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 Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 3:39 pm
The behemoth's fur dripped across the gritted shore, the waves crashing behind them as they came in land. Traces of him washed away with the tides. Golden fur hung low, the luxurious chestnut mane draped his frame and face, but still a smile upon his muzzle as it walked toward the cove. The sand, at this time of day, was warm but not hot. It engulfed his massive paws with each step, embracing them in their loose grips. Small rivers of water ran down his body, dripping off stalactite of fur, causing the sand to darken in tiny circles. It was still morning and he had his early meals and his early activities so a rest was one well deserved. Knowing that a certain vagabond may still be residing within his isolated, but comfy, home was what gave him this grin of his. She was special, she did inch from him, she was not frightened of his size and stature. He was a giant to some, but he was a kindred spirit and a very polite sort of guy, opposite of his younger kin.
The cove was a circular enclave along the rock face that was once the cliffs that overlooked the sea, probably decades ago. Now the tides have pulled away that even at high tides the surf cannot reach into the sanctity of his home. Tracing along side the rock face, he crept his way into the sandy circle that acted as the front yard to his home. With a strong jerk of his body, most of the water flung from his body in ever direction only to get a chuckle out of the male. Using his paw to straighten his chestnut brown mane, two teal eyes gleamed at the entrance to the cave that was his home. Inside were three pedastal-platform like structures. A small one to the right. A medium one to the left. And a large on in the middle. The ground was rocky, but worn over years of use. The two shorter stone pedastals were slightly rough do to lack of use, but the middle, his, was nice and smooth, very comfortable. The lion moved inside, a small gazelle in his maw for the vagabond who found his home her place to return to.
How long has it been since she came? He cannot remember. Personally, he figure it best if she did stay, considering when she did come, she was alone and lost. With her here, he had company, someone to watch over, protect, and talk to.
Aside from the rare meetings of the brothers, which he often organized if and when this female wasn't around.
Taking careful steps inside, he was being cautious as to not waking her. He could not recall how many times she was asleep whilst he were awake. The sand dribbled down upon the cold, stone floor. Placing the meal in the room, he crept up beside the largest pedastal, standing upon his hind legs with his others against it, looking up and listening.
Was Akiva awake?
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 10:52 am
Bright golden eyes blinked in the darkness and she let a soft smile spread over her pale muzzle. The smile was uncharactaristic for her, given that she'd been so hollow and broken for so long. Trig had changed some of that but not all of it, when she peered at the ocean she still felt her heart chip and break in places she was uncomfortable with it breaking at. Sometimes she wished that she could still be walking to her death like she'd planned on after the death of her family and friends.
Planned was a little exagerated though, Akiva hadn't planned to go off the deep end and try to commit suicide by starvation and dehydration, she'd just begun walking and never stopped to eat or drink. Eventually the thought of killing herself had become more prominent and acceptable.
Then she'd met Trig and slowly he'd ebbed away the hollow feelings inside her body and her heart. It had taken time, but her golden eyes had some of the spark they'd once bore back, even if not all. It was enough. Her body had filled out to it's normal muscled physique again and she'd begun hunting for the two of them as well, not letting him do it all by himself.
Hanging her dark paws over the edge of the pedastal, Akiva purred deeply down in her chest, knowing that he would hear her. The large lion always heard her when she needed him to.
It appeared that he'd been out hunting again, like always. Trig was too much of a gentleman for her sometimes, it was something she was attempting to break him of even if he was balking in every sense of the word from her teachings. One of these days it would happen, after all, he was too formal.
At least for her, she knew that for royalty he probably wasn't too formal, but how often did royalty really come by here? Hardly ever, it was beneath them to wander so.
A soft spot was in her broken heart for Trig, one that he'd stitched together for himself with his kind words and his goofy personality. Akiva still grinned inwardly sometimes when she thought about how she'd told him she'd use his mane as a blanket when she was cold. The blush that had spread across his broad cheeks had been worth seeing.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 10:00 pm
Trig chuckled quietly before falling back down to all four, looking up at the top - at her paws - through his brown, chocolate mane. There it was, that familiar, but soft rumble. Carefully picking up the meal he had acquired, the large golden male jumped up effortlessly upon the second highest pedastal. Carefully placing the food upon his own bed, he laid his head down flat upon the stone surface, gazing at the soft colored female. Her fur looked soft, the nights they spent close to one another proved that. Her scent was very fresh, vibrant, and moist just as the jungles where she was born and raised. Still, something about her seemed melancholy. It annoyed him that she felt like this, no matter how much he tried to get this aura to release itself from the leopardess, it still remained to this day. Still, he had to keep her comfortable and happy.
Giving a goofy smile, he ascended to his sleeping area and curled up around the resting female. Giving Akiva a few soft licks and a purr, Trig nuzzled against her.
"Still resting, Miss Akiva?" The male purred, licking her tenderly between her ears to wake her. It was nearly time for everyone to be awake and here is this beauty, sleeping the day away in the darkness that was his den. Wasteful!
