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 Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 6:41 pm
 Miz wasn't sure if he liked this new place very much. It kind of sucked. But then his old home kind of sucked too, and at least this place wasn't full of cranky old hyena ladies. There were some lion ladies that said they were his new moms, or whatever, and they were kind of cool, but Miz wasn't about to hang around with some moms all day long. Right now he was exploring a den. He didn't care who it belonged to. He went where he liked. Whoever owned it must not have one mom around, let alone two, because the place was trashed. The young hyena reached out a paw and smacked a shell full of some kind of sticky honey water, spilling it. He snickered. Not like anyone would notice. This den was so messed up it might as well be a garbage dump. Maybe it was.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 6:51 pm
 Taraxa loved one single thing more than he loved anything else in the world (family excluded, of course) and that was sleep. He could sleep in the sun, in the shade, in the dark, in the dirt. He could sleep anywhere at anytime. Taraxa was currently asleep underneath a huge mound of refuse. Leaves that had held fermented berries, more leaves that had held mint. A few bones were scattered around him, and a few shells as well. His face was smooshed up against a piece antelope haunch that he'd been snacking on as he fell asleep. Sometimes that happened to Taraxa. He would be eating and then black out for a period of time before waking up only to find that he'd eaten not one hunk of meat but two or even three. He didn't let it bother him, usually. The sound of sloshing liquid woke Taraxa from his slumber, his eyes shooting open as he jerked into a sitting position. His gaze shot around frantically before landing on a small hyena male. In his den. He shook his head as if attempting to clear the cobwebs from his mind before glancing once more towards the hyena. "What.. who.. Who are you?" His voice was harsh and snarly. This had to be some new Thrall or something. Some new Thrall messing up his den.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 6:55 pm
Miz was startled, but not scared. Nothing scared him! He boggled as the lion rose from the trash heap, and then burst into laughter. "Haha! Trash monster!" Miz yelped. He threw the empty shell at the trash monster, giggling. The trash beast sounded awful mad, but it was impossible to take a trash beast seriously.
"Grr! I'm gonna beat you UP, trash monster!" Miz hollered, and charged at the lumpy dirty lion. He began racing around it in circles, hopping nimbly over the garbage that had spilled from the lion's filthy nest. There was even food in there. It was horrible. It was AWESOME.
This stupid garbage lion was the best lion ever.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 7:04 pm
Taraxa was in some kind of bad dream. This had to be a bad dream, that much was obvious. He had to be. Where else would he be face to face with a little hyena whelp that was threatening to beat him up?
Problem was, he wasn't sure how to wake himself up.
It wasn't until the empty shell bonked off of his nose that he realized (through a haze of pain) that this was no dream. No, this was a real and living nightmare. A terrible nightmare.
The worst nightmare.
Like some ungodly swamp beast rising up from the muck, Taraxa rose out of the heap he had been so peacefully sleeping in. A loud, deep roar rose from his throat as he voiced his indignity.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 9:59 am
Miz couldn't help backing away when the trash monster started bellowing. He wasn't scared or anything. He just had very sensitive ears. That was all. He gave the trash lion the stinkeye. It was still funny, but it was kind of loud.
Even though he was threatening to beat it up, the little hyena didn't actually want to fight the dirty lion. It was all covered in gross stuff, and its breath smelled like death. He backed away a little bit more, giving it his most ferocious glare.
Then he whirled around and scampered out of the den, laughing. He had the most excellent idea. "Try and catch me, trash monster!" He let out a cackle. "You can't catch nothing 'cause you're a dirty old fat ugly garbage cat!" The revolting lion would shamble after him and get yelled at by Miz's new moms for dirtying up their nice den. They were both sassy ladies. It would be glorious.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 10:18 am
Taraxa It would be safe to say that Taraxa did not like this little hyena runt. It would be safe to say that Taraxa really did not like this little hyena runt. It would be safe to say that Taraxa hated this little ... b*****d. He lumbered after the hyena pup, eyes wide and maddened. His hackles were standing at attention, teeth bared and claws unsheathed. If the hyena slowed down long enough for Taraxa to catch him, Taraxa would skin him alive. Taraxa would skin him alive and give the skin to one of his daughters to use in their duties. Taraxa was looking forward to this. He was looking forward to it so much that he didn't realize that the hyena was leading Taraxa straight towards Tazira's den. Tazira Tazira was really enjoying this Mom gig. All of the payoff without the pain. Besides, it wasn't like she had to do much. The hyena boy seemed to entertain himself well enough, and Batarr was much the same. Mopani did most of the hard work, but Tazira made sure to bring Mopani tasty hunks of meat, pretty flowers and feathers, and she even had plans to have Dalla make a pretty necklace that Tazira could give to Mopani. Life was good. The sudden ruckus outside that slowly grew louder caused Tazira to rise to her feet. She wasn't sure what it was or what was going on, but she was fairly certain that it was coming towards her den.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 10:25 am
If he was on his own the little hyena might have been a bit more frightened, but all he could think of was how funny it would be when Mopani and Tazira started shouting at the big gross lion for mucking up their den. It was a good thing he was too out of breath to giggle. That would have given him away entirely.
