AIM LOG: xo -- k a i r i & _ p a o cx
Tarik stopped to admire the paw prints he'd left in the sand, tilting his head with a small sort of smile as he looked on at his handywork. His paws were a lot larger than he originally thought, and it was fairly amusing to see. Pawprints that size probably kept others from following him, which he wasn't really complaining about since he wasn't exactly looking for some company at the moment. It wasn't unwelcome though, but truth be told he'd currently rather be left alone. "Big prints," he said with a little smirk. "Giant prints, haha!" He was clearly much too amused over something as simple as his own pawprint, but he really didn't care.
He was bored out of his mind. Literally.
Kept most from following him - but not all. A small, practically baby hare named Niamh found great delight in these 'giant pawprints', hopping from one to another with a big squeak, looking like a jumping ball of fur. She giggled gleefully everytime she landed, before jumping to the next one with a squeak as she left the ground, and another giggle as she landed. She was small enough to fit comfortable inside each paw print, and from a far enough away distance she would've looked like a mere insect. If it wasn't for the blue/green stripe running down her back, perhaps.
Not really paying attention to where she was going, or how close she was getting to te owner of such large pawprints, Niamh gave a loud squeak when instead of a pawprint she found herself coliding with Tarik's leg, bouncing back off of it onto her back with a loud squeak, laying there for several moments just...dazed. She soon found herself, though, wriggling back onto her front a she looked up to Tarik with wide, amazed eyes.
"Woa! You're really big!" came the...rather obvious statement. But in a rather comical squeaky, high-pitched voice.
He felt something bump into his leg, but it wasn't so hard that he was worried about...whatever it was. When he checked to see what it was, he caught sight of a tiny hare with an amazed look on its face. From her he looked back at his pawprints and noticed that something had landed inside of each of them. How could he have missed it? The male's eyes went back to the hare, after having made its statement, and smirked slightly. Oh, what company he sometimes came across in these lands.
"I was born this way," he said with a chuckle. He had said the same thing to another young cub not too long ago, and it had been enough for her. Though for her age she had been rather large, this little hare seemed to small for its age. "My name's Tarik," he proceeded with an introduction. "What's yours?
He was born that way? A complete look of awe crossed the young hare's face, eyes wide and mouth open as she just watched him. Was it possible for amazingness to rub off onto you? 'Cause...'cause she'd hit him pretty hard, at least for her small form, when she'd crashed into him. Maybe some of it had shaken out into her! "That's...so cool!" she squeaked, snapping out of her trance to bounce up and down on the spot, squeaking every time she landed.
Tarik? OmygoshshewasworthyofhisNAME!? Squeaking again as she stilled her bounces, Niamh tilted her ears down to cover her face, although you could still see the wide eyes gazing up at him. She began shaking a little, just too amazed by the awesomeness in front of her. "N-N-Niamh. B-But you can call me whatever you like, Mr. Tarik!"
"Niamh," he repeated with a nod. "Nice name, but I think Nia's easier to say?" Tarik smiled at the little hare, lying down on his stomach so the hare could see him better. With her ears in her face she was pretty cute, though he really could do without all the squeaking. He lifted a paw and gently placed one finger on her shoulder, trying to calm her down. "So have you been hopping into each of my prints?" he asked. "I made a lot. How long have you been playing?"
Nia? She nodded eagerly, compeltely fine! Whatever he wanted to call her was fine! Because Tarik was AMAZING! She giggled, shuffling backwards a little as he layed down, not feeling she was allowed to be so close to such an awesome creature. She looked at him through her ears, giggling for a little bit before stopping, and just watching him with utter awe.
He started speaking and she giggled again, shaking a little in preparation for what he was going to ask her. The question was a simple one, so she answered almost instantly, despite the question not quite having been finished. "Yeah, I have! It was lots and lots of fun and I've been playing for like, aaaages! For yeeeears!"
Years? Probably not that long. He'd been making prints for a few hours though, and her size perhaps also meant that hours translated to several months at a time? The diety smirked at Nia, blinking curiously at her. He didn't know he could keep someone's interest for that long? Some really did find amusement in the simplest things in life. With a chuckle he made a print right in front of the hare, staring at it and realize that it realy was pretty huge.
"You must be pretty tired," he said when he thought back to the distance between each print. "You don't seem it though. Are you alright?"
He was chuckling at her! Yay, she'd made Mr. Tarik chuckle! She squeed quietly to herself, although her eyes widened when he made another pawprint. She kept her eyes focused on it, even when he'd lifted his paw again, before her gaze flickered back up to his face. With a squeak she hopped into the pawprint, before bursting into giggles, snuggling down as if she was quiet comfortable there.
"I'm not tired! Nia doesn't get tired!" she spoke, being careful to use the name Mr. Tarik liked. She nodded enthusiastically, ears lifting so you could see her face again, "I'm fine thank you! How're you!?"
Glad to see that the little hare wasn't tired at all, Tarik settled his head over his paws and smirked at the little hare. She was a curious little thing, innocent and...perhaps one of the cutest things he'd ever encountered. "That's good to know," he said with a smile. "I'm fine too, thanks. Are you thirsty? Maybe I could help you find some water?" He lifted his head and looked around, hoping he would spot a clutter of trees or something. "Do you have family nearby? Maybe I could help you find them? Are you absolutely certain you're alright?" Tarik wasn't used to being this nice, but there was something about this hare.
He smirked at her, so she attempted to smirk back - although she didn't quite manage it, instead just giving up and smiling sweetly. He was fine? That was good! Thirsty? Niamh frowned a little, as if contemplating which answer she should give. Was she thirsty? ...Even if she was, surely she shouldn't put Mr. Tarik through such trouble! After a little thinking Niamh shook her head, smiling sweetly again as she bounced once on the spot.
"Momma's boxing some other hare somewhere. She'll come find me when she's done!" Niamh squeaked, nodding just as enthusiastically again, "Yes, Mr. Tarik, I'm fine! Promise!"
A boxing hare, how interesting. Tarik gave her a curious look before looking around once more. "Alright, well I'm about to rest. D'you wanna rest here with me while you wait for your mom?" He was pretty beat, after all, so he wouldn't mind resting here. This little hare seemed pretty eager to please, so he was hoping she'd agree to rest for a little while. "I'm sure it'll be easier to find you if you're sitting in one place, don't you think? How 'bout it?"
Rest? Niamh watched Tarik carefully, tilting her head to the right, before suddenly bursting into a bright smile again, hopping out of the pawprint, nodding her head. "Okay, I'll rest with you Mr. Tarik!" And then came his logic, and she gasped, once again watching him with utter, complete awe, although this time there was a hint of adoration as well. She shuffled forwards, snuggling up beside his leg, making herself comfortable.
"You're so clever, Mr. Tarik..."
And, funnily enough for one so hyper, as soon as her eyes were shut she was asleep, breathing softly.
The adolescent smiled as the hare, once again, did just as she was told. Her mother must have little to no trouble with her, though that's not to say that Nia didn't get into trouble for doing a number of other things. If he had been any other lion she may not have been as lucky. Still, with a grin on his maw Tarik closed his eyes as well, following after the hyper little hare into slumber.
