Mimo began her frantic pacing once more. The sun had set once more, and her journey was about to begin. But her nerves were beginning to get to her. Could she really do this? Had her Mother properly prepared her for it? Would her Mother understand why she wanted to do it so badly? Well, Mimo paused in her pacing just long enough to calm herself. Surely her Mother would understand. That's why the two of them were here together in the Roguelands. To find that perfect male, and help carry on the next generation of the pride. But she was never going to get that chance if she didn't stop pacing, and actually get out there was she? No. She wasn't.
With a deep inhaling of breath, Mimo turned towards the direction of the makeshift den she had created for both herself and her Mother's use. She nodded in greet to her Mother's vulture companion and slunk inside, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the darkness inside. "It's me Mom. I'm just about to head out for the night. I'll be back by morning, and if i'm not, please don't send someone looking for me! It's EMBARRASSING!" She exclaimed, as she nuzzled her Mother's cheek softly in goodbye. Her Mother had been resting a lot since their first evening here. Perhaps her mission had already been completed? Shrugging her shoulders once more, Mimo help her head to the sky as she exited the den, hoping to catch the scent of that intoxicating male one more time. Tonight was the night she would confront him, but first, she needed to find him which had proved in previous nights to be a difficult task. But most definitely one she wanted to pursue.
Mimo hummed to herself as she slowly slid through the lands, her intentions clear, her hopes high, and her luck low. But she wouldn't let it stop her. Her future lay in his hands, and nothing she did, or could do would stop her from trying to get to him. Even if he didn't know it yet, he had been the object of Mimo's attraction for quite some nights now, and as her Mother seemed to take more and more time to their den, she knew their time among the rogues of this land were dwindling. She had to act fast.
As she slunk through the underbrush, and steered clear of the evening stars, only one thing was on the female's mind. Her cubs. Gods above knew how very much she wanted them, and within her pride, it was very difficult to find a Umholi willing to choose you to carry on his line. But now that the time of rogue breeding had come upon them, it was like a miracle from the gods, telling Mimo that now was her chance, now or never. And she had taken it, like a bull by the horns. She had sent for her Mother, and prepared her for the trip ahead of them. But nothing could have prepared her for how she felt at this moment. It was an odd mix of fear,anxiousness,giddiness, and irritability that rumbled through her. Fear of what Motherhood truly had in store for her, and how her pride would react to the news. Anxious to get the deed done, and have the things which she had been craving for so very long. Giddiness and excitement at the idea that being with cubs was only mere hours away. And finally Irritability at her own confused balls of emotion.
"Grow up Mimo, if the gods allow for it, it will happen when it happens. Absolutely no need to tear yourself to pieces in the process.."
The lioness mumbled the words to herself as she attempted to gain some kind of control over her own body once more. But almost immediately her mind scrambled off onto another tangent. Would she be this moody or WORSE when she became pregnant? The idea sent shivers down her spine. This wasn't like her, this skittish, frazzled lioness she seemed to be. She was a strong, independent, and capable female. Now if only she could prove it.
Rising her nose to meet the air once more, the female was disappointed with herself. Still no sign of him. Had he left the lands? Had she lost her chance? The ache began to form in the pit of her stomach and she felt like keeling over in defeat, but something stopped her. A glint of light, from the corner of her eye - what was that ... Peeking up from under her eyes, she noticed a tree farther ahead, it's leaves allowing the moon to shine through it's branches. That's what she had seen. Quickly scrambling to her feet in all out clumsiness, Mimo dashed for it, leaving clouds of dust in her wake. But, it didn't last long, and she quickly stopped short. Before her was the trunk of a mighty tree, it's bark old and proud, it's limbs, high and taunting. As though by instinct, Mimo's paw slowly rose to run over a spot on the tip of her head. A spot she remembered all too often, and a spot who's blame lie in her phobia of heights.
But she had to get up there. The gods had sent her this message, and now she had to accept it! Weakly picking one foot up from the other, the female attempted to get closer to the tree's trunk. Perhaps if she could just make it that far, he rationality would kick in and help her to resolve the fear? Nope, the closer she came, the more her joints seemed to stiffen up, nearly to the point of total paralysis. This wasn't just a fear, this was her life. Her life had almost been ended by a similar tree years ago in her cub hood. Was it possible that this tree had the same plans? "Absolutely ridiculous" She mumbled to herself as she berated herself for her own childish reaction. "You should be able to climb that tree, and laugh at those below you! NOW DO IT"
Mimo took a sharp intake of breath and took a leaping start at the tree, her eyes tensely shut as she let her instincts take over. She could feel the bark breaking under her claws as she pulled her own weight up the tree. For a moment she debated opening her eyes, but the idea quickly disappeared. If she opened her eyes now, she'd be stuck in this tree forever.
A few pulls and tugs, and she was flat once more. Stable and secure, as though she were standing right on the ground below her. Tentatively Mimo opened her eyes and let out a yelp of fear and surprise as she struggled to regain her balance. She'd made it up! But for what? What had she come up here for in the first place?
