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 Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 12:36 am
The afternoon sun stretched the shadows of the trees against the ground, much longer now than when the sun had been at the pinnacle of its cycle across the sky. With a step, the young lion melded into the shadow, became one with both the tree and its undetailed reflection. Had it not been for his bright tattoos, he might have become invisible against the dark tree bark that matched his coat so well.
A small smile crept across the cub's face, and with another step, he danced out of the tree's shadow and back into the light. The world was his playground, the landscape there for him to alter as he pleased. Should he wish to disappear, he would, and if the limelight was to be on him, he would have his way then too. It all depended on the dance, the blending and melding of a shifting being into its surroundings, such that the canvas remained the same, but the subject altered to his mind's content.
In a (albeit puerile) word, sneakiness.
His clan prided itself on the sneakiness that its members possessed, and he had seen his mother hunt, his sister prowl, his brother stalk. He had witnessed the inherent sneakiness that each made use of, and there was little more he wanted to do in life than to learn the mastery of the skill. In short, he would, one day, be the sneakiest lion the Shadow clan had ever seen!
A small, self-serving giggle slipped from the prancing cub's muzzle and shook his head almost proudly. Oh, what it was to be young and ambitious.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 2:45 pm
 Ziska. Oh Ziska- she was everything but stable right now. The youthful lioness had been feeling a lot of pain as of late, and because of this she felt a bit detached from the rest of the pride and her family. With a deep sigh she frowned and stood up, hear long lean frame pale and brown. Her deep brown eyes narrowed as she slowly padded over to a near by water hole, bending down to tape a lap from it's cool waters. She needed time to think, she needed time to understand. Maybe someday she would have the answer to this, maybe...
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 1:15 am
Oh?
Brown ears perked at the sight of the white lioness as she padded into view. It didn't quite seem like she had seen him - perhaps his attempts at stealth and camouflage had actually worked.
The thought was undeniably surprising to the young lion. He had spent many a morning daydreaming about his supposed sneaking prowess, but it wasn't as though he had ever really done much to prove that he was, in fact, as sneaky as he dearly hoped he was.
Suppose he really had managed to hide from her? It was an exciting notion, but he would never know unless he asked her.
Leaving his tree behind, he followed her down to the water hole, intending to inquire as to whether she had really not noticed him, or if she had seen him and had just decided to ignore him. The latter wouldn't have come as that much of a surprise, anyway. After all, he was still just a cub - one she didn't know, no less - and if she had other things on her mind, it made sense that those things would take precedent over him.
"'Scuse- oh," he paused. Now that he was close enough to her that he could actually see her well, she didn't seem altogether happy. Perhaps it was the way she carried herself, or her expression, but either way, he could tell that she was likely in no mood to answer his question - and most likely had been too preoccupied to notice him anyway. He could attribute that to simple cubs' intuition.
"Sorry I disturbed you," he said meekly, turning to leave. But something stopped him, and he turned back. "Are... you okay?" He ventured.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 11:53 am
Her eyes snapped open wise as the younger male spoke to her, her heart skipped a beat. At first she thought it was... well. Someone else. But, it wasn't. This male, he was new to her. She sighed and nodded, faking a smile for him as if to pretend everything was alright.
"I am fine, thank you for asking."
Though she still is feeling upset, she does her best to hide it. She has to after all. No one likes a weakling.
"Forgive me. I am being rude; My name is Ziska."
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 2:40 am
Pfft. She was a lousy liar. She wasn't fine. Somehow, he could feel it, even though the smile and her words proved him wrong. He just wasn't prepared to accept it, and the fact that he had nothing to base his conclusions on wasn't a huge concern for him. He was right; he knew he was right.
He smiled a knowing smile, fixing his violet eyes on her, as if he could stare right through her and figure out exactly what was wrong. Then he could fix it. Or help, at least - that was all he wanted to do. The world was not big or strong enough a place to bear all the sadness that seemed to pervade it.
"My name is Qaletaqa Subiani," he said, returning an introduction. He loved the way his name seemed to flow every time he said it - which wasn't often. He couldn't very well introduce himself as Qaletaqa Subiani to his family, after all. "But you should call me Taqa."
It wasn't that he necessarily prefered the nickname, it was simply that, despite the fact that he loved it, his full name tended to intimidate him. He was just a cub, after all, and what had he ever done to deserve such a grand name? Nothing. So it was just better this way.
He settled his rump into the ground beside her and stared briefly into the water, fascinated by the way the ripples distorted the reflection of his image. Then he cast a sideways glance at her. "Was it a boy?" He asked suddenly. Even before he had finished, he regretted the words. Darn it, who was he to ask her? If she said she was fine, then she was fine!
Stupid Taqa...
"Sorry," he apologized, returning his gaze to the water. "Just... my sisters have boy problems sometimes, and they feel sad."
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