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 Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 12:30 pm
So, in the quite hours while the herd was resting, Khuluma opened his wings and slipped off into the morning sky without any intention of returning. He flew for as long as he could till his wings ached and his body screamed for him to land. It was all he could do to keep moving onward in hopes that once he passed out, he would be too far to even be tempted to return to the place he once called home. Landing, he breathed out, panting as he collapsed on a field of dry grass. The sun had already risen and his mouth was patched. Gods didn’t need anything like water and food, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get thirsty. Panting, he turned on his side and curled his wings in before thinking of how he must look. Out here, anyone could see his wings for what they were. With some effort, he changed his appearance only so far as making his size a little smaller and riding himself of his wings. The rest didn’t matter. The god was proud of his looks.
Yawning, he looked up at the harsh sun before turning and moving slowly to a tree where he flopped down and promptly passed out.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 1:15 pm
Moricorm yawned and stretched, trotting back to the temporary den she resided in when she was near the pride lands, but not INSIDE them. Morning had come, and she was tired. She'd been awake through the dawn, and now the sun was starting to become unmerciful to her dark coat. She'd left Chru in Ithil's capable wings, knowing the little bird was MORE than capable of keeping the juvenile under control. Besides...he was still getting used to his new schedule. It WAS a pain breaking a day-creature into the habit of wakefulness at night...but it had to be done. Night-dwellers tended to be demons, or too much of a threat.
A new scent greeted her as she passed a tree, and curiosity won out. Well now...what did she have here? Her eyes widened. If it weren't for the tail, she would have mistaken him for one of those damned filthy leopons. He had the traditional markings. But he wasn't one. Still...she grinned. Another possibility. A plan formulated in her head, and the small demoness crept silently into the tree...There were advantages to having the blood of a lioness built for the forest.
Once settled she spoke, red eyes taking on an amused quality and her face smiling. "Well now...I've awoken to a visitor!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 1:42 pm
His ear flicked a few times, before his eyes reluctantly opened. Sapphire blue optics turned about and a heavy sigh escaped him as he noticed he was not at home and that leaving had not been a dream. He expected to wake up alongside Pala or nestled with the other klipspringers. What caught him was the voice. He heard someone, and it didn’t sound male. Since he was no way near home, he lifted his head and looked about. The prairie was devoid of any moving figure and his tail flicked as he thought of what could have called him. Had it all been in his head? Was he just lonesome that he fabricated a voice to comfort him?
“Hello?” He called out, testing out if there was anyone around. He shuffled to turn and felt his muscles ached. The god was use to flying, but never as much as he had done last night. Everything felt sore. Setting his head down, he looked out into the grasslands. The deep hum of insects and the heat made his eyes heavy again, and he thought of how long a god could sleep if they didn’t want to wake up.
Eyes barely opened, he sniffed the air, but was never trained to hunt and was never around mortal lions long enough to recognize them for what they were. What strange smells were all unfamiliar and unrecognizable to him. Part of him told him he was alone, but the mingling scents of roaming lions tickled his nostrils. Flowers, he thought. Nothing more.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 10:25 am
The Nuemare chuckled. Oh...how cute. The boy hadn't thought to look up. "Up here, dear." He was on the large-ish side, but obviously was still young. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. "What is a child like you doing out here all alone? Are your parents nearby, little one?" Oh yes...she could play the 'concerned passerby'. She'd done it with Chru, and it had worked oh-so-well. It wasn't like her 'motherly' concern was ALL feigned...She'd had a litter once before, so the instincts were there.
They were just odd compared to 'mortal' lions and lionesses. She carefully climbed out of the tree, making sure to stay very visible...seemingly to not 'scare' the 'poor dear'.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 10:43 am
Khuluma looked up, and upon seeing the larger lioness, brought his body closer to the ground, ears back as he watched her. He remembered Roko, the Goddess of Confusion, mentioning to be afraid of a dark black god, but then Khul saw that this was only a mortal and nothing more. As of right now, maybe seeing now gods were best. What did he want with gods? They all RAN off to find women and leave their herds. Jerk!
Huffing, he stood up more firmly out of his distaste for Pala, and stood his ground as Moricrom climbed down from the tree. “ I don’t have parents. I don’t NEED parents. I’m perfectly capable on my own. I can go where I want, do what I want, and I don’t need anyone.”
Usually he kept his mouth shut about parents, saying they were nearby, but he was bitter at Pala for leaving the herd, and he ran away to be on his own. He could do it, he was sure. A god needed nothing, and he was doing fine on his own without him. Still……..his chest hurt. It hurt badly, and he curled his tail in, feeling small as he tried to appear large.
“I’m not a child. Can’t you see I’m growing up?” He grew a little bit, but was far from being an adult. He turned himself on the side to show her. “See how big I am? Perfectly capable of being on my own.” He was larger than some mortals, and he was a god. What did he have to be afraid of. Khuluma was even here to serve mortals. He might as well start.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 9:09 am
No parents? Perfect. Moricorm looked both worried and impressed. "No parents?" She sighed. "It's very impressive that you can survive on your own." She would draw this one in with words. Bind them tighter and tighter around him until he didn't know how he'd gotten under her control. The demoness smiled. "You are rather large indeed...but you are still a child. A very well-off one, apparently. How did you get into such a position? I'm curious."
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 10:52 am
Ears turned down at the mention of being alone. It had been the state of which he was born, grew up, and for a brief glimmer of time, felt he would never have to face again. That small time he had a family was short lived, and now having it pointed out didn’t improve his mood. Part of him was angry at being left alone in the herd by the Prey God, but another part of him said he left the herd and decided to be alone. No. He started it first. HE left ME!
“I have always been alone. I was alone when I first opened my eyes, and I’ve been alone ever since. I tried being with someone, but they just proved that they didn’t care about me so I left. No point in staying with others who don’t care, right? It’s why I’m alone now. I think I might just stay that way.” He held up his head and gave a look that he could care less, but there was a lump in his throat. He wished he could be with someone. Someone who cared. Someone who could say they were his family and not leave him.
“..and don’t say I am well-off. I’m taken care of, because I can handle myself. It was never given to me. I’ve been given nothing.” The last words were bitter, and he sat down, ears back and expression sour. No one gave him anything. If they did, it was taken away. Why should he give?!
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 11:31 am
Moricorm almost felt sorry for him. ALMOST. But she kept up her motherly guise, reaching a paw out to him. "Ah...but you have been given something. It is the one gift we are all given. Life. But it is sad you have not been given anything since. Perhaps you would like some safety while you rest? I may not look like much, but I learned early on how to fend off those larger than me."
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 11:48 am
Life. It was probably the only thing he was given, and the only thing he could be grateful for. Whoever had given it to him, he did not know, but at least he could continue to live on, even if it was hard.
While he had been dead set on believing that he was better off alone, he looked to the lioness with appreciation. Well...he could still be alone...and be with her, right? It was all how he defined it anyways, and he had no problem figuring it out later. Right now, after traveling so far, he was ready to be near anyone who would take him in. Ever since Pala left, he wondered if he wasn't attractive or worth having around. It seemed he was, and he stood up as she offered. "Really? I am very tired from fl...walking. If you don't mind that is. I'm not very good at fighting. My claws, they're still tiny." He lifted a paw, showing off his little claws. For someone his size, they were a little small, but not by much.
"I'm Khuluma. What's your name?"
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