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 Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 3:08 pm
Mirsajadi Well, he was back. It had not been as quick a search as Mirsajadi had hoped it would be, and yet he did not feel that he had been wrong to hold out for as long as he had done until he found the banu he had ended up bringing back with him. Of course, the manner of Aylin's capture was not very much like the traditional tale of a lioness outwitted or overpowered, but Mirsajadi was not a lion who would ever be able to be a physical threat, even to a small lioness like Aylin, and he would not have found it much of a mental challenge to win a battle of wits against a Aylin, whose mind worked in unusual ways. Really, the only cause for dissatisfaction as far as Mirsajadi was concerned was that his older brother Raja had apparently beaten him back to the pride, and with several banu in tow. That was supremely annoying, actually. More annoying still was that Mirsajadi would have to grit his teeth and congratulate his brother on his success, which he was on his way to do now, having left his two banu in his den so that Zoey could continue to catch Aylin up on the pride's ways. Jazua This was... well, it wasn't at all like what she had planned on. It seemed that although she had succeeded in convincing Raja to keep her and provide for her, there were nuances in this pride that relegated her to a sub-standard ranking. While it didn't much bother her overall, it rankled that the arrogant male had chosen to do this because of her "lack of training". Apparently that amounted to hersimply not knowing the pride rules well enough, or not tamping down her "disrespectfulnees" enough. The whole affair was a great annoyance, and she chafed at the way Raja looked down his nose at her, despite all her efforts. She wasn't supposed to, she knew, but she had snuck away from the banu group to sit a distance from Raja's den and fume, though she kept her expression smooth. She wasn't sure if she could endure this situation or not.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 3:10 pm
Mirsajadi As Mirsajadi came upon his larger brother's den he could hear the sound of female voices engaged in low conversation. It wasn't raucus or riotous, so he could not make out exactly what was being said, but he could hear it taking place. That would be something he supposed he would have to get used to as well, the sound of females speaking around him. Get used to again, rather. He'd grown up with it, but the time he'd spent in the rogue lands had accustomed him to relative solitude and silence. There was one lioness who was not part of the group, he noted with some interest, and although good manners dictated that he ought to wait for his brother to make introductions between them Mirsajadi was not in a charitable mood toward his brother, though his reasons were purely selfish and perhaps even a little childish. Raja should not have been wherever he was, and should have seen to it that he was the first to greet Mirsajadi upon coming to the den, and not one of his banu. So if social niceties were ignored, it was not Mirsajadi's fault. The banu could still run for her pad if she felt it necessary, but Mirsajadi was prepared to say that they were all family now anyway, and it could hardly make any difference whether Raja introduced Mirsajadi to his banu or Mirsajadi introduced himself. Jazua She couldn't help her ears swiveling backwards in disgruntlement at hearing paws approach heavily. They didn't quite pin, but she knew even this minor expression of her feelings would earn her a sharp word at the very least from Raja, whom she assumed was the one approaching. Jaw clenched against the disapproval, she turned to look back over her shoulder at him... only to find it wasn't her Pad. Her ears relaxed into a puzzled expression. it was a male, with very similiar markings and colors. She rose to her paws and turned to face him, still clearly working out who this might be. Pride rules insisted she not speak first, she knew, but she found the rule ridiculous and rude to boot. "Greetings," she said pleasantly enough, though inwardly braced for further scorn and punishment. So far she hadn't been hurt, but she had a feeling with rules as stringent as this pride had, females could possibly be struck for disobedience.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 3:22 pm
Mirsajadi "Hello," Mirsajadi said. He was pleased with the way his voice had developed, even if it didn't seem to match his figure, which was barely larger than an adolescent lion's figure would be. He had a smooth baritone which could be velvety soft when he wanted it to be, and he usually did. "I'm Mirsajadi, one of Raja's brothers. I assume you're one of his banu." He didn't know the names of his brother's banu yet, and he didn't know if they would know his name. In the grand scheme of things, it was more important that they know his name than that he know theirs. They were only banu, after all. "Is Raja around?" he asked. He really didn't want to have to deal with his brother's smugness, but it was bound to come up sooner or later, and it was best gotten out of the way quickly. If he put it off, Raja would guess he was doing so and only be that much more smug and unbearable when he finally did get around to offering his congratulations. But maybe Raja wouldn't be around. Then it wouldn't be Mirsajadi's fault, would it? Jazua She considered him intently, lids lowered slightly. She resisted the urge to hold his making assumptions against him. He had the logical right to assume such a thing, since she was new and so near Raja's den. Under normal circustances it apparently made sense that she'd be one of his banu. But before she could reply, he asked about Raja. Her expression turned a little more cold at her Pad's name, though her chin came up slightly in defiance. Raja, Raja, Raja. She was getting heartily tired of it always being all about him. She clamped down hard on her atittude, so that her ears did not turn back to further betray her exasperation. "Pad Raja," she began, clearly being painstakingly careful to give him his proper title, "does not tell his kajira where he is going." There was subtle nuances of acid and bitterness in her tone, though she did her best to make it as respectful and polite as she could. She didn't want to admit how much it bothered her to be a kajira.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 3:41 pm