Just ahead of the big stinky lion, Miz skidded into the den. He whizzed past Tazira, his wail of "MmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!" dopplering like a siren. Screeching to a halt, the hyena ducked behind Tazira's back legs, waiting eagerly to see what she would do.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 10:54 am
Tazira Tazira watched Miz come skidding into the den, his shrill wail causing her ears to pin back against her skull. The kid had a set of lungs on him, that was for damn sure, and while Tazira could appreciate such a powerful voice, well, she could not appreciate it so much when it was directed at her. "What's going on, son?" Tazira liked calling her little adoptees 'son' and 'daughter' -- and she also enjoyed the strange looks she got from the upper echelon of the pride. Lookin' at you, Reavers and Captains. She didn't have to wait long for an answer, an answer that presented itself. Taraxa Taraxa thundered to a halt, pieces of bone and leaves sticking out of his mane at all sorts of strange angles. His face bore the residue of the haunch of meat he'd fallen asleep eating. Berry stains coated his paws and a few remnants of mint clung stubbornly to his whiskers. Taraxa was a mess. A hot mess. He blamed it on Mopani. The lioness had been slacking in her duties. He boggled for a few long moments as he stared at his sister, then back to the hyena pup, then back to his sister. His mouth opened and closed ridiculously a few times before his voice decided to work. "What in the bloody hell is going on here, Tazira?!" Tazira Tazira didn't answer for a long moment. She was trying too hard to hold her laughter in, and when she spoke her voice trembled mightily. "You tell me?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:01 am
Miz Tazira wasn't doing anything cool like beating the lion up, but Miz was hopeful she would start any minute now. At least the garbage lion looked upset. That was a good start. "He tried to eat me, mom," the little hyena piped up. "And he smells bad. It's hurting my nose." He wrinkled his nose for emphasis. Miz wanted to start taunting the trash lion some more, but Tazira might get mad, so he settled for making faces at the trash lion from behind Tazira's legs. Mopani Mopani had been off gathering some nice flowers for their den. When she saw Taraxa clogging up the doorway she frowned, but did not stop. This was her den, and that bozo could just step aside. She shoved past him, grimacing as his matted fur brushed against her, and set down the flowers before turning to confront him. "What are you doing here?" Mopani asked, giving the filthy lion a look of utter disgust.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:12 am
Tazira Tazira turned to glance at Miz, her eyes warm and motherly. She was pretty ace at being a Mom. "Shh, son," she said softly before turning her attention back to Taraxa, just in time to catch Mopani squeezing past his lardy a**. That caused a huge smile to break across her features. The sight of Mopani never failed to make Tazira smile. Back to the matter at hand, though. Tazira frowned at Taraxa, her mirth under control for now. "You are pretty smelly," she said succinctly, shaking her head, "And to answer your question, brother, nothing is going on here. I was just tidying up the den while Mopani was out, and it seems you've stumbled across our son, Miz. Miz, this is Uncle Taraxa." There, introductions accomplished. Taraxa What... What was... What was going ON?! Taraxa looked helpless. He looked lost. Forlorn. Baffled. Boggled. Utterly and completely confused. In essence, pretty par for the course. After Mopani squished past him looking most disgusted by his presence, and after hearing Tazira call the little shitty hyena 'son' and after hearing the shitty little hyena call his sister 'mom' ... well, Taraxa was smart enough to put the pieces together. "What have you done..."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:22 am
