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 Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 7:44 pm
Pirata Alto - played by Buffy_the_Bloody
Omari - played by Mogami
Mogami
Through the early fog
Across the open fields
The sea is calling me
The sea is calling me
The seagull flies above
Tell me what you see
The sea is calling me
The see is calling me
No, no, no. Not good enough.
The young cub was sitting on a dark rocky formation watching the vast blue sea that glimmered under the fierce sunlight, a little far away from the other cubs. He was fond enough of the soft – almost melancholic - melody that went rather well with the innocent singing voice of a cub but he certainly had to work on the lyrics. It didn’t even rhyme! And Omari liked when songs rhymed.
The wenches could see him so they didn’t bother him too much and his sister was taking a nap which meant he wouldn’t have to worry about keeping Zamora out of trouble for a while. It was a pleasant day and the cub narrowed his eyes contently as the salty breeze ruffled his short mane. He kept humming the tune under his breath, his eyes wandering to the object the unspoken lyrics.
Buffy the Bloody
Pirato wasn’t the type to deal with cubs. But this one was sitting watching the waters rise and fall along the shore. He was in his favorite spot, and so he felt the need to go and push the cub away to a new place. Walking closer, he cocked his head as he stopped when he neared him.
"What is it, that you’re staring at?" He asked, already knowing but hoping that maybe his presence would scare the other off. He failed at being intimidating and so he had to rely on his size with cubs. However, it had been a loong time since he had scared a cub off.
So he sighed and shook his head. He had just made himself walk right up to yet another cub… and he was going to have to have a conversation... he just knew it.
Mogami
Omari was far too focused on what was in front of him to notice who had approached him from behind before the adult spoke. The cub heard the lion speak before he could hear his steps or smell him which was quite remarkable considering most adult males usually had a really strong scent to them. He recognized this lion though as would any other in this pride. It was the Commodore, Pirato. Though he greatly disliked being randomly approached (and caught singing at that!), Omari couldn’t just ignore the pride leader, to whom he owed his loyalty. And Makena did seem to respect him so it made sense to Omari to show some deference.
“The sea. The waves. The seagulls. The sand. You’re Pirato, the Commodore.” His tone was completely devoid of emotion but the cub did bow his head to show some respect before his eyes drifted to Pirato’s colorful feather with great interest. “I’m Omari, son of Makena.”
Buffy the Bloody
Pirato noticed the look in the youngsters eyes, and he took a look at his affects. This youngster was eyeing his loot! He cleared his throat, and made sure to keep a good eye on the boy. He was FAR too paranoid about his items, but he didn’t realize it.
"Omari. Aye, One of Makenas brood. She did alright bringing in the likes of ye'.." He said with a nod. The litter seemed to have a lot of hope and future with the pride. It made him happy, though for now they were still utterly useless.
"What was that you were singin'?" He asked, placing a paw over his feather in a defensive way.
Mogami
Omari had the decency to feel mildly ashamed when Pirato noticed his intense staring of the pretty feather and seemed to react somewhat protectively to it. The pride members didn’t steal from one another so it hadn’t occurred to the cub that his interest might seem rude. He assumed that it was his young age that was bothering the Commodore. Well, he might be young but Omari – and his siblings, he assumed – already knew and understood the pride rules perfectly well. He wouldn’t touch another pirate’s loot, not even as a joke. And he most certainly wouldn’t touch the Commodore’s loot, not ever.
“A song I made up.” The cub said somewhat reluctantly and quickly tried to draw the attention of the adult to a far more interesting subject. “Where did you find that tail band? It’s so pretty, did you steal it?”
Buffy the Bloody
Now Pirato was known for making up a good story or two. He was good at embellishing quite a lot and the truth was usually never even close. It didn’t matter though, once he recited a story he never forgot it, though if you got him drunk enough he could very easily mix two stories together.
He was quick to forget about the cub’s singing for now. He didn’t really care about anyone’s personal life enough to push.
"That I did, mate. Stole it from a leopard twice my size. It wore it around its tail, and I made 'eem put a good fight for the bobble. But I got it, nearly ripped his tail clean off." He said.
Mogami
“Twice your size?” Omari said with wide eyes, finally turning to properly look at the full grown lion in front of him, not doubting him at all. He had never seen a leopard before but he imagined them to be fearsome creatures if they could grow up to be so big. He would’ve asked more about leopards but he didn’t want to make his ignorance too obvious. The cub was getting a little excited now which surprised him greatly as he had rarely felt this kind of thrill in his short life. The cub realized he was drawn to the older lion’s little trinkets and he was not shy to press his luck and hope to fish out another exciting story. He wondered how those intricate dark bands – leg warmers? – would look on his light coat. “And the feather? Did you take it from a bird?”
Buffy the Bloody
Pirato nodded and grinned.
"Aye lad, twice my size." He repeated, his voice clearly in the zone for storytelling.
He saw the excitement light up the cub’s eyes. It made him sit a little taller. If there was one thing he liked, it was when others believed his story. He couldn’t help but smile. Maybe this cub, was different than the other ones Makena had born.
"I stole the feather from a bird, aye. It was quite entertaining. The bird was large, and there were at least twenty of them, barreling down on me. I thought they were going to eat me, but thankfully I was able to escape. One came at me, and soon met a quick end. Then the other birds celebrated. I had killed the big baddie of the birds. In return, and as a reward, they gave me this feather… The largest feather from the tail end of the baddie."
He grinned.
