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 Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 10:28 am
 So... rain happened. The clouds had swept in while she had her full attention turned on the hunt. Kind of embarrassing, since she was usually quite good at spotting things like this, but this time she had been so absorbed in the careful stalking of prey that she hadn't even noticed the sky darkening. The first drops plopping down on her back had been her first real warning, and, well... The rest happened pretty fast. As it was wont to do.
Udongo stopped dead in her tracks, ignoring the pouring rain for a while as she focused on thinking, her dark (wet) forhead crinkled in a ponderous frown.
She could try to make her way back to the others, which had been her first instinct, but they weren't exactly cubs: It was very likely that they had already found shelter somewhere - they didn*t need her around to help them with that - and in that case, she would have to spend even more time and effort looking for them, in the rain, than she would if she just waited out the storm somewhere and met up with them at the designed place later.
In other words - she nodded to herself - the smartest thing to do right now would be to look for a shelter and wait out the rain. It kinda smelled like the intensive but brief sort of rainstorm, so it shouldn't take all day.
She shook some water out of her face and blinkingly looked around, frowning against the solid wall of falling water, getting more and more soaked by the second but apparently not minding it so much.
Ah. Over there, there seemed to be some sort of rock jutting sideways out of the earth. Underneath it there might be enough reasonably-dry place to lie down, dry oneself and wait for the tempest to die down.
Pleased with herself and her thorough thinking, Udongo turned and began trotting a bit more quickly towards the looming rock.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 1:10 pm
 He snarled as he hit the ground hard, kicking his hind legs out as best he could after such an impact. The rain was making things hard to see, though he was probably more concerned about all of the mud that was currently caking on his more than well kept coat. That, and then there was the matter of his shoulder. It hurt! It burned! Hell, he wouldn't have been surprised if it was already infected even though the hyena had just tore into it only moments ago. Their mouths were nasty, and they were nasty creatures for the most part. He twisted his body and lunged at the figure that was just trying to get back up, and after a few more similar interactions the hyena started to run off, and Mpenda let him go. There was no point in a chase right now; his body was in pain, he was tired and most of all he was still hungry.
His gaze flicked to the kill, now soaked with the heavy rain, and he snorted. He was slightly annoyed the hyena had tried to steal his kill, especially when the weather had taken such a foul turn. At least the day could not get worse, right? He huffed and moved toward his kill, what was left of it anyhow. The hyena had certainly put a bigger damper on things than the rain. He already felt heavy and disgusting with his fur soaked through, clinging tightly to his skin and bones. The meal was not large though, a baby gazelle. The others in the herd had started to scatter more when the rain kicked in, all slipping away eventually so they could find some sort of shelter or safety. Mpenda wondered if it would even be worth it to finish the meal... he could always hunt more later, could he not? He prided himself on his hunting skills. In fact, he prided himself on his looks, charms, wits; you name it, he could do it better most likely. Or so he oft told himself!
Might as well bring the kill though, he already had it between his jaws. Any sort of shelter would do, he was beginning to get cold and his shoulder was insistent on making him feel uncomfortable. His gaze flickered around the scenery, and came to the very same rock the unknown stranger had spotted. He started to move for it, his lope slightly awkward as he tried not to put too much weight on his hurt shoulder. Just as he was rounding the land to move underneath the rock his eyes met with a rather large lioness coming from the opposite direction, just about to go under the very same rock. Why today of all days! His fur would have probably been sticking up if it hadn't been matted down by the wet weather, and his teeth bared if they had not been chomping down on the leftover kill.
He might have seen this as an opportunity for a little 'romance', but this female wasn't pretty. He supposed she wasn't ugly and would have provided very strong offspring... but he really wasn't interested in strong offspring. He liked his females petite, polite and easily persuaded. This female was almost as big as he, and he thought her muscles might have been larger! Females like this... it was just wrong. He spat out his meal without much care, still moving under to the drier part of the rock before shaking off, sending fat drops of moisture flying everywhere. "Well, a bit of bad luck for you, isn't it miss? I've found this spot first though, so." There was clearly enough space for both of them, even if it would be a little cramped, but Mpenda was choosing to be a selfish jerk as he often was. Things would have been different if she was more of a looker, but since she didn't fit his tastes... Without another thought for her he twisted, trying to get at his shoulder. Cleaning it was already proving to be a hassle, and a difficult one at that. He took a deep breath, sighing as he glanced back toward the female.
