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 Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 9:35 pm
Sinbad:
He hadn't eaten that morning...good thing too. While the plan was a fairly decent one- it wasn't an easy one to stomache. He had to be nice... had to pretend that he bought all of this fluff, doodling, and filthy-blooded lions as his own culture. He paused to shudder, then glanced both ways, insuring that no one had seen that.
"Be nice...", he reminded himself. How though? Nice was weakness...his parents had trained every drop of weakness from them since they were cubs. Nice...nice...
Zaphod had been weak! Maybe he was nice too... okay pretend he was a sniveling blue slave. He sneered and started forward once more. First thing was first...get to know the... historian? Doodler? Whatever her rank was. Get to know her. Learn about the lineage of the others in the pride....then seek out the ideal mates for his future cubs.
He smirked, inch by inch relaxing his posture and his stride.
Karana::
Her paw ached, she hadn't had the heart to tell Fia how it happened, not yet, Fia was Kidondo's daughter, and didn't want any conclusions to be made about the new side to the pride's family. She sighed, licked her paw as she lay on a stone slab that lay flat, a little from the slabs where she recorded the past, the history. It ached, bt not as much as her leg, the muscle, it was the muscle that was hte problem. She wondered if it had torn, an not healed, or if it was slowly deteriorating, either way, she hoped someday it would pass. Pass just like this hate that No Name had. What was his name anyway?
Hositlities, arrogance, it seemed to plague him, from where she stood, that and an ego about himself that was so large you could see it from a mile away. She flicked her tail, closed her eyes and her brows scrunched together, she had a pain in her head, that often happened, sometimes, but sometimes with them a little bit of the past would be brought, but they were too vague to decipher. There were more images of the day she awoke, where, in essence, she was reborn. She sprawled out on the slab, letting the sun warm her pelt. What was his name though? What was his name. (end)
Sinbad::
"You should put that in some mud."
Sinbad had padded his way quietly within a few yards of the female, his strong, confident stride slowing to a more casual walk.
"And keep working it. Probibly just a bruise. Gotta walk that kinda stuff off or it'll just take longer to heal."
Karana::
She wasn't paying attention as he approached, she was trying to remember. She felt like she could feel the fall, the rumble, everything moving in reverse, speaking, something spoken between who, dark blurred figures and- "What?" she spoke aloud, his voice interrupting her feeble attempt of capturing a lost memory. She sighed and shook her head, looked to her paw, and at him. She wanted to ask why he even cared, after what was done, she looked to his forearm, at least she hadn't hurt him too badly either, "I can only do so much on it at once, its on the same side as my leg," she didn't say bad leg, it was merely implied.
She shifted herself to watch him, a smile had im today, no smirk, ineresting, but...why? Did he listen, did it sink in, did he finally understand? "What are you doing this far out No Name, I thought you didn't like ...scribbles," she laid her head on her paws and watched him...had he changed, at least a little?
Sinbad::
"Your leg's probibly the same way. Or a deep set scar. If you don't work the muscles they'll never strengthen and you'll limp like that for the rest of your life. Easy pickins for a hungry rogue if you don't watch your back." He, again, ignored her subtle inquiry for his name. This game wasn't one he was so willing to lose. Or pretend to lose, rather.
"Just needed to get some air, clear my head." He shrugged, "That so bad?"
Karana::
"I think it is more than that now," she watched im, looked to her leg where a feint line was in her fur form where the gash was committed against her, though the muscle looked like it had almost sunken in, and her eyes softened, not with understanding, or reasurance of his behavior, but of realization that this could still become worse. "I don't know if the muscle was torn, and never healed right...we will see, I soak it often as I can, and I am able to be the Historian rather than strain it more when hunting, it makes me slower ufortunately."
Air, he needed, air? Did he breath in some strange fumes that mad him, somewhat decent? It ingtrgued ehr again, just as his eyes did, "So, jsut for a walk No Name? No hunt today, no fights to pick?"
