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 Posted: Tue Jun 02, 2009 4:49 pm
Why was it that whenever Mauja had an amazing idea, there was no one around to witness his awesomeness?
During one of his recent tromps through the jungle, where he had found a new love in the form of a wild dog puppy, he had discovered that one could achieve more air time when flying if large leaves were strapped to his back.
Of course, he hadn't tried the technique himself, yet. Instead, during his mass amount of boredom, he had captured a small ratel, fastening proportionally large leaves to its back, hurling it from a tree branch.
The first few trials weren't overly successful, but by the seventh try, the now unconscious ratel was gliding nicely.
So he decided to finally try it himself. Unfortunately, there were no trees out in the savannah, so he was forced to run around with large leaves strapped to his back.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 7:15 pm
Well wasn't this a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.
The rugged cheetah narrowed his eyes out toward the distance as he staggered closer, his back leg's injury causing a slight gimp in his step caused him to hobble slightly as he clenched his jowls slightly and exhaled from out of his nostrils. A single brow seemed to arch as he soaked in the scene before him; a cheetah was running rampant with... leaves on its back? This was interesting. A peculiar sight that was, most certainly, laced with stupidity. Jahka liked this already, very much! He could never explain why he was lured to the oddities and strangeness of others; perhaps it was best described as an infatuation of sorts. Things that were boring were never much fun, were they? A small smirk drawled across his maw slightly while, behind him, his tail flicked to and fro. Perhaps it was head stroke which caused this disillusioned creature to run around just as clueless as a startled gazelle although those leaves certainly resemebled something familiar, wings were they? Ohohoh- minute by minute this scenario was only becoming that much sweeter!
Jahka crept closer, wandering around as he nosed about the brush and grasses for his daily assortment of herbs and remedies for that special 'fix'. Yes, he too was a bit of a unusual sort but that was best left for others to decipher rather than letting his brain toil over a matter which he couldn't give a damn about.
"Try running off the edge of the cliffs," he called out, a rather lacking expression of emotions. "I hear the air time you get is totally awesome." Sarcasm, like an invisible invalid, dripped from his maw as he walked closer. Already in his mind he was envisioning a sight of a mishap turn of events which involved a cheetah and its makeshifts wings propelling itself into the air and simply, by gravity's authority, dropping out of the air. But wouldn't it be just fantastic if the cheetah did actually fly? Soaring over the skies with cheaply made wings that only put whatever divine creature to shame. The cheetah chuckled to himself.
Now that would be interesting, indeed.
Eying the other, Jahka stood there and arched a brow with a rather bemused expression. "It'll get your adrenaline rushing enough to numb you before you even realize that stupidity was your downfall. But I'm sure you'll be the talk of the Savannah for a while before another idiot steals the limelight from you," his expression then changed to something that was sullen, solemn as he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
"Those damn copy cats, huh?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 6:16 pm
With cool air blowing through his small mane, Mauja stood, almost like he was in a picturesque scene. His eyes were squinted and he looked as though he held a frown upon his face. The only thing not-so-picturesque were the green lumps attached to him.
His ears flicked backwards; a voice echoes out to him, only just penetrating his thoughts. Slowly, he crooked his head to the side, barely gazing upon the cheetah that had called out to him.
Playtime.
With a calm, almost annoyed expression, Mauja slowly slinked his way through the tall grass, over to the cocky-looking boy that stood facing him.
"Running off the edge of a cliff?" He narrowed his eyes at the other cheetah, and his tone was less then friendly. "Please. I've already done that, love." his stare never wavered. He wasn't sure why, but his usual ruse failed to come to him quickly with this cheetah. Nontheless, he would play pretend for him, if only for a bit.
"Don't think I'm stupid, little boy. I'm not an idiot. I know how to hurl myself from a cliff and not kill myself." he came in close to the other cheetah, feeling his normal self come back to him. "Now why don't you shut that pretty little tattooed face of yours and come have some fun with me?" a smirk emerged upon his face as he whispered the words in the other's ear.