"Do you know anything of cleaning wounds, girl?" His tone was stuffy, slightly forced. He didn't want help, but it was clear he needed it. Still, that meant inviting her to share his area, didn't it? "I've gotten myself into a bit of trouble with a hyena, I need you to clean this for me.." He twisted slightly to show her, and indeed the shoulder wound was pretty bad. At least he wasn't moaning about it, like he's seen so many pathetic males do in the past.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 1:50 pm
Udongo stopped again the moment her eyes met that of the unknown male, half of her still caught in the downpour. For a moment, he almost seemed like he was going to be hostile, but then, after he had looked her up and down, he spat out his prey and went to lie down, so obviously he didn't want to fight.
A good thing, too, because he didn't look to be in shape for it. But there was probably no helping it, she mused, with all that orange (It was orange, right?) in his fur, according to the teachings of the Mizimu, he probaby had the spirit of a berserker warrior or something. She blinked when a spray of droplets from his mane hit her in the face, and realised that he had spoken to her. However... she frowned... what he had said had made no sense.
She frowned and mulled his statement over in her head. Had she had bad luck? Yeah, sure, if getting caught in the rain counted as bad luck... but the way he phrased it, it sounded as though he meant there were not enough room for two under the rock. She looked around, confusedly. How did he figure that? Or was she maybe misunderstanding him? That did happen a lot. She took a few more steps in under the rock, sniffing the ground a bit while she tried to formulate a polite way to ask him what he had actually meant when he spoke to her again, and she looked up, her thoughts interrupted.
"Hm?" It didn't take her a very long time to sort out the answer to that one. Her little boys had constantly gotten themselves scrapes and bruises that needed tending, back at the Mizimu. "Yes," she replied, matter-of-factly.
Then she shook herself down (he had done it, she figured it was okay to follow suit) and plodded up to him to inspect the wound. It did look pretty painful, but not too deep. It would probably be pretty fine as long as he just got all the dirt out of it and let it heal for a few days. As far as she could tell, anyways. But he wouldn't be able to do it himself, not from this angle. So, she concluded with a nod, she should help him, just like he said.
She laid down next to him, to be in a more comfortable position, and sent him a look that she usually reserved for rambunctious cubs that needed some light admonishing. He was just like her sister - with all that orange, probably worse, actually.
"You shouldn't fight with hyenas, even if you really want to. They have really dirty mouths. Your wound could get infected."
Then she turned her attention to the wound, carefully and methodically beginning to clean it.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 2:31 pm
A chatty one, wasn't she? The only thing worse than having to share this little dry spot away from the rain with this mammoth female would probably be sharing the space with some over-baring, self-involved male. Or any sort of male, for that matter! His nose wrinkled when she shook off, ears flickering backwards lightly to show his clear disapproval. Hadn't she just seen him do that? Didn't she realize he was trying to get dry? And then she went and tried to shake all the water present on her body to his? Ridiculous! Whomever had raised her clearly wasn't a stickler for manners!
As she lay down next to him he was tempted to warn her not to get comfortable, and definitely not to try putting any moves on him. He knew females couldn't help themselves; he was handsome, he'd been born with looks! Was it his fault? Definitely not. But the look she was giving him was rather distracting, and the words almost instantly left his thoughts. She looked like she was about to scold him! Who was she kidding? He was a full grown adult! He wasn't going to just leave his kill to one of those nasty buggars, so if it ended up in a little wound why should he complain? He certainly wasn't in the mood for a lecture, and if she tried it he would just tell her to get away from his spot! She could go right back into that rain, his wound be damned!
But as the words left her mouth, words so similar to his earlier thoughts, he found himself laughing lightly. Sure he was still annoyed at what he perceived as being a patronizing tone, but he was more focused on how similar lions' minds worked when it concerned certain things, like hyenas. "Well I was under quite a different impression. I could have sworn I learned that fighting the bastards at least once a week was good protocol. The more wounds earned by those nasty, germ-filled cesspits they call mouths the better!" He wondered if she would even get sarcasm? He absolutely loathed a lion whom wasn't bright enough to follow word play, share banter or understand simple sarcasm. But as she turned to clean his wound he seemed to stop all talking, instead letting his gaze focus on the rain pelting the earth all around them.