Sinbad::
"Guh... you need to work it more. You've been keeping off of it. What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. IF you work through it." He stepped over and sniffed lightly at the scar. "Claws I assume? Yeah it's deep, but it can be healed. Come on, get on your feet."
He turned himself sharply, not waiting for an answer, and padded back the way he'd come.
Karana::
Karana wanted to protest, defend herself, though as he came near her, inspected it, with a caring notion, she couldn't think of anything to say to protest his words, she nodded at his question though, a somewhat sad expression in her eyes, "This was the only one that shows," she wasn't lucky enough to go through that abttle without having more than one strike against her. As he made a suggesting, more like a demand, she opened her mouth and watched as he was expectant, but not how he was before. Why was he, she didn't understand, but it was different, no ill-tension between them.
She stood, and walked after him, trying to keep herself from limping, almost to prove a point, but it was hard, it ached today, along with her paw, and she grimaced once and hoped he hadn't seen. "Where exactly are we going?" she questioned. (end)
Sinbad::
"Well then you should keep active if there's more. If you learn to defend yourself right you won't get anymore." He rolled his eyes, "My old man always told me that the scars are reminders of mistakes, and if you've learned from 'em, you won't get anymore. Makes sense to me."
He didn't slow down. If she wanted to get better, she'd keep on her paws. "We're going on a walk." He said simply, "You know..stretching?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 8:47 pm
Karana: (10:36:33 PM): "I haven't had the need to defend myself though I try, I teach now to another of the pride, who I must take precidence in as well," Fia, Karana had a certain type of love and devotion to little Fia. Flicking her tail Karana sped up her pace to walk next to him. She walked with him, limped slightly, and tried to peer into his eyes. There was something in them, concern, likeness, something that she couldn't place. she smiled at him, and looked forward, where exactly were they headed, any certain destination? "Stretching is good, No Name-" she said with an almost laugh, she'd get his name someday, somehow.
"There's something new about you today, a new air," she said simply, "Seems like even the," she wanted to say former, "a son of the sands, can change, even slightly?" she questioned somewhat, watching him, wanting an answer. "I suppose everyone, from their families, have certain airs about them..."
Sinbad: (10:43:09 PM): "You should know how to defend yourself even if you've not needed to." He rolled his eyes, "Enimies don't discriminate. Whether or not you know how to defend yourself, they'll attack. If you don't know how to fight, you're as good as a wounded gazelle." He glanced over, his sharp eyes unchanging, guarded almost, "And the strong always pick off the weak first."
At her second statement he sighed and looked forward. Change. Change into what? This was what he was, all he knew- but he had always been a decent actor. He could be civil and....even 'nice'. So long as it was worth it to him and his family.
Karana: (10:46:51 PM): "True," she said without question. She had to be prepared, be strong, "I wonder if it was what my famil was like," she wondered sometimes, what her family had been like, but she hadhought of clues that might lead her to the answer, lead her to what had been lsot before. The colors, her strength, her eyes and marking, mimicking some of those seen ehre, even here. Was she from a lost generation, she wasn't sure, and she doubted No Name would know about it.
Flicking her tail, her eyes scanned the area before them, making sure no one else was wadering toof ar out, that no one was sneaking in somehow, "What was he like," she asked, "your father? I have heard stories, but they vary, certain qualities and times can get lost..."
Sinbad: (10:58:16 PM): "Kinda depends when you're talkin' about." He kept his eyes firmly set in front of him. "When I was young....he was strict. We climbed rocks when he learned to walk, fighting amongst eachother was encouraged. Kenna and Azula were rewarded with slaves for their prowess...Afzal and myself were always kind of...there. When my old man got older, he changed... like became an entirely different lion. Soft, weak, feeble...speaking of the pride lands and his lost mate."
He spat on the ground, growled, and pressed on, "Senile old fool."
