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 Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 3:21 pm
Kisa hummed softly to herself as she wandered along, looking around at everything. Though she might appear to be calm at the moment, the young cheeton's mind was very active, cataloging everything she saw away to perhaps use in a story later on.
In a tree up ahead, she watched as a small bird tried to fly from its nest and fell to the ground with a "whump" noise. Then it looked around and cheeped almost sheepily before looking up toward its mother and starting to cry loudly. The mother bird quite suddenly noticed the large predator and let out a sound of alarm, hunkering down in her nest.
Kisa shook her head slightly. "Don't worry ..." she murmured softly, moving away. "I don't want to eat you or your babies. You'd barely even make an appetizer." Smiling, she moved off far enough that the mother would hopefully come down to get her baby, then turned her attention to the next little bit of life unfolding on the savannah.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 3:55 pm
This next bit of life wasn’t as common as the everyday bird, but no one would notice it from looking at Khuluma. After getting the advice that having his wings out was not a bright idea in the mortal realm, the small god was making sure to keep his in check and hidden away. Despite the advice, he was keeping his hair as is. He loved how pretty it was, and while he adored his wings, there was no way he could give up his gorgeous hair!
Deciding that was enough to look like a mortal, the small god had once again taken a break during his travels. While he was still anxious to see other gods, he had now resigned to meet mortals. Not happy, he was nervously pacing about, thinking about how he would go about it. He decided he would rehearse his introductions. If he was going to go into other prides, he had to appear normal and nothing close to special, but really, with the way he looked, he was anything but! He was very pretty, and he wasn’t about to say he was just everyday nothing. He was going to try and keep himself speaking as if he didn’t know anything aside from what was here around him.
Think like a mortal cub.
Finding a shrub, he stood before it and ahemed himself, before he approached and smiled. “ Hello. I’m Khuluma. How are you?”
The shrub was silent.
“Oh, well, that’s very nice. Why I’m on my own? Well, you see, …my parents are dead. Yup. Don’t have any. Oh no. I’m fine. I’m very independent. ”
A beetle flew on one of the shrub’s leaves.
“Oh Stop. Really? You think I’m the pretties mortal you have ever seen? Well, I’m simply flattered.”
The golden cub giggled as he pressed his paw to his face, acting bashful before looking back at the shrub with surprise.
“Really? You want to take me to your pride and introduce me to everyone? Well, I’m honored. ”
Khuluma went next to the shrub and sat next to it, before smiling. “Huh. This might actually be rather easy.” He was already imagined himself surrounded by excited lions who wanted nothing but to talk with him. It made him want to snicker.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 3:40 pm
It took a moment or two for Kisa to realize there was someone else nearby, ears pricking up at the faint sounds of talking. Now what in the world could that be?
Tilting head a little, the cheeton followed the sounds up the side of a small hill and then glanced down, a bit surprised to see a golden cub there with rather ... interesting hair. And he was talking to a bush. Or appeared to be, anyway.
"Hello?" she called, hoping not to startle him too badly. "Is something wrong?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 1:35 pm
The cub shot back, falling onto his rear as he stared wide-eyed at the bush. “Was that you?!” No one told him bushes could speak! They shouldn’t be able to!
Heart pounding, he stared at the plant for a moment before giving a small, frightened. “Hello?” Was the plant just shy? Did he happen to meet the world’s only talking shrub in the world? If so, he wanted to get the plants opinion about his introduction. That and learn how a plant learned to talk.
Stepping over, he slowly lifted a paw and touched the shrub, watching it shake but nothing more. “Nothing’s wrong. I was practicing. Was it bad?” Very confused, Khuluma set his paws down and started to walk around the bush, wondering where its mouth was.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:09 pm
Kisa blinked when the cub just ... kept on talking to the bush. He seemed to be really confused about something, and the cheeton didn't get it until his words floated up to her on the breeze. Then she had to stifle a giggle. Oh my ... did he really think the bush was talking to him?
There was a moment where Kisa considered continuing to let him thing that, but she shook her head then. No ... that would be mean, really.