Ever since Akiva had arrived and their relationship as denmates grew from cove owner and vagabond, he became rather close to the female. He would hunt for her after each of his daily outings: swimming and running the coast in the morning, running in the savanna in the afternoon, and the nightly patrol of his cove area just before dusk. He tried his utmost best to keep her spirit up.
Perhaps it was rude, perhaps it was unfitting or idiotic to prevent someone from achieving their desires. But suicide was one he was not going to allow anyone to acquire without some effort to save them. It is never too late to live one's life.
Licking into his massive paws, he continued his rumbling purr for her.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 4:31 pm
A deeper purr came from her muzzle as she leaned into his nuzzling and the warmth of his body. In the months since she'd been there he had gotten closer to her than any being next to her mate and cubs ever had. It felt odd and it also felt right at the same time. Like she just wanted desperately to cling to him and let him take away all of her pains and memories.
But that wasn't possible.
His purr made her toes tingle for love of him and she curled them slowly as she leaned back into his mane. It was as if Akiva was leaning back into a bush, his mane draped over her shoulders and kept her warm. It was like her own personal blanket and she loved it.
Now if only she could sleep all day long in his mane. Sleeping was still one of her favorite things even though she hadn't gone off the deep end like she had originally been heading towards. Her sleep kept her with her memories, sometimes good and sometimes nightmarishly horrible. Akiva liked the good ones, the memories of her cubs smiling faces and goofy climbing and her mate's gentle nuzzling.
That was gone but now she was making new memories and slowly the bad and good from her past were being pushed away. Knowing it and accepting it were two different things but for some reason Akiva was doing both at the same time, happy that she was with Trig and not dead on the savannah ground.
"I love sleeping next to you more than resting." Akiva crooned out gently.
She enjoyed making him blush whenever possible.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 9:28 pm
And blush he did.
Trig cocked a brow and his teal eyes glanced down to the leaning female. How she loved his mane. He made sure it was clean of sand and twigs and whatever else got caught in it. With his size, his mane was very well proportional, but it was still lush and soft. Seemed to work well for the leopardess who continues to press herself against it whenever she got the chance. The closeness she shows often cause the heat in his body to rise. Akiva has been the only one to show any sort of affection and closeness to him aside his brothers and his nieces and nephews.
Still, the male purrs contently as he goes back to cleaning his fur. Perhaps it was best to let her sleep the days away, she seemed to enjoy it a lot and was often awake when he brought back food. He didn't see any reason for him to tell her about the food that rested below, at this point if she was hungry, she'd go and eat it, if not, he'd finish the rest of it. With how his days go, it was wise to keep himself nourished and full.
"Well, I can't always stick around for too long, but I suppose I can linger just a bit for you to rest on me, Akiva," he replied with a chuckle. His voice was deep and robust, matching his size and stature. Still, he had his weaknesses and Akiva knew them well enough. Trig craned his neck down to lick her forehead with a purr. She was a beautiful female and he regretted anything that has happened to her in the past and not being able to be of much help. If she was planning to die in the savanna, it has been months since then and she was still alive beside him. Hopefully, this is not just a hindrance but a change of heart.
"You plan to do anything today or just going to keep resting?" He chuckled.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 7:42 am
That was a good question he posed. To sleep or to go do something? Akiva had come accustomed to doing absolutely nothing and letting Trig do it all but she couldn't keep doing that, it was disrespectful to the wonderful lion that had taken her in when she was at the darkest place in her life. Akiva owed it to Trig to get as much out of her life as she possibly could and just now she wasn't doing that. She was still in the same rut she'd been at when she'd come here.
Living somewhere else when her body was tacked down where she was.
She had to fix that.
Akiva ran her tongue over one of Trig's giant paws and she let out a soft purr. He was too gentle with her sometimes when he shouldn't have. What she really needed was someone to drag her out with her claws scraping the stone. He wasn't willing to do that but she was about to do it for herself.
With a heavy sigh the large leopard stood on all four of her deep brown paws. Her golden eyes sparkled mischeviously and she leapt down off of the pillar, landing on her paws languidly, her tail flicking out behind her teasingly. Trying to tempt him to follow her.
The leopard hadn't ever swam in the ocean before, but something in her wanted to go and test the water now, test the waters of the land and of her own mind. It was a step she was going to take.
"Why don't you come with me and find out?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 4:10 pm
Trig smiled at her gesture, licking his paw, that sparkle in her eye, and the obvious hint to follow the leopardess. The lion chuckled as he dropped down to the ground with a relatively loud thud. A side ward gaze to the limp carcass beside him, perhaps later it will be eaten otherwise it would be wasted.
However, that was pushed into the back of his mind. With a smile he followed the leopardess outside.
Watching her move, watching her awake, he could only smile. Such a dark spirited female was ready to end her life and now she is happier and not as melancholy. He did everything within his power to help her through her life, to keep her from falling any further into her heart. Perhaps he could have been more assertive to get her to do things, but he had little to no knowledge to how leopard's live. Maybe they sleep all day. Were they nocturnal? There was still a lot about Akiva that intrigued him. And he wasn't going to force anything upon her. She was still his guest within his home and he wanted her to feel safe and happy.
The warm sand felt good under his paws.
"Where are you taking me, Miss Akiva?"
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