Karana: (11:01:35 PM): "Though strength can come from other places, I do believe," Karana said with a nod, she tried to remember the nigth where she passed the den of the newly joined twins, they had come from the pridelands, but there was something, different about them. "Pridelands have seemed to spurt strength, proving themselves and their worth, Firekin blood, I think, can run in the veins of hose outside the lands, perhaps through generations, but that fire would be within their inner selves, and could rear up like a cobra, if it came to that.."
His father sounded interesting, but was he going through the same change? "Individual's change, you shouldn't be afraid to be weak, or proud to be strong, but you should not let either of those things take hold of you, rather conquer them," she flicked her tail, slowed her pace a little, her leg ached, but she didn't want to stop.
Sinbad: (11:08:00 PM): "The pridelanders are -weak!'" He roared, turning to face the female, his eyes burning and fangs bared. "They're a clan of runts with thin blood, a weak ruler who believes in the dead guiding the living, and they breed with anyone without checking for strenth and weakness! Over-populated weaklings."
He turned and stormed forward again, his ears flattening into his mane. "Strength comes from strong blood...strong bodies... strong minds. Simple as that."
Karana: (11:10:20 PM): Karana stopped as he turned and faced her, her ears falling back, a look of shock refected in her eyes. Strong blood? She grit her jaw together as he turned from her, adn she ran to come before him, stopped and held her ground. "And what makes strong blood? Strong heritage? And what does that include? Warriors, defenders, kings, gods? What qualifies that you to, huh? I thought strength was to be earned, not necessairly inherited," she knew that with the recent fight with him, it was a bad idea, but her eyes pleaded with his in a type of understanding, not a surrender.
"Strong bodies, they need to be trained, it needs to be taught and learned, you can't be born invincible, not even you," and she wished she took it back, but didn't back away.
Sinbad: (11:13:15 PM): "Lineage is everything... my father was a prince, a warrior, a pure firekin. His father was a king, his father before him was a king. We are the kin of the fire, the proud bearers of the goddess' blood. Feared through the lands. Just the whisper of our pride has lesser lions- to include the pridelanders -trembling."
He licked his maw, "I am invincible... I dare anyone to prove otherwise."
Karana: (11:15:28 PM): "So gods, blood of gods are important to you, you'd rather be known for what blood you carry in your veins rather than the strength you possess through training, earning it, earning the right to be king or a prince rather than fight for that place, prove yoruself to be in that place? And what would you do then, if a supposed lesser lion defeated you, would you tremble in their presence, would you bow to them in their honor and strength? Invincible, if you think that, someone will coem, soemone will fiht you, and you might carry a scar or injury as I do, just because you can't see clearly," she sighed, she thought he had changed, but she didn't move from where she stood.
"How can you assume so much of another pride without knowing yourself? You believe everything that comes to your ears No Name, absolutely everything?"
Sinbad: (11:22:34 PM): "We all have a place." He bristled, "We were all born to do something. If you're born a slave, you're born a slave. That's what you're meant to be, that's what you're meant to do. The firekin were given fire in our veigns, we were made to rule the lesser races, the lesser prides. If you defy your place, you create chaos." He sneered, "If I'm ever defeated, I'll die. I won't live to bow...a warrior's death is the only defeat I'll ever except."
He sneered, "I believe what I was raised to believe. It's why we have parents, they pass down beliefs and strength."
Karana: (11:24:56 PM): Karana watched him,a nd she held in a snarl, watched him closely, refused to move even if he pushed, her tail thrashed like a serpent, and she narrowed her eyes, "You were already defeated once, if I remember..." thats why he was here, thoughs he left it for him to realize what she spoke of. A place, parents, she grit her fangs. She held no memory of times past, "And what if you start again, what if you had nothing, no one, and you start again? Who is to say one isn't decended from fire, born from it and was a lost flame and returned, what then?"
Tension in her voice, the air between them, and she waited, baited him.
Sinbad: (11:29:15 PM): "I didn't lose. My father did!" He growled, "I was a cub... I never would have lost if I'd been old enough to fight. Don't forget that... I'll prove my strength one day..."
