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 Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 4:50 pm
AIM LOG: Lithia Brandon & _ p a o cx Hitilafu hadn’t been allowed to leave her father’s sight before. Truly, she knew it was for her own protection. She was frail, a lot weaker than all the other lions her dad told her about. She could get hurt. She was sick, constantly sick, and he was keeping her healthy. If she left him, she might get ill and she would be in real trouble then. And he would be sore at her. She loved her father, but he was so distant, and tried so hard to look like he didn’t care. She knew he did. And she loved him dearly for it.
Still, it was nice that he was so busy with this new business he had gotten involved in. She didn’t know what it was, by they traveled a lot and she was happy to be with just him. Her siblings were back in their old him, with her half-siblings and her mother. She missed them, but somehow felt special because she had been the one her father picked to take with him.
Now she was alone, and she dared leave the den he had found them to explore a little bit around the rogue lands he had settled into. Everything was new and strange, and she sniffed at everything, fascinated and inexpressibly happy. She hoped he didn’t come back too soon, though she was used to him being away for hours on end. She would have to be back in the den before that.Tarik, having grown accustomed to the weather in the Savannah (though he still wasn't a fan of the heat), was once again traveling by paw. The weight of his wings still kept him from flying in the sky for too long, so to conserve his energy he'd taken to walking instead. The god, now in his adolescence, had of course hidden his identity as a deity so as not to draw attention. To the mortal eye he looked like an oversized, white-pelted lion with blue eyes and tribal markings scattered in several places on his body. After a few hours of walking the large lion finally decided to take a break, eyes scanning the land before him as he let out an exhausted sigh. "Breaks are a good thing.." he mused as he lay down on his side, closing his eyes in hopes of taking a short, much-needed nap.Hitilafu heard something coming, naturally careful from her overprotective father telling her to constantly be on the look out for danger, and she looked around. Her first instinct wasn’t fear, though she knew it was supposed to be. She padded toward the sounds, peering through a bush and she blinked. She hadn’t seen a lion other than her father and the few he had introduced her to before. On her own, it was a lot different.
She moved toward him, hearing him speak and thinking it was to him. She sniffed at his tail carefully, leaning her head as far forward as she could so she didn’t have to get her body too close. She was crouched down, ears back, but smiling excitedly.
He wasn’t looking at her, so she got closer. She sniffed as his tail some more, fascinated. And then she sneezed.The large lion's eyes flew open at the sneeze, and it was just natural instinct that moved his body (as he was a little too tired to really be thinking at the moment). His pale blue eyes landed on the body of a little cub, and the angry look on his face softened slightly. To frustration, then down to annoyance. Tarik heaved a sigh and took a seat, wrapping his tail around the base of his body as he eyed the cub. "Well?" he started, voice a lot more boom-y than a normal lion's ought to have been. He was, of course, doing it on purpose to scare some sense into the cub. "Did you need something? Or is sniffing a possibly hostile stranger's tail just a fun hobby of yours?" He narrowed his eyes down at her, not quite glaring, but obviously not at all pleased with her company.Hitilafu shrank back into herself, but didn’t leap away. She stayed her ground, watching the lion with large eyes. She didn’t looked scared, per se, but she looked interested. She smiled at him, moving forward when he spoke. Clearly any lion that spoke to her was a friend, and she didn’t have to worry about her father’s warnings. He didn’t look mean, anyway, even though he looked irritated.
His attempt to scare her didn’t work, considering she heard very few voices and this one didn’t strike her as odd. They all sounded odd to her.
“I didn’t think you were hos… hostile? Whatever that is. I didn’t mean to wake you up though. I’ve never seen a lion like you before! You’re not the same as my daddy. He’s bigger and a different color. He wouldn’t like me talking to you, but I don’t get to talk to anyone. I want to.”
She smiled, purring, eyes bright and ears perked, “my name is Hitilafu! Daddy calls me Hit or Daughter. What’s your name?”
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 4:53 pm
Tarik raised a brow at the strange cub, not really bothered by the fact that she wasn't scared. She probably would've been if he started chasing her or something, with his jaws wide open and ready for some food.. but he was no cannibal, so she needn't worry about that. "Hostile, basically means an intent to hurt one in some way. I'm not at the moment, but it's a word you ought to know when you wandering these open lands." His voice was normal now, somewhat. It wasn't boom-y anymore, anyway.
Strange, perhaps because her father was equally as strange? What sort of parent forbids their cub from speaking to someone else anyhow? That's going a bit too far, even if it is to keep your daughter safe. It wasn't his business though, so he kept his opinion to himself.
"My name isn't any of your concern," was his answer to her last question. "Are you so eager to disobey your father? I mean, if he saw you now he would scold you, am I right? Is exploring these boring rogue lands such an exciting thing that it's worth the trouble?"
Hit nodded, taking a mental note. Hostile sounded a lot like her dad when he saw a stranger get too close to the den. She didn’t like it when he was mad, so she would keep a look out for other people like that, now that she knew. She flicked her tail, tilting her head curiously.
“You don’t have a name? Or you don’t want to tell me? I understand. Daddy doesn’t let me tell my name to anyone, either. Maybe your daddy doesn’t let you? But that’s okay, I can just call you Lion! Mister Lion.”
She frowned at his question.
“No. That’s not right. I don’t want to disobey Daddy but… he doesn’t let me do anything… he’s not here right now, and he won’t know… I’ve never been outside on my own before. So everything is exciting!”