Ah, it was nice to have a female tending his needs; even such a burly, big female. His tail flicked, then he glanced toward his sopping wet kill. "I suppose just letting you share the shelter is not proper enough thanks.." He mumbled, more to himself than to her. "If you're hungry you may have my kill then. I worked very hard to hold onto that, and it would be better to give it to the needy rather than waste it after fighting the hyena for it." And he thought she has been patronizing! He had quickly assumed that because she was a female, and seemingly a lone rogue, that she would need help with hunting and the like. It didn't matter that she looked like she could hold her own in a fight with him, he still just assumed most females to be incompetent. Except for things like fixing wounds and providing certain comforts for the night. And they were okay at hunting, as long as they did it in a group.
He winced slightly and growled a bit. "Ouch, watch it." He sneered, the pain from his wound flaring up for some reason. "And what brings such a... a lovely female like yourself out in these lands alone?" Still being sarcastic, it was clear the way the word lovely floated past his maw that he did not mean it in the least. At least he was trying to make conversation, though it probably would have been better for the stranger if he'd just shut up the whole time. As much as he'd wanted the spot to himself he couldn't help his social nature. Even a less than attractive female was good company for conversation, if no other was to be had!
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 3:27 pm
At the orange lion's first remark, she merely gave him a frowny glance. That sounded a lot like sarcasm. She didn't like sarcasm, it had a tendency to make her look stupid, so she had to think very carefully before she tried to reply to it. A remark similar to "Then you weren't raised very well, were you?" hovered in the hollow of her mouth, but she wasn't sure she could make it sound right, so she decided not to say anything.
Besides, there was no need to be rude, not when he had asked for her help. Okay, maybe not so much asked for it, but... well... close enough. Anyway, he was the wounded, weaker party here.
He started talking about thanking her, though, and that made her feel better... until he muttered something about giving his kill to someone "needy," almost in the same breath that he offered to give it to her. That confused her for a brief moment, and she had to stop licking him for a while to scrutinize what she could see of his face, but he did look quite serious. Agh, she had to think about that one, too, for a while. Something about it just irked her, and that was usually a sign that she needed to think before she spoke - otherwise she would just stutter and that would be frustrating to both of them.
But when he twitched and growled at her, she had to put her paw down. Which she literally did. Her big, heavy paw landed gently but firmly on his back, the universal cub-language for 'hold still,' and she gave him a very serious look, accentuated by a little huff of annoyance.
"Now, look here," she said sternly, "I don't know why you chose to fight that hyena, but I think it wasn't very smart of you if you know that they are dirty. But you're orange. I get it. Secondly-" she tilted her head a bit to the side and her face took on a more what-are-you-talking-about sort of look. "-I'm not going to take your kill. If you want to give it to me as thanks, I appreciate it, but I think you should keep it for yourself. YOU're the one who's wounded, and YOU're the one who's going to need his strength." She huffed. "And thirdly... er..." Her ire puttered out and she broke eye contact while her frown deepened. "Hm... I forget. There was something else. Ah, anyway." She looked back at him again, and lowered her voice calmly.
"Typical orange. You think you're, like, unbreakable or something. Next thing you'll be trying to pick a fight with an elephant, I bet." She smiled and shook her head in a compassionately amused way, thinking about the conversation she had had with her sister on the subject of edible elephants, and her mood immediately perked up again. But she gave him another frown nonetheless. "But I still think that's a bad idea, though. You shouldn't do that."
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 7:47 am
Well, it was clear she did get sarcasm. And she wasn't a fan, not even a little bit. In fact, it seemed to get her tail tied in knots. When the paw landed on his back he gave a little growl, ears flattening back to his skull. There she went, treating him like a cub fresh away from his mother's tear, instead of giving him the respect he deserved as a full grown adult. He gave her a glare worthy of an adolescent who was against the world and might have thought everything in it was unfair, then his tail beat once or twice against the ground in a sign of annoyance.
And then came the lecture! Of course there was a lecture! It was like... the patronizing party's favorite part of patronizing. Aish, this was frustrating! Any other female would have begged to be allowed the privilege of cleaning his wound! They wouldn't have questioned why it was there, in fact they would probably coo over how brave and strong he was for fighting whatever it was he'd been fighting and still be standing with only something slightly more harsh than a scratch on his shoulder! He suspected this was just how big girls acted though, and in the future would be sure to avoid them!