He ground his teeth and started walking again, "Move it or loose it...."
Karana: (11:32:12 PM): As he started walking, she moved again, and got in his way, and ushed herself against his chest to push him back, but he was strong, and pushed her forward as she tried to keep her ground. Her head was against his chest and mane, and her paws struggled to keep still, "You just said it yourself, you have to prove it, you can't be born with it, you ahve to prove yourself, prove your strength, you can't just hve it..."
Sinbad: (11:37:44 PM): He stood himself in place, letting the lioness shove at his chest all she wanted. An eyebrow slowly lifted. She wanted him to prove his strength? To her? "You're joking....I step on your paw and you limp around like a cub...if I raise my paw to you I don't think you'll be getting up."
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:32 pm
Karana: (11:47:38 PM): "Not to me," she said still trying to push against him, she tried pushing forward, he leg ached and a shot of pain went up her back and she snarled in pain, not in anger towards him, she grit her jaw together, spoke through her fangs while she kept her eyes closed, trying to close out teh pain, she pushed forward as hard as she could, gaining a slight leeway, only because she used her bad leg, it stretched, and she gasped and sarled at once, "Not to me..." she said again, "To yourself," at his words she refused to stop, "I'd get up, again and again," she wouldn't back down from anything, not even him.
Sinbad: (11:56:19 PM): "Oh to myself?" He reached his paw out to catch her forehead. He leaned down to smirk. Without a second word he side-stepped, allowing her to push herself to the ground without his weight there supporting her desperate shoves.
"Heh." He flicked his tail, "You done?"
Karana: (12:00:41 AM): Karana fell onto the ground between her and No Name and sand spurred up around her form. She looked up at him, a flicker of play, anxious, anticipation, and she licked her lips, "Not even close," she stood on her feet, walk b his side, and jumped onto his back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a mock attempt to climb on him, almost like a child was. But she wasn't fighting, she was trying to make him do something else. She wasn't fighting him, she was trying to get him to play. "Come on, big bad No Name doesn't play to play?"
Sinbad: (12:08:39 AM): "....play." He glanced over his shoulder and frowned. "No. No name does not play...I do this." He threw himself backwards and sent his bulk falling back onto hers. From there he just laid there. "...comfy actually."
Karana: (12:11:12 AM): Karana was forced under his back and her stomach was being squished from his weight, she tried to wriggle herself free from under him, but his weight pressed on her chest, and she couldn't exhale, she couldn't speak. She tried to push him off from her, but he wouldn't budge, she pushed and fought against his weight, but everytime she tried to gain a breath, he sank on her chest harder. "Gtorff"
Sinbad: (12:13:56 AM): "...good enough for me." He rolled to one side, pushed up to his paws, and flicked his tail into her face. "Lesson learned I hope? I didn't even lift a paw..." He chuckled and started off once more.
Karana: (12:15:30 AM): "I was only trying to get you to play, not to squish me!" she said after gasping for a deep breath of air, she coughed once, and lay her head on the snd, watching him, his tail was before her nose and she pawed at it caught his tail in her paws and placed it under her head, "Huh, comfy," she said mocking him she closed her eyes content.
Sinbad: (12:19:15 AM): "...I don't play." He kicked one of his feet back. If she didn't move, it would be enough to knock her head from his tail, not enough to really hurt, but it had some force to it.
Karana: (12:21:03 AM): She moved her head back, and grasped his tail in her mouth, "Come on, there has to be smehing you like to do," she pulled on his tail and lay down again, though let it drop to the ground and moved herself to lay next to him, facing away a she turned onto her side. She yawned with her jaw open wide, she was tired, he exhausted her with their walk, and their feeble attempt of playing. "You are so strange No Name..."
Sinbad: (12:28:53 AM): "Hmph....", he shrugged his shoulders, flicked his tail upwards, and started to walk away. There was no need to grind his last nerve past its limits. No one said he had to execute any kind of plan right away. "I like what I like."
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