?" He said, ears lowering a fraction as his brows formed an 'I'm innocent, you can't possibly think this is weird' type of face.
The little cub didn't know that Juuku was a god. He didn't even know there were gods. "..Hey, you look kinda like water and waves. Like when the baby elephants splash around and the water meets the shore? It's kinda pretty..." And those ruby orbs found themselves looking over his big form, taking in the many different aspects to him. His head tilted as he pondered and considered things, figured them out.
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