"Then it's the same thing," he replied, eyes leaving the cub's figure for a second to look around. Not that he was worried about running into the father, since he could easily escape or stand his ground if need be, but he just wasn't in the mood to deal with yet another mortal. One, even one such as a small cub like Hit, was enough to irritate him for a good amount of time. "It's possible that he's already out searching for you."
It was something he couldn't relate too, having naggy parents. He'd never met his own parents, so he couldn't pass on a bit of 'wisdom' and then leave. "And about my name, I simply mean that it wouldn't benefit either of us if you knew. But all the same I've never heard of such strict parents before. Still, it isn't right to disobey them. Not that it really concerns me, but I do like my privacy, cub. So, since it would benefit the both of us if you ran along home, you ought to do that. Besides, you'll learn quickly, if you're alone, that these lands aren't nearly as exciting as you think they are."
He lifted his head to have a look around again, to see if her father really was nearby. It'd be one way to get her off his hands, anyhow.
“No, he’s doing things for his new friends. He always leaves me in the den for a while, with food and stuff. He says I’m a good girl if I stay there, and I know I am, but I didn’t want to be there anymore. I wanted to see outside. I guess I’m a bad girl,” she looked a bit depressed by this idea, but she knew inside she was right. She needed to see new things, whether her dad liked it or not. Didn’t she? What could possibly be so wrong with the world that she had be hidden from it?
“I think,” she said, padding up to him and giving him the biggest, brightest smile she was capable of, “I think everything is a lot more exciting that you’re letting it be.”
She didn’t know if she was being profound or not. It wasn’t her goal, afterall. She just thought it was right, and she looked up at him with her deep green eyes. She could see he wasn’t liking her much. Maybe she should go back to her den. Her smiled faded, but only slightly.
“I can go home. I don’t mean to be bad.”
Optimism. Once again the cub finds a topic that Tarik couldn't grasp, let alone relate too. He gave something of a disgruntled snort before he lifted his gaze (yet again) to see if her father was nearby and in search. When he still didn't see a larger lion wandering about, he glanced down at the cub and sighed. As cold as he was, since he was stuck with a cub for a while there'd be no point in depressing her. It was one thing, to bring down an adult's mood, but an innocent cub...was a little different. Somewhat..
"If you think about it, cub, I'm thinking about your well-being to some degree," he started, as though trying to cheer her up. "I don't see your father around, however, and one so young and inexperienced shouldn't be out traveling on their own." At these words he stood and walked toward Hit. "I could accompany you back, if you'd like."
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 4:55 pm
Hit was beaming again in moments.
“That’s nice of you!” She bounced forward and curled around his leg, turning herself around and walking right beside him, leading the way with her head craned back so she could look at him. She stumbled a couple of times because she wasn’t looking where she was going, but she didn’t seem to mind. She just picked herself up and kept walking.
“It’s not that far. It’s right there,” she pointed to a den a little distance off. She really hadn’t wandered too far, just in case. Though, it seemed like the world to her, “daddy might come back soon. I guess it is better if I’m there and not out here. But thank you for being nice! You didn’t have to be, and you don’t look like you want to, but I think you’re a good lion.” She purred and rubbed his leg before bouncing toward the den.
The large lion followed after the faltering cub, amused by her constant fumbling (though you'd never be able to tell by just looking at his expression). His eyes then followed to where she'd pointed with her paw, and he shook his head. The den really wasn't far after all, which made it all the more convenient for him. It meant that he could that much sooner. "You should be careful where you step, cub, else you'll get a serious injury in the future." Tarik almost flinched when she rubbed against his leg for a second time (the first time he simply brushed it off), then he watched her bounce off on her own. The adolescent heaved a sigh and followed after her, keeping his eyes open in case the father showed. It wasn't an easy situation to explain to such an overbearing parent, and he'd like to avoid it if possible.
He took a seat once he was at the mouth of the little den. "What you said earlier, by the way," he said, thinking back to moments before she'd run off again. "It wasn't about being nice or not. I simply didn't want to be the one to blame in case something did happen to you. I have plenty of time to spare, anyway, so a small detour isn't a problem."
“Well,” Hit said, padding around the den aimlessly for a moment before plopping onto a bed that had been carefully made for her by her protective, albeit aloof and grumpy, father. He took great care of her, though he did his absolute best not to show her any affection.
“Even if you don’t want it to be nice, you still are. I guess you just don’t have to think about it!” she grinned at him, then yawned, as if all this new activity had already managed to wear the young thing out. She curled her paws around her, looking up at him from them.
“Thank you for making sure I was okay!”
He watched the little cub get comfortable, raising a brow at her words. He'd never been called 'nice' before, so the idea of him actually being capable of such a thing was a bit strange. Coming from a cub, though, it didn't seem like too much of a bad thing. When she gave a large yawn Tarik stood and gave her a small nod to acknowledge her thanks. At that he turned and started to walk off, hid mind still thinking on what she'd said. And without even thinking about it, he plopped down only a few meters away from the den and lay back down. Tired as he was, he didn't close his eyes, and instead focused on listening to his surroundings. His mind was still reeling over this concept of being 'nice'.. and after another minute or two of giving it some though a tiny small tugged at the corners of his maw. Coming from a cub, it really wasn't all that bad..
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