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 Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:04 pm
Wandering quietly she crept into the lands. She made herself plainly seen as she didnt want to be mistaken as a threat. Though she appeared as her mortal self, she didnt want it whispered that there was a goddess about the lands in the mortal plain.
These where the lands of the neighboring lions to the pride she had chosen to make her home for the time being. She wanted to see if most prides where the same, or what made them different. Snippets of conversation she had heard told her that she should be safe enough, at least she hoped she could trust those rumors. If she had chosen wrongly all her hard work might have been for nothing and she would have to reveal herself.
"hello?" she called out into the lands for any ears that might be listening.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:12 pm
The cool air up here was a blessing from the savanna but the sun wasn't any less harsh. Thankfully with the mountains near them the sun disappeared earlier and gave him more of a chance to venture out of the caverns he and his kind called home now.
Stretching and letting out a low rumble of a yawn he paused at the mouth of one of the lower caverns. Shaking his mane out he let his eyes adjust to the difference in lighting as a voice registered in his ears.
"Hm... Greetings." he smiled at the stranger.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:17 pm
Blue eyes rested on the white lion that seemed to materialize before her. It was then she noted the darkness behind him and the cavern he had come from. She smiled back at him, he didnt try to attack her out right that in itself was a good sign.
"Greetings!" she replied back in a plesent tone. "I'm new to these lands in this area.. I've come to call the Aali'makabila my home. I know I'm in your lands but... I wanted to see what your pride was about as we are close by. I really dont want to be a bother, I'm just trying to learn about the area and one can never base fact on rumors from wagging tongues." She was blathering she knew, but she couldnt find the right words to make her request sound any less foolish.
That and it seemed to play into the part of a young lioness new to the lands, one that wasnt settled in her place yet. One with curiosity that could land her in trouble.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:24 pm
He chuckled softly as he headed down from the cavern so he wasn't standing above her. She didn't look like one of those he knew lived in the mountains so perhaps she had been born elsewhere. "you shouldn't disavow those rumors either though. They deserve to be heard just as much as anything else and some times they are even the truth" Rumors often had a basis in fact somewhere.
"My name is Arifu'Hadithi, it's a pleasure to meet you." He bowed his head slightly in greeting to her. "What my pride is about hm? That could be a complicated thing to tell. Simply put we are about stories"
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:30 pm
Yepa tried to hide her sudden intrest. It wasnt the fact that the pride was based on stories, it was the fact that this pride was so vastly different than the pride she had chosen. The fact that they lived so closely together but the entire basis of the pride was so vastly different.
"Stories?" she asked him after a moments pause to regain her composure. "That sounds very interesting. It's so very nice to meet you Arifu'Hadithi. My name is Yepa." She had used her real name, figuring no one would place all the pieces together. Though she now wondered if that was an error. What sort of stories did they tell here?
"Keepers of the stories or creators of new ones?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:34 pm
"Both." He nodded with a smile. "Everyone creates new stories with everything they do. We are creating a new story by taking for example." Meeting others was one of his favorite ways to create stories in his opinion. It always offered so many different options.
"But aside from everyone's role in creating them we also collect them. Each story should have a chance to live it's life and to do that it must be told." They were still inscribing stories onto the walls of their new home so that nothing was lost if they could help it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:41 pm
It was an almost romantic scholoarly idea. That each life, each moment had its own story. It wan almost comforting, and yet scary at the same time. Where you the hero or the villan? Was that in the eye of the lion or was that in the way the story was recorded?
"Well that is a very interesting ideal. Even if I am a minor player its neat to think that I am in a story, even now in meeting you. " she chuckled a bit as she quietly surveyed the lands riddled caverns. "But who chooses what stories are worth keeping and recording? Surely just a chance meeting talking about general things is useless to pass on. No real knowlage obtained."
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:53 pm
"A small roll? Never." He laughed. "You are the lead player in your own story. One that will continue on when your children speak of your and your grandchildren do." That is how one became immortal. You touched enough lives that none would forget you.
"Every story is worth keeping. Whether real or fiction. Each one deserves to live just as much as your or i deserve to."
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 4:59 pm
Yepa considered his words, this pride was very meaningful when you sat back and listened to what they had to say. It wasnt just a bunch of lions sitting about lazily and telling eachothers stories. They where watchful, observant and doubtless had wonderful memories to be able to tell the stories later and also keep them going.
