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 Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 1:11 pm
He had nothing else except for his family, pride and music.
This might seem like a lot to others but to him it was heart breaking. At this point he still had no clue where his ex-mate was and even though he was starting to get over it he was still very upset. He wasn't too sure of what to do with himself much anymore and even more he found it hardest to sleep. This lack of slept lead his children and siblings to worry about him, and especially his mother. But it also lead him out of the pride often, not because he wanted to leave but because he didn't know what else to do with himself and he didn't want to wake anyone up.
So thats what he found himself doing. He left his drum at home and wandered out of the pride for a while. He figured that he might as well with nothing else to do and with everyone sleeping. He trotted toward a place where he had been going for the past few nights, it was away from the area that he used to travel being as that is where he spent most of the time with what was now his exmate. He hated those words together but she was dead for all that he knew and he was upset by this. He felt like everywhere he really wanted to go was haunted by her. He even had to pick a new den in the pride because he really couldn't get over it that easily.
He sighed as he got closer to the water and flopped over by the side, he wasn't really that sure of what he was going to do with himself. He didn't want to leave his pride and all of his family but he wasn't sure what he was going to do. He wished that he could turn back time but right now the best thing that he had to do was escape into the world of music and the world of dancing and relax. He started at the water and extended his paws and started to tap them, making the best kind of beat that he coudl relax too, really something that he coudl mostly take his time off things with. It was going to be a nice day he was going to make sure of it.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 4:25 pm
Mour’tisha, Tish for short was finally making her way in life. She had a wonderful helper and friend Thei’ng and her Venus Fly Trap Kleopatra, Kleo never let her go.
Even though she was happy with her bird and plant she was never good with other lions. For some reason they never liked to be around her. She thought she was a typical lioness, enjoyed torture, hunting, singing abominable and heinous tunes, and an occasional fight never did harm; after all isn’t that what everyone enjoyed?
Tish was extremely reminiscing on her previous encounter with a rather odd lioness. She was lightly pelted with pink in her and so…. Cheerful. She would sing glorious and joyous tunes and always so happy. Sometimes Tish thought the poor lioness was dying or was under a horrible spell but it just turned out that the lioness was always like that. Eventually Tish left the lioness; it was just too frightful for Tish being around that lioness too long.
However tonight was particularly slow. Tish sent Thei’ng to find some food and shelter but Kleo was coiled around her front leg asleep. Tish walked through the rouge lands humming a rather dreadful tune that was similar to the “Funeral March”. Tish always loved music is was so dreadful and exotic. She felt a connection to it and went wherever the melody of the earth took her. That’s the thing about life it has ways of making things happen in unexpected ways.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 5:25 pm
Kova was feeling really upbeat and he was ready to go and start to dance and sing, even at some of the most random times he loved to sing and dance and today he was feeling like he needed to he really did. The distraction from his thoughts would be wonderful and not only that but something that he would enjoy a lot. He loved dancing a lot but when it came down to it he needed something to dance to whether he liked it or not and even though he didn't like dancing he really needed to sing to something.
And so he started he started with the beginning of a song something that he could easily dance to and something that he could easily sing he had heard this song since he was really young. He really loved this song he was so used to it.
"Woza, oh woza
Woza mfana
Oh woza"
He grinned ear to ear and his feet started moving. The song was the song of his lands the songs that he loved to listen to this song and not only that but since he was little and learned it from his father he loved to dance to it. His feet moved quickly as he belted out the song the grin was still on his face he really couldn't help but to get excited and start to get a little more into it at this point he didn't care if anyone came over to his way.
"Busa le lizwe bo
Busa le lizwe bo
Busa le lizwe bo
Busa lomhlaba."
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 5:33 pm
Tish was in the middle of her own melonchaly tone when her ears began to twitch. Tish could hear a dreadfully cheerful, upbeat tone. The dark female made her way towards the tune.
Tish was a very mournful lioness, but thats what makes her happy. She passes by some flowers and couldn't resist slicing off the actual flower leaving only the stem. As she approached the male she noticed his lightly colored pelt. "That poor soul." She said quietly to herself shaking her head. Tish always felt sympathy for those lightly colored lions cursed with such a color must be horrible. He was alone, perhaps he was abondoned but his family and at the point of insanity where is was reaching a horribly cheerful place.
Tish couldnt' take it any longer; she walked to the lion and stopped a few feet away. "I feel so sorry for you... I'm sure some mud would help darken your pelt, theres no need to go to such a cheerful place.... Stay away from the light, come back to the dark side...." She said at the lion.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 1:04 pm
Kova was very surprised, and quite confused, at the sound of a voice, he wasn't expecting any company and he didn't know what to think about the lioness that was for sure a dark pelt and he knew that he hadn't seen her around here before. He was even more confused with what he was saying he had never heard something like that before. There were many lions in the pride that sounded like that. He paused for a moment and then looked at the lioness and thought about it for a moment. "Are you talking to me?" He asked curiously, not too sure what to think about the lioness.
He paused for a moment then shook his head. "there isn't anything wrong with my pelt. I don't know why you're sorry..." His voice trailed as he thought about it, he really wasn't that sure what she was talking about. "Dark side?" He asked once again his voice trailing. He froze where he was and looked at the lioness very confused not sure what to know about the lioness and what to think about the lioness this was something very odd that was for sure.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 7:11 pm
Tish watched the lion wide-eyed, “Of course I’m talking to you.” Who else would she be talking to? Perhaps he heard voices like mama, but she talked to spirits. Tish was very concerned at this point for the lion, he might have been sick, the dark lioness felt bad for the lion. “Why were you singing such a horribly joyous tune, in my family that’s a sign of death.” Tish spoke with concern for the lions well being and serious. Tish never was used to seeing anyone except her family. This poor light colors lion scared her. But it wasn't the fact that his pelt was light it was abnormal. It was black like night or white like a pale poor soul whos died. But it was a nasty tan color.
Tish became confused A lion who actually likes his light pelt, that was just a concept she couldnt begin to wrap her head around. Wow… He must have been really sick. “Are you sick? Are you feeling symptoms of happiness? How frequent have you been signing the melodically horrific tunes? It could be serious.” Tish was concerned and was asking some symptoms she knows of when her family is ill. It’s not that his singing was off key but it was so… up lifting, Tish has never know of a healthy lion to sing such happy tunes. It scared it on the inside a little.
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