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Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 8:12 am
A rather amused, cocky smile curled upon the maw of the intrigued cheetah as he sat there eying this new found 'patient'. Who else besides Jahka would have been so fortunate as to come across a representative of his own kind who just so happened to have great leaves strapped across his back as if he was attempting to become the next greatest vegetation breed or finding an even greater way to heighten stupidity. Jahak silently crossed his toes and wished with every fiber of his being that the other was a mutant-cheetah hybrid. Now that would be interesting!
As the other seemed to slither towards him, the cheetah cocked a brow upwards and suddenly gave a astonished gasp.
"No! Really? Ooooh, you must be good," he awed, sarcasm simply dripping from his maw. "If you're searching for new thrills try running out to the ocean and see if you can breath- just take a big lungful. I hear its quite refreshing." Staring back into unwavering eyes was typical for him as sometimes the rather aggressive and malicious stares of others were, in their own way, simply a game. Was he expected to suddenly break down and cower when a obvious, oblivious crazed individual was staring at him? Please, he dealt with crazies and this joker was a wash out of the normal routine. "You do know you can't pierce me with your stares," he commented, quirking a brow slightly with a rather lack of expression.
'Crazy' was something that he knew, something that even Jahka couldn't allude- to a degree he himself was crazy but on which level remained somewhat unknown yet he had a knack for finding whatever the hell was wrong with others and at least fixing them if not in a very con-man approach and routine. Being a Seer had its perks and, sometimes, it made interactions all the better.
Jahka pursed his lips thoughtfully. "I don't think you're stupid I think you're useless. You know what's worse than useless? Useless and oblivious." His ears flattened against his skull as he continued to arch a brow upwards, tail swaying behind him while his messy, mop top of mane wisps against the subtle breeze. Was he suppose to start bowing down now? The cheetah could truly care less if the one in front of him could somehow suddenly sprout wings and fly or turn himself inside out. Darkened orbs watched as the brown cheetah neared closer to him and already he was beginning to smell a heavy stench that was riddled of downright idiocy and the impression that the fool certainly must be tripped out one some poisonous plant or small creature he just so happened to cram down his gaping maw.
Likewise, Jahka stepped forward with a slight limp as he glanced back behind them quickly, narrowing his brows before his eyes settled back upon the one before him. “Did they teach that before or after the class on fondling your inner child?” The only fun he was going to have was to find that leopon, another female and have a threesome. Males lacked in all aspects of fun when it came to serious playtime- males had cooties. Females on the other hand were a much better selection and, like a puzzle, they fit well with his design. They completed him.
"I can't decide which is riskier; taking crazy risks, or taking advice on crazy risks from a crazy risk taker," he commented, walking a small circle around the other with a gimpy step. "I guess it depends on what 'fun' means to you. Fun like sharing fuzzy feelings and bedtime stories or fun that we'd do separately and not together because having fun together just sounds creepy."
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2009 5:23 pm
"But it's fun to hang out with the crazies." Mauja's face straightened, a small smirk emerging on his maw. While he didn't actually consider himself a crazy, he knew very well what others' opinions were of him, so he just went along with the other cheetahs insults. It didn't matter much to him what words were slipping out of the male's mouth; he only cared about his own fun, now. He was rather sad that he had become distracted from trying out his new flying technique, but this encounter was turning out to be a little more fun than he initially thought, though he couldn't decide whether the cheetah before him was offended by his views, or just discriminatory against those who were a little strange in the head.
"So, since you're obviously having a knock-out time with me and my games, what kinds of things does the cocky cheetah play?" he rose his nose, looking downward and cocking a smile at the other cheetah. He had met other cocky creatures before, but none as.....good looking? Regardless of species or gender, Mauja had always had an extreme fondness of good looking animals. So much so, that it may have stepped on a few lions' toes. Ah, the memories.
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