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 Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 12:15 pm
Being a habitué of the Roguelands had its moments of glory as far as mortals were concerned. Mwokoti could remember a time where the world's vagabonds were criticized as mangy ingrates. They steered clear of unwelcoming pride borders, and in exchange, the lions of said prides shooed their descendants away from outsiders. Any glances or words spared to them were never without someone's nose stuck high up in the air. Never did they speak as if on equal footing with these insubstantial strangers.
A saying favored among the elderly had never been more accommodating to the truth: "The times are changing!"
Either that, or she didn't remember the past as well as she thought; her memories did give the impression of being skewed lately. But she was sure she remembered viciousness from Firekin, hesitance and hostility from the Mistweavers, just to name a few. What she had once assumed about all prides - that rogues were not welcome, or at least not without some form of quarantine beforehand - was no longer so. Now, she had come to expect the opposite.
Prides...
More and more, prides were not only embracing newcomers, but constructed of them. Be it ancestors of fallen lines or new blood all together, groups were forming with their roots in the land of the wanderers.
It was interesting.
Due to this change in public opinion, Mwokoti was less cautious than ever when scoping out freshly established territories, even under the guise of a mere mortal out the middle of the day. She soared to the ground like a bird, landing gracefully on all fours. Her wings folded back. Her image, like a mirage, melted away from a Goddess elegance and humility to just another lioness roaming around. Being "caught", for lack of a better term, wasn't a huge deal; therefore, she didn't throw herself into a frenzy when she turned and found herself face-to-face with a lion who had surely witnessed her illusion being put into place.
Or... maybe not.
"You're blind," she concluded swiftly, staring at his feckless eyes. "A blind rogue?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 1:28 pm
He hadn't been doing much this day. Possibly his age catching up to him. Mind you he was only at least 8 years of age and still had years in front of him look out to.
His family had been coming to mind recently. It was odd for him to be thinking of his family.. Dawning on the time when he had left them. He didn't feel remorseful of it. They wished to much of the lion. To lead a pride was to much for this blind rogue. Well..
More so it was to much for him when he was younger. He had the heart of a leader within the body of a rogue.
He was a traveler. If he ever had a pride now, they'd probably travel a lot. His large paw hit the earth below him when he heard the flapping of wings, they weren't avian. He could hear a heavier gant. But then felt the essence to be masked. A God?
His head canted just lightly as his dark mane had been fluffed out slightly, making him appear his age today. It was from a quick dry under the sun within the Serengeti Plains. Nearing the large body of water.
"A blind rogue." He replied to her question. "I am guessing, you're a goddess with sight. Or something with large wings. You don't sound like a bird. You weigh more then even a vulture." He hummed. "Pardon me. You were something with large wings. I don't sense them anymore." He babbled a bit.
Shaking his head. "Kivuli Faraji." He bowwed his large head to her lightly. Not due to her being a Goddess, just something Kivu believed in; chivalry to females.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 2:31 pm
Mwokoti shifted her shoulders, where her wings would have been, and evaluated him without reserve. Modesty seemed to her an outdated practice when in company of the blind. He wasn't the first of them she'd met, and with her lifespan of forever, he wouldn't be the last. Absorbing his telling features - the mane most of all - led her to wonder if she would be the last Goddess he met, though. This lion was an aged one.
That hadn't stopped him from achieving a winsome first impression, but surely that surreal instinct of his wasn't so flawless he could tell she was staring. Still. Nor could he anticipate the expression of wonder; her voice sounded far too flat to suggest it.
"Kivuli Faraji," she recited. There may have been no evidence of admiration in her tone, but it did serve as a placeholder for an unmistakable edge of suspicion.
Mortals like him were largely to thank for her affinity towards their kind. Unlike them, Gods were given these immense powers to handle their problems, albeit they were well-deserved when their 'problems' were the dilemmas that kept existence itself mobile. She acknowledged those hardships, but in doing so, never felt it anything but ignorant to downplay the trials their more worldly counterparts faced. Problems like death, starvation and being a lone, blind rogue - or so he claimed.
He'd confirmed her initial suspicion without delay, but the longer she stood there, the less and less convinced she became there wasn't more to it than that; a familiar and supernatural nagging was insisting there had to be.
"You're right," she conceded. "My name is Mwokoti. Is there no one with you?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 3:24 pm
His eyes stared off, shifting when they grew uneasy but only because they needed his eyelids to blink. He thought of Gods and Goddesses with a heightened love. Sure, power was one of the reasons. But the main was because he somewhat pitied them for not going though a life like mortals could. Or they didn't have such bad flaws as a blind older rogue.
He heard his name and his head lifted a little. His movements weren't as much so like the blind youth. This lion had years with his disability. Years to understand where things where coming from instead of blindly looking towards the source of words. But his eyes didn't lift to look at the Goddess. Nothing would be seen by the soft dead blues.
"Do you suspect me wrong Mwokoti?" He asked when he felt the odd air between them. "I can assure you if I was to zone out of the sounds and then smells of things I would definitely run myself into a tree of sorts."
He let himself haunch in a sitting position. His muscles of age and a well trained past flexxed. He was old, but he was still a looker. For a mortal lion anyways.
"There hasn't been since I was rather young." He admitted and shrugged. "I have talked to many in my days. But none have come to follow. It doesn't bother me. Though some days I bore myself and stare off into the darkness that is space." He chuckled. An old, hearty chuckle.
