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 Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 1:40 pm
The hunt had gone reasonably well. Everyone had ate well, and Nomvula even had a bone with meat still on it that she was gnawing. She wasn't about to admit that she had a sore tooth, it wasn't one of the important ones, or anything, but it was another sign of the age that she was so voraciously denying.
So she was taking her time with her dinner. It was her prerogative, wasn't it? She gnawed a little longer, watching the other pride members curiously. That one wanted in that male's bed, but hadn't made a move yet. That one preferred a lighter lion, but wasn't going to tell because she was dark--
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:05 pm
Awiki, a new addition to the pride and inexperienced with its ways, sat beneath the shade of a single tree. Surrounding her were strangers, in the sense that she only knew most by name, lions and lionesses that she neither bothered to interact with nor had the chance to. She often felt discomfort watching the hoard eat their fill and lounge in what coverage was offered, but would usually refuse to shuffle off on her own. This afternoon she rolled those bright blue eyes around at the thought.
Although she played a strong part in any hunt, acting relatively well when sprinting shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the girls and reacting with class and a certain kind of sportsmanship, she did have an extremely selfish side that only strengthened the hate and misery felt. Sure, there were times when it seemed she neared a turning point; where life looked to fall into place and her position within the pride seemed to solidify, but those moments were quick to fade and her snippy persona was what hardened in the end.
Her greed would often get her into trouble too, which for most would discourage misconduct but again did nothing for Awiki. Today seemed to be no different, after having tried to grab a few extra hunks of meat off a carcass reserved for others and getting her rear end scolded for the action.
“What are you, some kind of pig?” Nombuso spat, one of the few elders in the bonelands with enough power to yell at a stone and still be revered. She was kind of frightening, bearing into the blue eyes Awiki bulged innocently while having no response to the attempted, cutesy expressions. In fact, Nombuso scoffed in Awiki's face as the seconds passed and the peachy girls silence lingered. “We don’t take from the pride like that. We share. We are a family.”
It was then that the entire day shifted for the worse. That "old hag" was out of her league messing with the cream lass, and although she was far too embarrassed to say anything in that moment, a vengeance conjured within her. Regardless, Awiki from then on wore a façade tinged with guilt and animosity, and further decided that if she must suffer then so should someone else.
As the day became hotter and her frustration escalated, it was then that she spotted a second old lioness chewing on her share of the meal and quickly took to the opportunity. This one doesn't look too strong; perfect.
Moving in and around the gathered lot, Awiki leaned forward when the space between her and the strange female became only a couple of feet apart, speaking in a way that was meant soley for the pairs ears only, “You are chewing like the dirty bison, I can hear you all the way over there. Could you please shut up?”
And then, from her fallen face a grin spread fast and wide.
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Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 8:15 pm
"And you are speaking like a mongrel b***h, would you please go away," Nomvula growled, her eyes narrowing on the youngster dangerously. She hadn't made it to this age--not that she was that old, of course--without a few fights. This scarless whelp had no idea what was in store for her if she thought she was going to pick a fight.
Who was this one related to again? Oh, who cared? She wasn't one of Nomvula's, and that was the important part.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 8:35 am
"I would," the lioness sassed, batting her lashes while stepping back just a couple of feet. Her grin stayed where it was, ears pushed forward for optimal support. "But what good would that do me? I can not take a nap or even turn the other cheek without hearing your insistent chewing. Look around, everyone else has finished; have those pretty little fangs rotted out of our graying head yet? I could take that bone from you and give you something gummy to slobber on."
Awiki's tail flicked back and forth anxiously while her thoughts gathered; was it right to entice a stranger this way? Surely she did not want a fight right now, not with her safe position in the pride threatened to be pulled out from beneath her feet with the slightest disturbance on her part. Shrugging her shoulders back and softening her furrowed brows, Awiki spoke again.
"Actually no, I do not care if you continue to chew the way you do. Trust me, it is annoying as hell but...well, anyways would you mind telling me your name? I am...sorry to have come off so rude, my day has been a bit of a headache."
Nombuso was her target, not this old girl...not yet.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 2:36 pm
"Oh, really," Nomvula gritted out, not about to give up her bone to the greedy wench. "You haven't been with this pride nearly as long as I have. If you were to start a fight with me, do you think you'd keep your position? Or your pretty, scarless body?" she asked. "The older you get, the dirtier you fight, girl." It was a lesson this mouthy wench needed to learn, and one that Vula would be willing to teach her physically if the words didn't sink in.
"My name is Nomvula," Nomvula told her.
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