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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 3:57 pm
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It wasn't a rumor, not yet. Not enough people knew. And yet she'd heard about the new lioness from several different sources. The Scouts and Guards spoke of a ravaged body, barely alive, a miracle of the Goddess. The Healers spoke of narrowed blue eyes that watched every move with suspicion. All spoke of pink fur, slashed by white scars. Tarafa had heard about the new lioness in the Kitwana'Antara in passing from many people on her rounds, and now she would go to the source.
In the heart of the pridelands were the dens of the sick and the dens where the injured were cared for. It was to the latter the blue lioness went, pausing outside the doorway. These dens saw a lot of use, and it wasn't the first time she had been in this one to speak with someone...
She shook her head to clear her thoughts and padded in. "Good evening," the Bard greeted the stranger, waiting to see what her reaction was.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 4:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 4:42 pm
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All things considered, it wasn't the coldest reception Tarafa had received. Mentally shrugging, the blue lioness settled herself on the ground facing the stranger. She could engage in a silent staring contest, but that would be counterproductive. So...she would talk and, as a Bard would, listen.
"It's poignant, I think, that this den faces into the west and the setting sun. Like so much of the Kitwana'antara, it speaks of death without mentioning it." The blue lioness didn't mention that people she knew -more than one of them - had died in this very den. It wasn't something the stranger needed to know at this point.
"But I don't think dying is something that is on your mind," Tarafa went on. She could see before her the numerous scars, the fierce gaze. The muscles beneath the thin skin had been powerful and would be once more wehn the pink lioness had recovered. "No, I think you are one who brings death to others and one whom death passes by. Am I right?"
Never mind that she hadn't introduced herself and that she didn't actually know the stranger's name. The little she'd seen and what she'd heard made her think that it would be best to jump right in. And certainly she could find out little things like names later when she was putting the story together in a form that could be recited rhythmically for the pride.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 4:49 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 4:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 5:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 5:38 pm
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Hrrrrm. Perhaps she had misjudged. She had managed to get a response out of the pink lioness before, but now they were back to the staring contest. The only thing that had really changed was that Tarafa had told the stranger her rank. She'd encountered both respect and derision for the path she'd chosen, but never outright hate before. It was...an unsettling reaction.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, deliberately breaking eye contact once more. "I don't mean to offend you or anything," she spoke, opening her eyes. "And I won't pester you if you really don't want to talk to me at all." Tarafa paused. "I can't - won't - promise than anything you say to me will stay out of a story, but anything you tell me you truly don't want to be known will stay between us." The stranger couldn't deny her fodder for her tales, but the blue lioness respected that some things had to remain private.
"And if you really want me to leave, I will. But," Tarafa's eyes twinkled mischeviously, "I would bet an entire antelope that you're getting mighty bored of this den by now. Bored enough that no matter how much you hate my profession, you won't chase me away."
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 8:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 8:37 pm
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Tarafa frowned as the sound of the pink lioness grinding her teeth reached her white ears. That wouldn't do...but she wasn't sure what to do about it. And now it seemed the stranger was refusing to talk at all. Hm. Well, that just meant she'd have to be more creative. Her duty involved learning the stories the pink lioness brought to the pride, and the elders had always said that Tarafa would do all that was necessary to see her duties completed, even in those long ago days before Uzazi died...
Long ago days. Maybe she was going about this the wrong way. "You know," she commented to the stranger, "I've often thought that the success of anyone or anything - be it individual or pride - depends on knowing and understanding what's happened in the past. I don't know what Nawiri's told you about the Kitwana'antara, but I think you might benefit from hearing what history we do know." She paused, eying the other lioness. When the other didn't react (though she'd stopped grinding her teeth), Tarafa continued.
"Long long ago there was a pride which thought themselves superior to all others. They closed their borders and cut themselves off from the world. They thought they were perfect. This displeased the gods, and the Goddess of Pestilence decided to teach them a lesson. She sent to them a rogue lion, ill and desperate. The pride refused to help the stranger, and he soon died.
Before long a sickness began to spread through the pride. Many fell ill. More died. Until at last only two survived. They wandered amongst the rogue lands, seeking others to help and aid them, trying to join or form a new pride, but the illness followed them everywhere, striking down so many lions that they were cheered only by seeing leopards, cheetahs, hyenas and others, who did not catch the sickness, it being a disease of lions only.
In time, the lions settled and formed a new pride, the Kitwana'antara. Our name menas 'a pledge to live with disease' and we worship the Goddess of Pestilence. We understand that death is an inevitable part of the cycle of life, and we do what we can to keep the disease within our own borders, but we still live our lives as any pride would. We are content with our lot, and know that simply because our pride is built around a plague doesn't mean that is the only death that will come to us. Indeed, it is only the fortunate whom the Goddess chooses to walk with her."
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 9:35 pm
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The pink lioness had hoped that the blue lioness would give up and leave after her silent refusal to cooperate. But then she had started talking sense. Mittere knew full well that she had seen strategists and tacticians make disastrous mistakes that could have been avoided if they'd only studied what their predecessors had done. It was, in fact, one of the reasons why she thought Bards valuable.
And then Tarafa began to tell the story and Mittere understood what it was that made the other lioness a Bard. This wasn't just a dry recitation of facts, though the pink lioness suspected that there were many details left out - whatever the reason, it wasn't important.
It wasn't just a well-told tale though. This was the history, the very origin of the pride. And hearing this, Mittere was able to begin to understand some of the disaparate pieces of information Nawiri had given her days ago. Tarafa hadn't mentioned whatever more recent disaster had cemented their worship of Pestilence, but that was something that people still remembered and had lived through. This was older.
And this touched a chord in Mittere she hadn't known was there. Hadn't she gone from pride to pride, offering her skill as a Warrior to those whom she thought she could help? Training their youngsters and leading them into death? Yes, she understood something of what those original members had experienced...though it was skewed a different way, of course.
And the Kitwana'antara existed, in a very real way, to protect the rest of the prides and the rogues from a plague that would likely never go away in any of their lifetimes - from Tarafa down to the cub that had visited the pink lioness mere days ago. This was why they needed Guards and Warriors on the borders. This was why they had brought her into the heart of the pridelands only because her wounds had been so severe. Everything fell into place in a way it hadn't before.
This revelation didn't mean that she was going to suddenly be nice and considerate to everyone. And she still didn't think much of Gerda and she still didn't trust Nawiri enough to confide to the Healer that she thought she might have the disease.
But it was another way to look at this pride she'd found herself trapped in. Tarafa had given her that. The pink lioness, however, was still a fighter and if she had to concede this round to her blue guest, she was going to do it her way, damnit!
"There's no way I'm telling you any stories tonight," she stated flatly. "A mere Warrior is no match for a Bard." The pink lioness couldn't sneer the last word after the masterly told story, but that didn't mean she liked Bards any better!
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 10:03 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 10:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 10:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 10:56 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 10:45 am
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