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 Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 8:28 am
Golden eyes sifted through the maze of grasses, life was about everywhere you turned. Meerkats were peering in and out of their dunes, while giraffes ate on the leaves high above. Birds took off and landed in different trees while tending to their newborns. The sky was bright blue with large, fluffy white clouds traveling slowly across the arena. The dark lion could see mountains to the distance and lakes on either side from where he was coming from. This was probably where they prey and predators gather for a drink.
The male could scent pride borders, for this reason he wouldn’t go any farther. He didn’t feel like getting into a rough and tumble for crossing lines. At this pristine moment he decided to travel to one of the lakes following the border. It seemed whomever belonged this pride didn’t want intruders to get into it easily. His ears flicked forward as he was on alert for any other challenging males that he may come across….hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 1:36 am
Some days, she woke up feeling as though she might just collapse if she so much as tried to get up. Inside her den, that was alright, and she would allow herself a few moments more to doze off the feeling. If it didn't go away, which, sometimes, it didn't, she would get up anyway and spend the day with a smile on her face, regardless of how she might feel.
Because she knew herself well enough to know that her body needed to be pushed. If she let herself succumb to whatever unfortunate little feelings she had all the time, her body would simply waste away as it seemed so eager to do. As it was, she refused to let it have its way, and instead, she had been pleasantly surprised to realize that she had grown up to lead that relatively normal life she had always dreamed of as a cub.
The only difference was that hers was simply a facade on some days. But only on some days.
Now, as she neared the edge of the pridelands, that same small smile remained on her face, and she hummed along lightly to the song of the flitting birds. No, it was a nice day, the sun shining bright as ever and a gentle wind caressing her face. She would let it remain that way.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 9:12 am
As he neared the lake a flock of white birds, he believed to be storks moved further down stream as if they thought he would make them his meal. His heart wished for something more in life than traveling land to land. Perhaps settle down with a girl. That would be nice...he was still a young lion but he had less ambition then most. He didn't want to take over a pride, create one, start a living hell for someone. He was drama free and he liked it that way. He loved sunbathing and having intellectual conversation with others whenever he could. But the thought of him settling down still gave him a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. Not that he didn't want adventure, he could always go for something out of the ordinary. It was unlike him to pass something like that down.
His ears flicked up with the scent of a lioness drew near. His golden orbs narrowed as he tried to pick her out in the distance and the he saw her. A pale white lioness heading his direction. She seemed to be blissfully unaware of his presence so he chuffed to her allowing her the knowledge that he was there. Aiolos didnt want to give the wrong impression of trying to spook her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 2:44 am
If she had been closer to the heart of the pridelands, perhaps she would have made an excuse - she was hungry, maybe - and avoided the meeting. It would be difficult to keep up her usual cheerful front today. Her late night had not made the morning easy thus far.
But she had inadvertently neared the prideland's borders, and the idea of a long walk back on her own did not appeal to her. So she pricked her ears in grateful acknowledgement of the black lion's warning, and made her way toward him.
He was an unfamiliar face, but he seemed friendly enough. In any case, the notion of potential danger never crossed her mind. She had to be fearless - she couldn't spend all her life wondering about what could happen and how that might affect her. She refused to even truly acknowledge her disadvantage.
"Hello," she greeted the strange lion with a smile. Already, the shields were going up, and any pain or fatigue she felt was masked.
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2010 8:42 pm
Aiolos was never a good analyst, only when he knew someone could he tell if they were hiding something, lying and that of the sort of thing...emotions. His ears flicked toward the sound of distant rustling and the form of a lioness arose. She was petite, well to him most were smaller. He was bulkier than most.
She seemed rather, nice...too nice? He could be a cold blooded killer for all she knew. Too trusting, he was always on the outside with others. He could only let so few into his personal life, life had never been easy for him."Good afternoon," he replied. His face was gentle, and non threatening despite the lack of a smile.
"Do you live dwell in these lands?" he inquired and he sat back watching the female.
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