So instead, she called. "Up here!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 9:18 pm
Hearing a call, he turned his head about, ears turning about as he went to locate the noise and it’s owner. In the tall grass and in the daylight, a black figure wasn’t too hard to pick out. It also helped that it was nearby. Oh, he was being silly. Of course it was a…well, a mortal. It might be a lion, but the shape seemed too slender. Perking, he looked back to the shrub with narrow eyes. “Shame on you for making me think plants could talk.” he said, pushing a branch as if to scold the shrub for doing absolutely nothing.
Turning his attention to the actual speaker, he found that preparing to meet a mortal had turned to actually meeting one. Well, it wasn’t a first. He met a klipspringer, but his mortal interactions were very limited in comparison to his god encounters.
Mortal cub. Mortal cub. Mortal cub. He reminded himself three times fast.
“Hello there!” His voice sounding strange due to a bit of nervousness, but he took a deep breather to calm himself. None of that would help him. Calm, Khuluma. He reminded himself that if danger should come from this encounter, he had wings to escape.
Picking himself up, he trotted over in the direction of the dark shape. Looking on it, he wondered what she was exactly. He saw a few creatures walking above at a distance, and she didn’t look like a lioness. “I didn’t expect to meet anyone today. You scared me.” More than that, she confused him at first and then scared him. Now he was just a bit nervous and confused.
Okay, introductions. Now what did little mortal cubs talk about. Usually he’d be asking about their domain, but he couldn’t do that.
“What are you doing out here?”
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 12:53 pm
Kisa smiled as the cub finally realized where she was, then scolded the bush before turning toward her. Oh my ... he was ... adorable, really. Bobbing her head a little, the dark cheeton flicked her tail once. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," she apologized.
"My name is Kisa. I wander around a lot, so I'm not here for any particular reason, really. What's your name?" Having traveled quite a bit with her mentor, she was used to the manner of young cubs and she liked them.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 1:48 pm
This was his chance. A mortal to meet of the few he hadn’t encounter. She didn’t look like a lion, but then again, there were plenty of creatures out in the world. Approaching, he stood before her and looked over her slender size, the darkness of her pelt, and the faint aroma of her scent. All of it was new to him, and he tried to place them in his memory. This was Kisa. What a nice name.
Now was the time for him to do his introductions! He practiced, and here it was time to use it. He had to be clear, firm in language, and very easy to hear. “My name is Khuluma, go- Uh, lion. Yes! Lion. I’ve…been walking around on my own. Just…wandering around.” AHHH! He ruined it. HE nearly just spilled the beans on his own existence of a god even after all his practice! The sudden appearance of the stranger and his own nervousness got the better of him. No. He needed to breath and get into the proper mindset. He was a mortal cub that was just out in the sun having a nice day. There was nothing else. Focus, Khuluma. You need to be able to interact with mortals to be able to be of use ot them. They were the reason he was here in the first place! How could he be a god if he failed in this department?
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 9:04 pm
The cheeton tilted her head a bit at his stumbling introduction - but she figured ... well, maybe he was shy or something. Or perhaps he simply hadn't met that many others before. Giving him a little bow, she smiled at the young lion. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Khuluma!"
"I just hope you've not wandered too terribly far away from your family~" she went on then, making a show of looking around. She didn't really think that he had - since he seemed to be healthy and not worried or anything. But still, she did kind of wonder where they were.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 7:04 am
A pleasure to meet him. It was such a nice thing to say, and he beamed at their finished introductions. Still, this was not where the questioned ended, and as a cub, he learned quickly that many people went for the fact his family wasn’t about. A cub was a cub after all, god or not. Personally, Khuluma wondered the same thing, but he didn’t want to go off and tell that he was a lone little ranger out in the Savanna. It wouldn’t do to reveal that much, and then he would be asked what happened to his family, and he did not know. It was best to lie, as he already knew he would have to just to keep his identity secret.
