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 Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 4:34 pm
Joto'Damu was stalking around the Rogue Lands simply because he could, also to get away from the growing number of people who seemed to care for the existence of his reject daughter, Kizuka. She was such the little tramp. Joto didn't give a rats a** if as an Umbikezeli it was her job to populate the pride with light colored cubs and further the inheritance of the pride's gift. She opened her legs up to an outsider and was causing turmoil within the pride because of it.
His large, old paws hit the ground with sound thump after thump as he made his way across the lands, a scowl permanently placed upon his face. He was not a nice old male, he was your worst nightmare. Mean, snide, sexist, and for the most part a speciesist as well. You wouldn't guess it by his long-time friend, Sadiki, but he was fond of the cheetah, and while he didn't find cheetahs or leopards on par with lions, they were much, much better than Wild Dogs, Hyenas or those damn Baboons.
Seeing a jackal cross his path, Joto let loose a roar and quickly came down upon the little beast, swiping it out of his path with one big stroke of his paw. He was not one to be messed with.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 4:43 pm
"Good show!" Came a cheery greeting from a large lion that had been walking by the other direction. Abiria had nothing against jackals, per say, but the show of strength had been quite phenomenal. The white-and-blue male padded over towards Joto without much concern. After all, he could throw his weight around if he needed, but he didn't intend to do more than say hello to the other lion and be on his way, rather than impeding his travel as the Jackal had. "Out for a walk?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 5:15 pm
Joto looked over to the young large male who was heading over his way, giving him a cheery greeting and sticking his fat nose into business that wasn't his own. Did these young ones have any manners these days? You don't come barreling up to a fella as if you've known him your whole life and just casually start a conversation with him, introductions were needed!
"I do not 'show'"," Joto said curtly, a little insulted that he thought the act of swiping a jackal to the side was impressive. It was a jackal, inferior to him in every sense of the word, of course it would fall underneath his very swipe.
"Were you not raised right, fluff-ball? You introduce yourself to someone before you try to hold a conversation with them," Joto said, giving him a half-hearted look of annoyance. He would tolerate it some because it was a lion and probably one born and raised by a silly whore-mother who didn't know any better herself.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 5:29 pm
Abiria seemed completely unconcerned by the older male's brash tongue and sharp use of languages. In truth, he had been raised alone and not exactly taught the manners of polite society. Not that Joto really counted as anything even resembling polite, but how was he to know that?
"If you say so." the other replied jovially, "Your decision how you want to take a compliment." Really, if the other wanted to be insulted by it, that was his business. Being friendly could be taken however whoever it was directed to wished.
The splotched male thought for a bit, "As you wish. I'm Abiria, who might you be then?" The younger male probably wouldn't dispute the old feline's claim that his mother was a whore, seeing as so far as he remembered of her, she had been something of the kind. A forgetful one too, at that, as she'd completely walked off without him and not remembered she even had cubs to begin with.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 9:35 am
Joto'Damu could already feel the annoyance dripping onto his coat each time Abiria spoke. He was becoming less than pleased with this encounter and fast. He had come out to the Rogue Lands to, well, at the moment he didn't remember his original intentions, but right now he knew he wanted to get away from this baboon and possibly find a very daft lioness to take complete advantage of and return to in several months to collect all his children.
"Joto'Damu," He replied curtly, not bothering to glance at the other as he scanned the savannah for someone suitable to release his carnal desires upon. He was sick of spreading his seed within the pride, too many children of his there, he needed new material.
"Boy, have you seen any women about?" He asked, or rather by the tone of his voice, demanded.
Joto was far from elegant when he spoke. He did not mince words and said exactly what he meant, which for the old fart meant that there was more than one speciesist or sexist remark going around whenever he ran into someone of the opposite gender or species. Sometimes his daughter wondered why he wouldn't just die already, but for the types like Joto, surviving is an ultimate spite to everyone still in existence.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 11:10 am
The fluffier lion was by no means unaware he was probably annoying the older male. Really though, all Joto had to do was walk away, if he really wanted to be rid of the younger lion. Not that Abiria completely thought the other's pride would allow that. That or it'd end in a fight, but he was pretty sure he could hold his own.
Joto's inquiry - or demand, whichever you preferred - was a lot easier to answer. Abiria may not be so curt or demanding with lady-types, but he could understand if this lion may be. Not his business - but then, the majority of this conversation wasn't Abiria's business anyway, he was just butting into it.
"Depends on the kind of women you mean. Lionesses, I assume? You don't look like the type who'd go near a cheetah or a leopardess." he commented before thinking if he'd seen any, "There are a different lionesses that live off in that direction. Not all of them are particularly friendly, but you can probably handle them." They weren't Abiria's type at all, but hey, Joto'damu could probably choose if he wanted a lady or not.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 9:02 am
Joto literally spat at the mention of a leopardess or female cheetah. He was no half-breed maker, not by a long shot. The notion that he'd even look at anything but a lioness was insulting, but again, this baboon was raised out on the Rogue Lands, where anything was accepted like common place. In fact, he was pretty sure it was common place and that was an even worse thought.
"Hmph. They don't have to be friendly. Attractive and strong is all that matters," Joto commented offhandedly.
Love and compatibility played no factor to him. He picked his deceased mate on looks and physical strength alone, not that he was particularly faithful to her. She was to him, though, and it was just another check mark on the list of things he has managed to domineer his whole life.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 12:16 pm
Abiria avoided the spit casually and remained completely calm about Joto's irritation. It was almost funny to see the older male get ruffled. Really, it'd be funny to see what'd happen if he somehow ended up with a cheetah or leopardess despite himself - he'd probably be furious.
"Well I don't know about your standards of 'attractive' but they are pretty strong." Abiria agreed. Right tough lionesses too.
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