Orange. Why did she keep pointing out that he was orange? And he wasn't really all that orange! He liked to think of himself as slightly pink. Well, it didn't really matter if it was more orange-like or more pink-like, the bottom line was that he was a handsome devil and if it hadn't been for the rain and the mud he would have been clean and practically sparkling; a sight to make any lioness swoon. He couldn't help the small smirk that appeared on his maw as she started to run out of steam, and especially when she couldn't recall her third point. The smirk was gone the instant she began to speak again though, because there was the orange comment again. And unbreakable, really?
"First, I fought the hyena for my food." He gestured with a paw toward the kill he'd intended to just give to the female. But she had to make things difficult, didn't she? She was probably too proud or something. Bleh, females like this were the worst. "After working hard to earn that kill I'm not just going to roll over and offer my belly to the damn mangy mutts. If I get a little scratched in the process then it is worth it, ney?" He sounded highly annoyed, mostly because he was even bothering to explain any of this to her. "Second, what the hell is all this business with orange, hmm? It seems I will have to mention this after all! Don't fall in love with me, it's pointless. I know I am very handsome, but we certainly aren't destined." It was almost laughable, really. Mpenda didn't actually believe in destiny, but that wasn't the point.
He huffed, shaking his own head. "And third, how thoughtful you are. Really, I was going to move on to picking fights with a Rhinoceros, but now that you've put thoughts of elephants in my head I may just have to!" His sarcasm was growing thicker, mostly because he felt like the female was not entirely intelligent and that she was treating him like she thought the same exact thing about him! How terrible was that? He was way smarter than she was giving him credit for! "Typical female." He muttered, mocking her earlier comment of him being a 'typical orange', whatever the hell that meant!
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 1:29 pm
Udongo's first reaction to the wounded male's outburst was embarrassment, and her ears showed it pretty clearly. He might interpret it as her getting upset because he was "telling her off" but in actuality she was reprimanding herself.
Of course he had fought the hyena for the food. He'd even said as much. And truth be told, she would have done the same thing. She shouldn't have said it had been stupid of him, that had been uncalled for. Also, he wasn't a Mizimu. She'd been so riled up that she had completely forgotten that he most likely didn't know what his color said about his spirit. She shouldn't have assumed that he would understand just because she said "orange" and...
...Wait, what?
Udongo's ears flipped up in surprise, and she blinked several times while the brightly-coloured male finished his rant with a derisive snort. Then something happened deep down in her belly. A shiver, that ran up her throat and made her chest flutter. Her breaths became irregular, and then it erupted: a full, deep laughter right from the innermost part of her chest. She was completely helpless to resist it - it took effort just to stay upright, really.
When she could finally control her voice again, she bowed her head to him and breathlessly giggled:
"You are really sarcastic... I usually don't like that, but THAT was... Really funny! I think I finally get why some people like to be sarcastic so much!" She gave him a friendly nudge, her fit of laughter finally settling down. "You are a funny guy! 'don't fall in love with me...' that was funny!" She took a deep breath and blinked a few tears away as she continued:
"I'm sorry. I forgot you're not from my pride... Where I come from, you see, they say that the colour of a lion's pelt is determined by his spirit. Orange means strength, agression... A warrior's colour." She nodded. "And I'm sorry I asked about the hyena... You were... Totally... Right..." Then another fit of giggles overcame her, and she was only barely able to squeak out:
"Oh spirits... 'Don't fall in love'... 'I know I'm really handsome, but we're not destined'... Funny!"
For whatever it might be worth, she never meant to mock him. His statement had just struck her as far too absurd and out of context to be seriously meant.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:52 pm
He was quite pleased with the results beginning to show, she should be embarrassed. And he did think she was getting upset from his words. So when she began to laugh he was very surprised, and the shock was clear on his face. His eyes were wide and almost frightened, but mostly because he thought maybe she'd gone crazy. He did not want a crazy female touching him, even briefly! What if he caught her sickness? He leaned back a little, his wide eyes narrowing down suspiciously.