As Mimo attempted to block out the terrible height separating her from the ground, the answer came to her. Though, not exactly in the way she had intended. A familiar scent washed over her nose, and her body immediately responded to it. Allowing her to forget her fears, and lithely maneuver through the trees. What she found as she maneuver was perfect.
It was him.
And this time he wasn't getting away.
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With a deep inhaling of breath, Mimo turned towards the direction of the makeshift den she had created for both herself and her Mother's use. She nodded in greet to her Mother's vulture companion and slunk inside, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the darkness inside. "It's me Mom. I'm just about to head out for the night. I'll be back by morning, and if i'm not, please don't send someone looking for me! It's EMBARRASSING!" She exclaimed, as she nuzzled her Mother's cheek softly in goodbye. Her Mother had been resting a lot since their first evening here. Perhaps her mission had already been completed? Shrugging her shoulders once more, Mimo help her head to the sky as she exited the den, hoping to catch the scent of that intoxicating male one more time. Tonight was the night she would confront him, but first, she needed to find him which had proved in previous nights to be a difficult task. But most definitely one she wanted to pursue.
Mimo hummed to herself as she slowly slid through the lands, her intentions clear, her hopes high, and her luck low. But she wouldn't let it stop her. Her future lay in his hands, and nothing she did, or could do would stop her from trying to get to him. Even if he didn't know it yet, he had been the object of Mimo's attraction for quite some nights now, and as her Mother seemed to take more and more time to their den, she knew their time among the rogues of this land were dwindling. She had to act fast.
As she slunk through the underbrush, and steered clear of the evening stars, only one thing was on the female's mind. Her cubs. Gods above knew how very much she wanted them, and within her pride, it was very difficult to find a Umholi willing to choose you to carry on his line. But now that the time of rogue breeding had come upon them, it was like a miracle from the gods, telling Mimo that now was her chance, now or never. And she had taken it, like a bull by the horns. She had sent for her Mother, and prepared her for the trip ahead of them. But nothing could have prepared her for how she felt at this moment. It was an odd mix of fear,anxiousness,giddiness, and irritability that rumbled through her. Fear of what Motherhood truly had in store for her, and how her pride would react to the news. Anxious to get the deed done, and have the things which she had been craving for so very long. Giddiness and excitement at the idea that being with cubs was only mere hours away. And finally Irritability at her own confused balls of emotion.
"Grow up Mimo, if the gods allow for it, it will happen when it happens. Absolutely no need to tear yourself to pieces in the process.."
The lioness mumbled the words to herself as she attempted to gain some kind of control over her own body once more. But almost immediately her mind scrambled off onto another tangent. Would she be this moody or WORSE when she became pregnant? The idea sent shivers down her spine. This wasn't like her, this skittish, frazzled lioness she seemed to be. She was a strong, independent, and capable female. Now if only she could prove it.
Rising her nose to meet the air once more, the female was disappointed with herself. Still no sign of him. Had he left the lands? Had she lost her chance? The ache began to form in the pit of her stomach and she felt like keeling over in defeat, but something stopped her. A glint of light, from the corner of her eye - what was that ... Peeking up from under her eyes, she noticed a tree farther ahead, it's leaves allowing the moon to shine through it's branches. That's what she had seen. Quickly scrambling to her feet in all out clumsiness, Mimo dashed for it, leaving clouds of dust in her wake. But, it didn't last long, and she quickly stopped short. Before her was the trunk of a mighty tree, it's bark old and proud, it's limbs, high and taunting. As though by instinct, Mimo's paw slowly rose to run over a spot on the tip of her head. A spot she remembered all too often, and a spot who's blame lie in her phobia of heights.
But she had to get up there. The gods had sent her this message, and now she had to accept it! Weakly picking one foot up from the other, the female attempted to get closer to the tree's trunk. Perhaps if she could just make it that far, he rationality would kick in and help her to resolve the fear? Nope, the closer she came, the more her joints seemed to stiffen up, nearly to the point of total paralysis. This wasn't just a fear, this was her life. Her life had almost been ended by a similar tree years ago in her cub hood. Was it possible that this tree had the same plans? "Absolutely ridiculous" She mumbled to herself as she berated herself for her own childish reaction. "You should be able to climb that tree, and laugh at those below you! NOW DO IT"
Mimo took a sharp intake of breath and took a leaping start at the tree, her eyes tensely shut as she let her instincts take over. She could feel the bark breaking under her claws as she pulled her own weight up the tree. For a moment she debated opening her eyes, but the idea quickly disappeared. If she opened her eyes now, she'd be stuck in this tree forever.
A few pulls and tugs, and she was flat once more. Stable and secure, as though she were standing right on the ground below her. Tentatively Mimo opened her eyes and let out a yelp of fear and surprise as she struggled to regain her balance. She'd made it up! But for what? What had she come up here for in the first place?
As Mimo attempted to block out the terrible height separating her from the ground, the answer came to her. Though, not exactly in the way she had intended. A familiar scent washed over her nose, and her body immediately responded to it. Allowing her to forget her fears, and lithely maneuver through the trees. What she found as she maneuver was perfect.
It was him.
And this time he wasn't getting away.
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