Mopani Poor stupid Taraxa looked even stupider than usual. Mopani would have laughed if he wasn't standing on her nice clean floor. She eyeballed his filthy paws. Yep, she was definitely going to clean those floors again. She didn't know WHAT Taraxa had rolled in, but it smelled disgusting. "What have you done?" Mopani asked, throwing the question back at him. "You look like you slept inside a rotten antelope." Mopani moved closer to Tazira, staring at Taraxa. There was an evil little gleam in her eye. "Is he bothering you or our son, honey-dove?" Heh heh. Miz Miz was much more confident now that both of his moms were here to protect him from the reeking beastly lion. He scowled up at the lion from behind the forest of mom-legs. "I don't want him to be my Uncle. I'll call him Uncle Dump, 'cause he smells like one. And he smells like he just took one." The little hyena began cackling again, delighted at his own wit.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 11:32 am
Tazira Tazira recognized the look in Mopani's eyes. It was one of the things Tazira enjoyed most about Mopani. She had a mischievous streak three miles wide, and Tazira knew exactly what she was doing. Tazira was so in on this. "Our sweet darling son happened upon his Uncle Dum -- er, Uncle Taraxa, my fragrant savanna flower," Tazira said sweetly as she watched Taraxa closely. Taraxa Taraxa's brain felt broken. This could not be happening. Tazira "My handsome son, you should respect your family," she chided the hyena gently, knowing full well that he wouldn't. Still, she had to do the mom thing. Life was hard. The expression on her brother's face was amazing. Taraxa Taraxa's jaw dropped to the floor. His eyes were as big as the moon, and his shoulders slumped in defeat. His sister was ruining his life. Tazira "Once Mopani has her litter of cubs, you're going to have to be a good example to them, son," Tazira went on -- completely for Taraxa's benefit. "You're going to have to help teach them right from wrong." Mopani wasn't even pregnant yet, but Tazira had a few ideas in mind that she'd yet to discuss with her ladymate. Taraxa A low, keening cry broke free from Taraxa's throat. He couldn't stay here a moment longer and yet he was incapable of leaving. His sister and his Thrall? What had he done to anger the Gods? What had he done to deserve this? That low, sad sound slowly tapered off, and a sullen Taraxa looked like he might cry.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 5:54 am
Mom Miz rolled his eyes when his moms started blathering about honey this and flower that. It was so gross and ladyish, but at least they weren't calling him their sugar lump honey bee or whatever. "Yes, mom," he said sullenly as Tazira chided him. Quote: Mopani was really loving the look on Taraxa's face. The big lumpy turd looked completely and utterly miserable. It was great. "You're going to be a wonderful big brother, Miz," she trilled, patting the grumpy little hyena on the head. "And you should be a bit nicer to Uncle Dump. He's going to be babysitting you and your brothers and sisters, you know!" Miz It was hard to keep up his crankiness with his other mom calling the gross lion Uncle Dump. Miz giggled. "He tried to eat me. Tell him not to eat me 'cause I'm his nephew and he has to be nice to me." He paused, thoughtful. "And he has to get me a present to make up for trying to eat me." Mopani Mopani shot Taraxa a stern look. "Taraxa, you shouldn't try to eat your nephew. Maybe you should give him a present. You should bond." She snuggled against Tazira. "We don't want the cubs to come into this world with us fighting!" She had no idea where the cubs were coming from exactly, but the look on Taraxa's face was ayyyymaaaaaayyyzing.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 9:19 pm
Taraxa Taraxa did the only thing that he could do. He glared at his sister before spinning on his heel and stalking away. If looks could kill, Tazira would have been dead ten times over. He couldn't handle all of this. He would have to go out and find himself a new Thrall, one that listened properly and cleaned his den. His sister could have Mopani. Tazira Tazira waited until her brother was completely out of sight before turning to Mopani with a cackle. The conversation that the four of them had had was both amazing and priceless. She never in a million years would have thought that she'd have been able to see such an expression on her brother's face. "That was amazing. You were amazing." The latter was spoken to Mopani.
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Miz wasn't sure if he liked this new place very much. It kind of sucked. But then his old home kind of sucked too, and at least this place wasn't full of cranky old hyena ladies. There were some lion ladies that said they were his new moms, or whatever, and they were kind of cool, but Miz wasn't about to hang around with some moms all day long. 