When she nudged at him he shifted back again, lip curling slightly as he continued to try and figure out what was wrong with her. But then she revealed what was so funny; him. His own ears flickered half-way back in slight embarrassment. Was it such a joke that he'd assume she was starting to think him handsome because she kept mentioning his coat color? Of course not! Because he was handsome. His nostrils flared out in annoyance, then cleared his throat. He chose to remain silent on this manner, not wanting to look foolish.
Though as she began to explain the whole pelt-color thing he felt a bit better; he was a splendid warrior. Or assumed he'd be one, he was damn good when in fights! "Enough with the laughter, girl." He snapped moodily once it was clear her giggles were not going away. "Clearly you have poor taste." He mumbled, seeing as this could be the only real answer if she wasn't attracted to him. Maybe she liked big lions. Like. Much bigger lions than he, ones that would make her appear less big than she actually was. His tail gave a flick and his gaze shifted away from her, towards the rain again. Still going? Frustrating! He was growing tired of being near this female, she was annoying!
"Then what does the lady's coat color indicate of her spirit?" He asked after a moment, only partially curious of this. He wanted to figure out if this was a load of elephant crap or not, that and he wanted to steer the subject further away from his apparent sarcasm. Seriously, how stupid could you get? Accepting perfectly serious comments as sarcasm! She obviously didn't realize what a catch he was, or perhaps she thought much too highly of herself!
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 3:08 am
She swallowed her laughter with a choked snort and lowered her ears again, dark eyes gazing quizzically at the stranger. He seemed upset. Why was he upset?
She followed his gaze to the falling rain for a moment, the turned her attention back to his wound again while she pondered this latest development. Almost done. Then it struck her: curses, why was she always so slow? Of course he would be upset when she laughed so hard at him, it would be like she said it was silly that he thought himself handsome! That was why he muttered about her bad taste, too.
Damnit, and right when she thought she was starting to get him. She heaved a small sigh, but perked up again when he continued the conversation. That was very nice of him. Many others had just stood up and walked away from her after a misunderstanding like that in the past. It was so nice of him to keep talking to her, that she decided she wouldn't even be bothered by the sarcastic way he said "lady."
"Oh, me? Um..." She looked down at herself, as if to be reminded of what she looked like. "Well, Im all dark, with a lot of black, which means my spirit is old, it's been, like, reborn a lot of times. Which means I'm no good as a sacrifice. And I have no red or orange, so it's no warrior spirit. And no blues or purples, so it's not, uh, a spiritual spirit..." She shrugged. "I guess that with a spirit as old as mine I should be wise or somehing, but I'm not... I'm pretty bland, as spirits go, I think." She hesitated, then nodded to herself. "But at least I'm not green."
Then she turned to the pink-orange lion again and gave him an approving smile. "In my pride, you'd have been a sacrifice for sure! That's the highest kind of honor you can have. I had a brother and a sister who were sacrifices, and they were pampered and revered and..." She paused, looked at him, and decided to try to compliment him, by way of apology for her earlier laughing fit. "Only the prettiest lions could be sacrifices." She shrugged again and gave him a lopsided what-can-you-do sort of grin. "So, you know. Not someone as dark and boring as me."
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 8:44 am
Blinking as she explained the spirits and colors and stuff to him he just shook his head a little. It was all a bunch of beetle dung, wasn't it? Not true and all of that... she was probably from some crazy cult-pride. Sure it was coincidental that warriors happened to be orange or whatever, but not every orange lion could be a good fighter. There was no possible way. And... and all of this nonsense about sacrifices! Great, not only was this female unattractive and no fun at all with what was seeming to be a lower level of intelligence than his own she was also crazy. She had to be if she came from a pride with sacrifices. He involuntarily shuddered as he thought about it.
"But at least you're not green?" He repeated slowly, in a questioning manner. That was her concern? Green? Hell, he'd rather be an ugly muddy brown with neon green spots and a snaggletooth as oppose to.. wait why would that matter? These weren't his believes, they were completely pointless! He scoffed when she told him he would have been a sacrifice, who wants to be a sacrifice?! Who cares if you're pampered! Or revered! Oh... wait... "Your siblings are... not with us then?" He asked slowly, though wasn't sure if he truly cared. Still, how would it be to live a life like that?