Mogami
“Big birds?! You mean… like vultures? Like big colorful vultures?” the cub craned his neck a bit trying to look at the feather from various angles. Touching it would be very poor manners but the cub couldn’t help but to feel tempted to break the personal space line he so respected. It really was an amazing feather. “Wow…”
“And those bands? Did someone make them for you or did you steal them?” Omari’s blue eyes shown like sapphires, suddenly mimicking the ocean behind the little cub. The bands were intricate and quite pretty to look at and Omari wondered what they were made of. It looked a little like fabric and he was lately he found himself very interested in that sort of ornament. Some pirates like Pirato had these awesome bandanas on their manes and Omari would really like to know where he could get one. And the idea of “stealing”, though at first had sounded somewhat low and devious, was beginning to feel quite natural and exciting. “Like… from someone else?”
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 3:19 pm
Buffy the Bloody
He nodded dramatically, his eyes widening.
"JUST like that, mate. Exactly like that." This boy had a good imagination, though he liked to credit his liar skills for being able to urge on the imagining.
He liked his feather, and wouldn’t let the cub touch it, but he let him gawk a good bit.
When it came to his items, he was never one to share or let others touch. It was almost as if it ruined their power to him. He cleared his throat, straightening his back as he had swayed almost to a slouch.
He looked down at his golden bracelets and back at the cub. The cub stared at his sparkling prizes and he looked at the admiration showing on the young ones face. He liked when it was because of him a cub looked at him so admiringly.
"I stole these off a hippo who wanted to keep them all to himself. I doubt he'd even know what to do with them." He scoffed, giving mock annoyance. How could you be annoyed with something that never happened?
Mogami
“A hippo?!” Omari agreed, what would a hippo do with bracelets? “Why would he want them? It’s not like it would fit his fat legs…”
Well, whatever reason the hippopotamus had, it was meaningless unless it had the strength to protect them. Then again, Omari thought hippos were huge vicious beasts even though he had never seen one himself so it was hard to understand how someone could even consider stealing from them. Omari finally acknowledged that there was more to the dark lion than met the eye. He was, after all, the pride leader.
“Maybe he liked shiny things. They’re pretty big, right? So… you’re brave, huh? Did you fight the hippo? Were you hurt?” the young cub was quite sure he would never attempt something of the sort. It was a little tempting when he looked at something as pretty as the feather but Omari valued his own skin too much to ever attempt such a feat… that and the fact that there weren’t many things Omari considered worth fighting for.
Buffy the Bloody
He snorted. Sometimes you didnt have to fight to get what you wanted.
But he felt like indulging the boy. Omari seemed genuinely interested, and he was always at his best when telling the story of how Pirato Alta came to be.
"There was a large, vicious battle. All the hippos tried to turn against me, mate. It was danger on all sides." He said, using his paw to tell the story.
He placed his paws at the wrists together, and began moving them as if the hippos mouth was chomping on the air.
“Best not mess with one of 'um. Dangers buggers they are." He said with a nod.
He couldn’t wait for the day to tell Omari of the sea turtles.
Mogami
Omari stared, wide eyes and mouth agape as the older lion described the battle. He was a little crazy, too. He had to be. Seriously, who would mess with a bunch of hippos?!
“I won’t. Ever.” He said with absolutely no shame whatsoever. He knew that there very few things in the world that would make him approach a hippo much less fight one!
“Was all your loot that hard to get?” the cub asked with a slightly worried expression. His frown deepened. Honestly, he wanted to have pretty trinkets like his mother and Pirato but was getting killed for them worth it? “I don’t know if I’ll…”
Omari left his remaining thoughts unspoken. Pirato knew his mother and thought highly of her. It wouldn’t be nice to give him the impression that one of her cubs was cowardly. His face turned to face the ocean and the frown instantly vanished but the cub remained quiet.
Buffy the Bloody
Pirato saw nothing wrong with being a coward, in fact, he himself was a damn good one at times. And wanting to stay alive was hardly cowardice. He figured his stories were rather harsh when it came to young cubs and their views on things. He supposed he should lighten it up, but only because this was a cub. Otherwise he’d have continued with his stories of heroics and quick thinking.
"Course not. Why I got yer momma's loot from an abandoned den." He responded, hoping to show the cub he could have trinkets without being fearless.
"Keep at it boy, you'll find something to do in order to get you some loot. It’s a dangerous world, but you have to reign it in like you would a ship." He responded with a nod. He looked at the cub sober up. He gulped, and this is why he disliked cubs. What should he say now?
Mogami
“An abandoned den? Really?” Omari’s head little head turned quickly to eye Pirato with a happy little smirk. Well, he could do THAT. Finding lost stuff around didn’t sound particularly troublesome. Actually, it was definitely better than fighting off giant birds and fierce hippos.
Maybe once he was a little bigger he could sneak away like Zamora usually did and go look for something pretty at the borders. Maybe he could get Schylar or Cortez to join him. Not Zamora though. The idea of getting his sister into trouble wasn’t particularly appealing.
“Thank you, sir.” The cub said seriously but his expression had no traces of worry anymore. He had the sudden urge to go ask his brothers what they thought of a little expedition which was not only an unusual feeling for the pale cub but also one that would probably fade away before he had even reached the den. Oh well, it was progress. He really wanted to find one of his brothers right now. “With your permission, sir, I’ll take my leave.”
His politeness was mostly fueled by the good impression the cub now had of the pride leader and not just the respect his mother had taught him. He gave the older lion a quick nod before jumping from the rock and moved towards the rocky den with a light trot, looking like just about any regular bouncy cub would find in the pride. - FIN -
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