"I don't tend to noticed a Goddess alone? Sometimes you come in groups much like prides. Would it be reckless to ask what your domain is?" He was curious. He hadn't met any Gods before. He only knew lore of them. Not that they were myths. He knew they were around. Existing.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 3:52 pm
"Sometimes you come in groups much like prides."
Mwokoti's defined grimace was unavoidable hearing that. Her relationship with her fellow Gods was fickle - trying to figure it was almost guaranteed to leave anyone fatigued. They all felt like flesh and blood to her, and she loved them in a way one would love relatives they didn't necessarily like. She had found comfort and assistance among their ranks, as well as death and the knowledge of what a single, clever traitor could do. But regardless of any other factors, of one thing she was certain: Gods should never be in groups. Ever.
"Would it be reckless to ask what your domain is?"
"Yes, and I'd advise more caution with my..." There had to be some word that was appropriate but wasn't insulting. She just had to find. The struggle through her eloquent vocabulary took an uncomfortably long while, but eventually she would tell him, "You must be more careful with the others. Not all of them are crafted in the name of mercy for your kind."
Most of them weren't, she'd venture to say.
"My place is as guardian of the lost. The living North Star, so to speak. The lost themselves are my domain." Mwokoti hadn't so much paused to breathe, and went on to remark, "You really should find another pride before you starve, Kivuli Faraji."
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 11:40 am
He bowwed his head a little. "I figured you weren't of the kind who'd be merciless of my mortal blood." He admitted once again. He was truthful, that's how he was and that's how he liked it. It did get him in tiffs and debates with many. He tended to use his age against them though.
He remembered a time when lions and other species weren't alright with padding up to one another. "I will watch what I say." He nodded.
He listened to her title and smiled. "Goddess of the Lost." He swished his head a little to give a somewhat headtilt. "It is intriguing you would come to the rogue lands. To seek out those whom are lost, to find a lion whom hasn't had a home for many years." He chuckled. "If I've been living for so long without a pride some would say I am not starving in the least. My eyes may be gone.. But my ears, my nose, my heart and my passion to live have not left me since I was just a mere juve. I know how to hunt, but I am gracious and thanking towards your caring words."
He blinked his hollowed eyes. "I am too looking.. In the metaphorical sense, for those whom need comfort. Some would say I wish to adopt family.. And possibly have one before my time in the living plane is up."
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 12:13 pm
Time and time again, mortals were apt to use passive, filler words in place of more accurate - but also less politically correct - dialogue. When they said her travels were 'intriguing', they tended to mean 'strange' or were just implying she had gotten an unfavorable assignment. Whether or not someone was a liar didn't matter much; they were more often than not automatically polite to the deities and didn't notice.
She wondered if he was the same, and she knew her presence was no more 'intriguing' than zebras traveling in a herd would be intriguing. These things were the law of nature - they were supposed to happen and always would happen.
"There's no one for me to find for you," Mwokoti said, somewhat to herself, voice laced with a feeling regret. "If you were looking for someone - lost from someone in specific - I could help you."
Her domain extended to being lost from family, friends and lovers, too. Places were just more common a problem.
"I can bring to you orphans and rogue females, however."
It wouldn't be the first time she'd done it for someone.
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 8:50 am
He watched her comtemplate. He almost felt bad, she had shown up to a lion whom needed barely nothing. He was a good lion on his own. He didn't need to find love, to find those lost. He just wanted to at some point within the time he was there.
His blank eyes shifted from the Goddess' approximate where abouts. "I have never lost anyone before. I have merely just left on my own accord. Or let them leave due to the fact they wished to grow old and seek their own families.." He seemed to speak moreso in a comforting fashion. He was just a lion who wanted to be kind to everyone who was kind in reply.
"I feel my love within the future should be founded and sorted through before I request a Goddess to do such." He smiled to her, an elder's smile. Calm, collected and understanding. "It is appreciated. If you wish to have someone help you out within your line of duty. And if Cubs tend to be a heavy weight on your shoulders, I will help anyone who needs such help. I am sure your domain is heavy and busy already.."
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 6:25 pm
"And if cubs tend to be a heavy weight on your shoulders..."
Those words sunk in like a fallen ship would plunge into the sea; slowly, but damned to stay there until the end of days. The lower the sickening feeling in her stomach descended, the more her ears and corners of her mouth dropped right along with it. He'd done no harm intentionally; he couldn't have known how.
There were a lot of reasons those words provoked dread and regret. Her own children whom she'd left behind - one in particular - and those two Prideland juveniles she'd allowed to tag along. Her mistake there had been assuming they'd grow homesick and wary.
"It's rare that I come across rogue cubs, but should I, I will bring them to you."
Rogues had their own Gods, like everything did, but she doubted him capable of being everywhere at once. She faced that problem every day. At that very moment she stood chatting with a stranger, invisible puppet strings pulled at her from countless directions.
A runaway was trying to get back home.
An adolescent on their first hunt had wandered too far.
The list went on and on. Endless. Forever endless, probably.
"There are other places I'm needed, but I will remember your name and face."
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Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2013 11:52 am
With her final words he let her think on them of course. Her thoughts on bringing him those who are lost was somewhat an enlightenment. Kivuli was always thought of needing help. But in the end Kivuli wished only to help.
It made him a bit different. But there were many chivalrous lions out there.
When she finally suggested leaving Kivuli smiled. "I do hope so, I will remember your voice... But go where you are needed. I wish not to disrupt a goddess looking for the lost." He dipped his mawl and made his way as well.
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