Ah. So she realized she wasn't a looker, had she? He snorted at her words though. "Truly boring." He agreed with her, though he didn't push it into 'unattractive' or 'dull' or anything, though he was tempted. "But I'd rather be your mirror image than hear that I would make a good sacrifice. Luckily as fate would have it I didn't end up in some pride with half-assed notions of spirits and superstitions and such." He did not sound apologetic at all for putting down her pride's way, nor was he particularly empathetic. This is why he just didn't do prides, prides made you crazy!
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 4:23 am
Udongo nodded, and made an affirmative noise in her muzzle.
"Green is the mark of a coward. Means you can't be trusted, and you can't have any important job, and you can never be sacrificed."
She tilted her head to the side and pondered his careful question with a serious frown on her face. "No, they're not..." she muttered, narrowing her eyes at nothing in particular. "I think they left with a bunch of the other sarcrifices... But I'm not sure. Everything got kinda crazy when the plague struck. Anyway, they didn't leave together with us, so no, they're not with us." She nodded at herself, pleased with the way she had worked out the proper answer.
Her dark eyes widened a bit when he started jabbering at how crazy her pride must have been, and gave him a huff that was almost a chuckle. Her muzzle twisting in a lopsided kind of grin, she gave him an almost sly look.
"Oh yeah. I remebered that third thing I was going to say, before." She raised her chin and looked sideways down at him. "I'm being nice, and helping you. I don't have to do that, you know, but I'm doing it because I've been raised to understand that it's a good thing to be nice to others. But you're not being very polite to me, you know."
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 2:50 pm
He snorted in response to her explanation of the whole green thing. "Heh, it's not the damn color of your fur that makes you a coward, girl." He shook his head slowly, growing more and more annoyed with this pride of her. Actually, most cowards were just smart. Sure, they were looked down upon by almost everything... but they also avoided danger in a beautiful manner. He envied that, some days. He'd never run away from a fight or a challenge though, of course.
For a moment he felt slightly bad for the female, thinking that her pride had actually sacrificed her siblings. But as she continued speaking his brow furrowed and he rolled his eyes. But as she mentioned the plague he involuntarily scooted a bit away from her. Then he voluntarily moved a bit further away, his tail flicking away from the rain water that was suddenly pelting it. "Plaque?" He sounded quite disgusted. "Well, a very unlucky pride.." He mumbled, then more quietly to himself he mumbled something about the female herself being quite unlucky.
He found himself chuckling as she finally made her third point, looking as if he wasn't really all that impressed. "And what law of nature suggests I have to be polite just based on the fact that you've been polite first?" He eyed the rain for a moment, suddenly a little uncomfortable. It was letting up, maybe he would just go... arg, usually the rains didn't take this long! "And you're right, you didn't have to help. But I'm so dashing, how could you've refused?" He smirked, glancing toward her. "I'm sure a lioness like you doesn't often gain the attention of a lion like me." He purred out mockingly, and here he was being rude just to get her fur ruffled a bit.
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 8:16 am
Udongo shrugged. She knew other people could be cowards, and she knew some green-pelted lions were very brave, hoping to gain a better colour for themselves in the next life, but she wasn't, nor had never been, a member of the Heart, and not even as a cubminder had she ever been expected to fill the role of a teacher. The thought of trying to explain her pride's beliefs to such a complete outsider was in itself exhausting, so she opted not to even try.
She'd probably just make things even more confusing if she tried, anyway.
Likewise, she shrugged silently at his mumblings of unluckiness. It was pretty much the truth, and it was way too obviously so to warrrant any more comments than his own.
But then he got boring. Udongo frowned slightly, heaved a small sigh and looked out at the pouring rain, herself. "No law," she sighed, feeling a bit disappointed at the orange lion's obvious lack of a proper upbringing. "Just common courtesy. And you're right-" she admitted, slowly getting to her feet as she turned her black eyes back on him. "-I don't usually get noticed by pretty people like you. But I'm pretty sure I would have enjoyed it more if you had been nicer to me. You were kinda fun at first, but..." she shrugged, not finding the right words for what she wanted to say. So instead, she just shrugged again, and finished her sentence with a half-hearted "...Meh."
"Anyway," she continued, looking out at the rain again, "I think you'll be all right now. The rain is easing up, so I should probably go try to find my group. I don't want them to worry about me."
She turned as if to leave, then stopped herself and turned back again, giving the orange lion a friendly smile. "Bye, then. Take care now, and don't fight any more hyenas, okay?"
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