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 Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 1:42 pm
Today was one of those days when his mind zoned out while his paws took him where they pleased. He could no more slow his pace by sheer force of will than he could fly by the same force of will. Today he did not have a journey, the journey had him.
The sun was westering, slanting more into his eyes, flitering past his thick forelock on his mane. His orange eyes were slitted against the brightness, his coat dusty and warm from the sun's rays that had soaked in all day. His thoughts were floating off in a netherworld of randomness, his body picking its way along at a steady trot without needing to be directed conciously. He moved as if he had a destination, though for him such a thing was of no consequence. It was the moving that mattered. The going. Not the being there or arriving. Wherever his paws led him, that was his destination.
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 12:17 am
The lioness' black tail drifted back and forth across the roots poking up from the ground. At the moment, Aislin was lying lazily across a flat boulder that sat beside a low hanging tree. It was just the perfect size, at just the perfect angle, with just the perfect amount of shade hanging over it, that she simply did not want to move.
Granted, she knew that she would eventually need to get up. She had been in this area for quite a while now, and it was high time for her to move on with her travels. Being the rogue that she was, it was a habit to never stay in one place for too long. Staying in one place meant a higher risk of running into others... and her head pounded at the thought of that.
Letting out a frustrated growl, she flipped herself over onto her back, and gave a one-eyed glare at the tree branches above her. She really did not want to get up. Perhaps she could bring the rock with her...? A snort followed that train of thought. Honestly, how could she possibly carry something like this with her? Clearly her mind was becoming addled if it was coming up ideas like that.
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 10:33 am
Perhaps it was the sand color of her belly. Perhaps it was the mottling of the tree's shadows over that sand color. Perhaps even it was the branches themselves shielding her, but regardless of the why, Vigo simply did not see the lioness. He wasn't intentionally being oblivious to anyone else. Between not seeing her and the sun in his eyes and the drive in his blood, he could hardly be blamed... at least under his own concience.
He didn't actually step on her, at least not really. He was bounding along and managed to place his paws just right so that he ran over her, paws landing to either side of her form. It startled him to feel something or someone under him unexpectedly, and he threw himself to the side, moments too late, so that he dodged nothing at all, merely veered to the side afterwards.
This, of course, caused him to stumble. One paw folded underneath him, and he came tumbling down onto one shoulder painfully. He gave a rowl of pain and righted himself to a sitting position, favoring the side that had hit the dirt. He had at first had the instinct to apologize right off, but the subsequent fall made him scowl. He cast a suspicious glance at whatever or whomever he'd bounded over. Was it their fault, or his?
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 12:50 pm
Aislin wasn't quite sure what hit her at first. She was about give in and drift off to sleep, fully content to ignore the world once more, when she felt a form appear very suddenly above her. Eyes snapping wide open, she let out a short yowl and scrambled off to the side, just in time to see whoever-it-was tumble to the ground.
Heart thumping wildly in her chest, she blinked down the the black-and-red form sitting in front of her, taking in the fact that he - because it was indeed a male - was another lion with gold markings contrasting against the rest of his body. He also had a scowl on his face, probably from tripping over her.
Indignation shot through her. It wasn't HER fault he was not looking where he was going. A little voice in the back of her head noted that she had been lying there, partially hidden, and he might not have seen her, but it was overshadowed by the rest of her brain, which was screaming at the injustice of being woken from such a nice nap.
Fur bristling, she spat out, "Are you blind!? Watch it!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 9:18 am
Well that did it. He had a very soft spot for females, but he wasn't a den floor to be stepped all over either. Granted, he'd been the one to run her over, but then again he was the one who'd hit the dirt, not her. So despite her gender, he rose to the challenge. He drew himself up and stood on all four paws, ignoring the protestations of the bruised shoulder. "Shall I go try it again and this time let myself step on you?" He glowered at her, indignant and stung by her lack of appreciation for his fall in an attempt to not hurt her. Even if it hand been too belated to be of any good. The good intention had been there, and by golly she should acknowledge it!
"It isn't as if I snuck up on you, after all! Kinda hard to not hear a full grown male come pounding up on you. So if I'm blind, you must be deaf." He bared his teeth in a feral, mocking grin. Deaf and blind, they made quite a sparring pair. His tail lashed, though whether in excitement or irritation, it was hard to tell. It had been a while since he'd met a spitfire of a girl, and he found it both intriguing as well as exasperating.
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