“They are not far off. Actually, they told me to stay here where it was safe as they went off to find food.” Because mortals ate after all. Then he found the folly of his logic in thinking that if he was to stay safe, talking to strangers was probably not the best thing to be doing. He might have to revise his lies for later. It was best to distract her before she figured this out on her own. “Are you with your family? Your....lion family?” This wasn’t the only thing he wanted to ask. He did want to know what she was but he also wanted to ask her how old she was, what she thought about gods, and if she thought his hair was pretty. He just didn’t have a way of turning the conversation over to what he wanted to ask, but then he glimmered on something that made him smile. “We should be safe together anyways. The gods are always watching over us after all.” He felt strong in that belief, as most gods did watch, though he knew of a few who could care less. Still, he turned his ears up and waited. Would she say anything about that?
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 5:28 pm
Kisa smiled at the young cub's forwardness - finding that she rather liked his bold attitude. Surely it might not normally be safe to talk to random strangers, but the cheeton knew very well that she wasn't a danger. "Lion family?" she asked, tilting her head. "Well, I wouldn't exactly call him 'family', but I usually travel around with my mentor. He's a storyteller." She smiled at Khuluma and bobbed her head slightly at his second statement.
"I've never really met a god, but I'm sure that's true." She wondered which of the gods this little one knew of, and perhaps if he might know things that she didn't.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 6:23 pm
What was he doing? Was it right for him to talk about gods around mortals? Then again, if they didn’t know about gods, they needed to. It was why gods were around after all. Surely they knew some of them. Right?
There was still so much he didn’t know about mortals, and he didn’t know what mortals should know or not know about gods. Apparently mortals didn’t meet gods, or at least not this one. His nerves forced him to give a little laugh. “Of course. It’s not like everyone meets gods. I mean, I haven’t! Just that they are around. I mean, so I’ve heard.” Did mortals tell other mortals about gods?! THIS WAS HARD!!
Subject change. NOW!
She said nothing about whether or not she was with a lion family. He guessed she was. He had to work with what he knew.
“A storyteller, huh? That sounds fascinating. What does a storyteller do? ” Well, tell stories. Khuluma could figure that out just by the name, but he was trying to distract her from gods. That could be for another time. A time when he knew what he was talking about. Mortals really made him nervous now that he thought about it. There was so much he didn’t know about them!
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 9:04 am
Kisa smiled at the cub's obvious flustered attitude now - wondering why talking about gods made him so nervous. Well, perhaps he was frightened of them or something, though that didn't really fit with how he'd been praising the gods before.
Ah well... this wasn't the time to grill the poor thing, though she could sense a story here.
Speaking of stories, however... "Well, mostly, we collect and tell stories. Some of them are true, some are made up, and some are a little of each. A lot of times, it depends on what our audience wants or needs to hear."
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 8:41 am
We collect stories. This …lion?.. was a storyteller, and not only that, someone who collected fiction and fact. While it was a bit aggravating he couldn’t just ask for fact, as going right out and saying that gods were fact might be considered odd for him to say, she still could tell him things. It seemed luck was on his side, and she wasn’t the type to pry too much on the fact he was very alone right now. Good. If he was to learn more about mortals, he had to know what they knew about gods like himself. Since they were already talking about it, it was easy for him to just continue on that subject. Perfect.
Thinking about how a mortal cub might act, he tilted his head and blinked a few times. “Do you know any stories about gods and goddesses?” He hoped she did. He hoped that there were mortals who knew their histories, their existence, and maybe could at least offer what most mortals thought about gods. If he could get that much out of this mortal..uh, Kisa – then he would at least know what not to do as a god around mortals. No need to scare them or get scared by them.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 8:50 pm
"Of course I do," Kisa replied with a warm smile. "In fact, quite a lot of stories are about the gods and goddesses. I think it might be because ... for the most part, they're beings that are very hard for normal mortals like us to understand. So there are stories to help us out."
Sitting down, she curled her tail about her paws, and tilted head, thinking. "Do you like any particular kinds of stories? Like... ones about adventure, or funny stories, or sad ones, even. I don't want to tell something you won't enjoy, after all!"
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