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 Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 8:07 am
Of late, it seemed to Msiba, life had become increasingly dull. Mchawi had found a new companion in Moma, the raven that had brought back painful memories that Msiba had hoped to forget forever by being related to the last bird that Mchawi had befriended, and what had once been quality time spent with his only remaining sibling had become... time spent with Mchawi and Moma. And much as the handsome lion felt grateful that the raven was bringing joy to his sister, he couldn't help but feel robbed of Mchawi's company.
So to pacify his jilted ego, he had decided to take a walk. He firmly believed that all things could be fixed with a long enough walk, and - who knew - perhaps he would find something to suit his liking, be it food, company or otherwise. He wasn't altogether picky, but if the opportunities arose, he would be a fool not to take them. And any opportunity to work his silver tongue was good enough for him, even if that involved simply eating.
He padded along, making bee-lines for the nearest shade, before turning toward another, drawing behind him a jagged trail that started nowhere in particular and headed toward nowhere at all. He needed to have those goals ahead, those points that told him he had achieved something once he reached them. After all, how else could life be measured, if not by the achievements?
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 8:24 pm
Sitting alone in the shade of the trees that whispered melodies between her ears, Lamigisa let her eyes shut and let the breeze tickle her senses. She was a sweet little thing that floated from place to place at a terribly slow pace. There was something in her that wouldn't permit her to travel too far without tripping or injuring herself. It seemed to her that taking things slow like that made her realize that there was beauty in every place she went. That she tripped for reasons. Something small and insignificant caught her attention every time.
This time it was just the leaves in the trees. Her green eyes blinked open slowly and she looked down at the new cut on her snowy paws. It was typical, that was for sure. That was life! She sighed and peered around, laying down uncomfortably. It would be better to rest for a little longer before begging her travels back to no where, working on trying to fix her little stumbles.
"Sometimes I wish I had someone to travel with..." She whispered to the beetle plodding along past her. “It would be much better than talking to you.” She huffed at the little thing, blowing him away with her breath and missing him instantaneous. Now she was all alone again.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 4:04 pm
And he had thought that his day would have proved uneventful. Msiba had been fully prepared to spend his stroll sulking somewhat and thinking up creative insults that he would never actually intend to use - against anyone, much less against Moma. He had to remind himself that the bird made Mchawi happy, and therefore, should make him happy.
The day would have passed easily enough that way, but it seemed as though his luck had turned for the better, for he turned from one shade to seek another and lo and behold! there sat, not a hundred paces away under the leaves of more trees, a lioness.
The tall lion almost laughed aloud at his good fortune. So, fate had dealt him another good hand - not that he quite believed in fate. If anything, his own choices had led him to this moment, so the credit had to all be his. And he had found her all by himself. It was too delightful to even really wrap his mind around. There was no better cure for loneliness than company, and... as long as that company was female, it suited him just fine.
Now, as he stood, his mind was already picking out the most unobtrusive and least intimidating way to approach. He would never forgive himself if he scared her off. He settled for a song, and, half humming, half singing the melody and lyrics of a lilting song he had picked up somewhere along his travels, he shut his eyes blissfully, ambling in her general direction. As long as he wandered by within earshot, he was sure she would approach.
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