Mirsajadi Kajira? Really? Mirsajadi checked an impulse to look the female over for any sort of obvious defect. It would be rude and pointless, he was sure. Raja wasn't the type to take a female who was flawed in any readily apparent way, so whatever this lioness's defect was, it wouldn't be something he could discern at a glance, and attempting to do so could only waste his time. But he was curious now, and almost hoped Raja would be around so that Mirsajadi could do a little gloating. His brother already had a banu turn out to be unsuitable. Hah. "I don't suppose he would," Mirsajadi mused. "But even a kajira would know if he was around, would she not?" He glanced around and then looked back at the kajira with a smirk. She was already a kajira. He couldn't get her into too much more trouble. Though he supposed she might try to elevate herself by getting him into trouble. He wasn't afraid of that, though. In the end Raja was no more important or powerful than Mirsajadi himself, at least not in pridal terms. They had the same parents, and all, and if Raja was larger, Mirsajadi was convinced he was more intelligent. "Well, I'm going to guess that he isn't here, and hope I haven't come in on an attempt to escape. Personally, I only feel like running away when he is around, but I guess pre-emptive flight is another way of dealing with him." He was joking. Jazua She narrowed her eyes and drew herself up further in pride. "I may not be the perfect image of a banu," she replied sharply, "but I am not ungrateful. He has taken me in at my request. I have no reason to flee anything." She disliked his implication that if she was to attempt escape, she'd fail so miserably at it. Good grief, were all the males so haughty here? Kajira she might be, but she had her own dignity, apart from rank. "Was there something you needed, or did you come to prove familial aaaaatitude?" She drew out the first syllable due to catching herself from saying, "arrogance" instead. Curb your tongue, girl! she scolded herself, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly to calm herself. In a more polite and distant tone, she added, "I'm sure I could give him a message, if you wished to leave one." She briefly wondered if kajiras were trusted with anything like a verbal message, but if she wasn't, she'd find out, wouldn't she?
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 4:00 pm
Mirsajadi "Clearly you haven't spent much time talking to him then," Mirsajadi muttered. "If you've not found anything to flee." Ah, manners. They were so vitally, crucially important, particularly when it came to females and their comportment within the pride. Mirsajadi himself had spent most of his youth using extreme good manners as a way to deter people from continuing conversations that he didn't wish to have. He knew all the pride's rules in that area, and it made his life more comfortable when others followed them, but at the same time he didn't really expect that many people to do so. In truth, he was arrogant enough to believe that not everyone was capable of remembering them, let alone following them all the time. When he decided not to use his manners, it was still a careful game he played, he just wasn't letting anyone else in on the rules. "I'd come to do my fraternal duty and congratulate him on bringing home such fine banu. I'm afraid leaving that message with you probably wouldn't absolve me of the need to return and pay my respects." He shrugged. He didn't want to come back later. "I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing, then, since it apparently wasn't running away." Mirsajadi's tone was extra-dry, so it might have been difficult to tell that he was once more joking. "It was interesting to meet you, Kajira....?" Jazua Her ears came forward quicly at his muttering. was it possible Raja wasn't as respected as he liked to act like he was? It was an interesting nugget of information to tuck away for later use, should the right situation arise. It did alter her outlook on his brother slightly, though. She wanted to probe further, to discover what made him say such a thing, but knew that would be pushing the limitations much too far. She dismissed his description of Raja's banu, since it did not involve her whatsoever. They were indeed fine examples of good banus, which was in contrast why she was not considered one. "I was taking some time to myself, since I don't fit with the others," she answered him more candidly than she meant, but pressed on despite it. "I will inform Pad Raja," once more using a painfully tight and prim tone of voice on his title and name, "that you stopped by and will return later." She paused, considering being a snot and not giving him her name, but decided he'd not quite done anything to have earned such treatment. "My name is Jazua'Dania," she imparted, if a bit stiffly, notably not adding her own rank to her name.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 4:17 pm
Mirsajadi Mirsajadi nodded. He could understand the urge to get away from groups a body didn't fit into, since he'd felt like that for most of his childhood with his own family, and it made perfect sense that a kajira wouldn't fit in with banu. They weren't meant to, being bad influences and all that. He still wanted to know what had made her unacceptable, except for a slight tendency to speak her mind. Maybe that was it? Raja didn't have much tolerance for people with minds that functioned better than his. "All right. Perhaps we'll meet again." He didn't use her rank, but that meant he also couldn't really use her name. That would be pressing the bounds of formality a bit too much, given the situation. He'd already been derisive toward his brother in her hearing. Too much more familiarity would be offensive to his brother, and while Mirsajadi was never opposed to offending Raja if it could be done face-to-face and with clever words, this way could only get Jazua'Dania into trouble. He didn't really care one way or the other about that, but if the trouble tried to spread to him, Mirsajadi wasn't interested. With a nod he turned to depart. There was nothing more he needed to say.
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