"That is very wise." she said at length. She was her own player eh? Well she doubted that she would forget this meeting any time soon. "So you even keep made up stories?" she smiled a bit. Idally she wondered if they had any about her already, but she kept her tongue. Now was not the time to ask such questions. And depending on perspective she may not like what was said. Winter could be harsh.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 5:04 pm
"Even the made up stories deserve a life. How else would we find cute stories to tell children when they go to bed?" He smiled. "Life so often does not end up as happy as some stories would lead you to believe"
He and his pride and learned that lesson themselves. He knew they would never be the same but they could still thrive.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 5:11 pm
Her tail flicked a little as she nodded, his words where true. Life often times was harsh, cubs would be slaughterd before they had a chance at life, famien would run rampent and kill out whole prides. Still it was nice to have the stories, some could provide a small amount of hope to keep one going.
"So do you send lions out into the savannah to collect stories from all around or do you just wait for wandering souls such as myself to weave our stories in with your own?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 5:15 pm
"There are those of us who travel the savanna to gather stories and return here every so often to tell us so we can record them." He nodded at her question. He had never been one of those sorts preferring himself to stay with the pride and listen to what was brought back.
"We would not miss any opportunity to gather stories."
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 5:27 pm
Any oportunity to gather stories hm. She smiled at him as she sat back against the stone and rocks that littered the ground. "No story left untold." She wondered, maybe this could be her way to leave a story of her own. One that she wouldnt be seen as the villan, or a powerful force of nature.
"I have a story for you. One you probably havent heard before. Its one my mother told me when I was very young. Would you be interested? I'm not sure of the truth of it all, but as you said even the fictonal stories have a place."
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 5:30 pm
"I would of course be interested." He sat down and made himself comfortable so he could listen to her story. He would never pass up the chance to learn something new and this seemed like a good chance. The lions of the neighboring prides were interesting and if this one felt at home there, well she had to be interesting too.
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Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2009 5:46 pm
She smiled brightly and nodded. "Alright then. I will see if I can recall it correctly for you." She sat back and gave a small sigh.
"A long time ago, when the world was new and the gods blossomed forth with each wish and believer, the savannah was a hot and terrable place. Even more so than it is now. No matter how much rain fell the the heat just drew it all up into the air again. Snow and ice would grace the mountains but wouldnt stay for very long.
We might thing this as a wonderful thing, to not be cold, but the truth of the matter is it is needed. With out the chaning of the seasons the world stays too hot and everything is thrown off balance. It was then the lions began wishing for the cold winds and the Goddess of winter was born into the world.
Her season lets the rains stay to replenish the lands and the snows to stay on the mountain tops so later on when they thaw the mountain springs are cold and refreshing. Many think her cruel because her time of the year chases away the prey beasts and many had died, but its all the cycle of the world."
She shruged her shoulders a little, now it was time for the fictional stuff. "One day the goddess came down to start her season, but the lions didnt want her to stay. They sent someone up to the tallest mountain to speak with her but they never made it to the top, another victim.
The goddess was heart broken when she realized that those whom she was trying to protect and to save cried out against her so. So much time had passed that over the generations they had forgotten what the times where like when the world was new. Those stories had been forgotten and now they all disliked the winter time greatly.
No matter how the lioness tried to explain they met her with frowns and hate. They didnt like to be cold, and hunting was often lean. Many familys and prides blamed her and began to turn their backs on her. The goddess began to fade. Most still believed in her, but they did so with a gruding dislike of her presance. The kind goddess was made out to be ther murder of families.
It is because of this that the goddess began to leave the world again, leaving the mortals to the high heats again. They didnt want her around, so she would leave them be. She watched from the heavens but what she saw pained her more than she had imagined, more than their scornful words.
She watched as again the world baked. They called for her cool winds to grace them but she provided none. She wanted them to keep this lession this time. Not out of scorn but because she wanted the children of the world to understand. She doesnt come to the them out of spite or malice. She simply is.
Eventually she returned to the lands again, a mild winter season followed to give her children a chance to recover and become healthy. A gift for their understanding. This in part is why it is rumored the goddess will leave the mortal world behind in the high heats of summer, so that the mortals will always remember when they wish for the cool breath of winter."
It wasnt much of a story, one she had come up with on the top of her head but she hoped that the mesage was clear enough.
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