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 Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 2:34 pm
Aahh how the air smelled from the tops of the tree's in the early morning light. Today was the perfect day to practice his new trick. The double back twister flip'alisicious diving tackle combo to proceed his tree splashing. He had only been able to work on it a few days out of the month because of his new family and grandson. That that he hated it. He had grown to be such a spoiled family guy. But he still desired his me time, and today was that time. "Alright, brace yourself. The diving tackle is perfect, but the double back twister flip and take off need more perfection." he said as he mentally prepared himself to be in the zone. A few deep breaths entered and exited his lungs as he cleared his thoughts and prepared his body. Almost like an acrobatic swimmer, he made several motions with his fore paws before pushing off with his hind feet. The big blur of a lion whizzed through the air in a most graceful fashion fitting for that of an elephant attempting to dance the Vietnamese waltz. And to top it off, not only does he miss the pond with elegance but crash lands on a passing by leopardess with all the ease of a six story flat falling out of a WW2 bomber. Yep. Total Perfection.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 3:06 pm
 Celile limped across the savannah, preoccupied with the memories of the past few weeks. She'd met several felines, some pleasant, some... not so much. She remembered the brown lioness who offered her a friendly conversation. Well, until she fell asleep. Celile would remember her fondly. Maybe they would meet again some day. But then, there was that black lion she encountered. The thick, bulky black lion with red paws who smelled like death and rot. Celile wished to stay in his company for some time, but she just couldn't endure the smell. She still wondered what she did wrong to make him chase her off like that. Maybe it was the stare she gave him as she tried to figure out why he smelled so horrid. Celile cringed as she thought of the razor sharp claws that almost struck her across the face. Maybe it was best to stick with the sane felines...
The leopard continued to let her mind wander. The ideas she formulated when she was by herself were never the happiest ones. She thought of her latest litter. Their warm little noses and their fragile paws when they were infants. Then they grew older, and she really screwed up. Her family was constantly full of animosity and tension. Celile regretted it every time her blistering temper took control and caused a cub to cower in fear. With each of these memories, her heart sunk lower, and lower. If only she could start over... She would try to do better. She'd love her cubs and repel the hatred in her heart... prevent it from tainting her pure cubs. If only she could have a second chance.
Her mind was so heavy with gloomy and lonely thoughts that she never noticed the black lion attempting to dive into the watering hole. For she knew it, a mass of fur and muscle was diving in her direction, and colliding with her more delicate form. Celile yelped and squirmed to get out from under her attacker, and swung around to snarl in his direction. "What teh 'ell!" She snapped, briefly concerned for the well being of her only healthy hind leg. "Since when was it okay for felines to fall from teh sky?!"
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 5:01 pm
Vi: "Well that could have gone better...." -sighs as the oblivious lion lay for a moment pondering what went wrong. His execution was flawless.... or so he thought- "Maybe I turned my legs wrong on the take off.....hmmm" - he thinks more before he realizes his landing was quite comfortable and its also hissing- "OH MY GOODNESS IM SO SORRY! ACHK. Here let me help you up!" -springs to his feet to help her up and dust her off and mumble more to himself about how careless he is-
Celile could care less about the condition of her fur, but if her other leg had been mangled, she would likely die a very slow death. Thankfully, it seems to be in good condition. Celile stretched it out and gave it a good lick before she was satisfied. The leopard's eyes scanned the fluffy lion before her, and she admired the humility in his eyes. There was no doubt he was a big strong one. She could get used to being nursed back to health by him... regardless of whether she needed it or not. "Oh... Don' worreh about et. How could I stay mad at sucha handsome face?" Celile slid closer, but pretended to falter on her way. "Ahch... I think... I think I may have twisted an ankle, or something." She looked at him with wide twinkling eyes, a look she's perfected after years of seducing lions just like him.
Vi was quite glad she wasnt angry at him, and then she called him handsome and he was slightly confused. "Oh...ah...thank you..." he blushed as he continued to look over her. "Heavens, I am sorry....." he flushed red with embarrassment. He didn't even know how to explain himself. And then she mentioned a twisted ankle and his frace scrunched deeper into a frown. "Oh goodness, look what you've done Vi." he frowned and tilted his head. "Do you need me to help you? Maybe... I can carry you back to your home so you don't hurt it worse...." he offered, not sure what he was getting into.
Celile's grin stretched across her face. Take her back to her home? Was he just as desperate for intimacy as she was? Celile limped to close the space between them, and she didn't hesitate to get a good noseful of fluff and mane. "I dun have a home... unfortunately..." She said, a bit of a false tone of sadness in her voice. "But... I would jus' adore it if yeh could carry me to yours. Or jus' any ol' den would be nice."
Vi blinked as she took a nose full of his scent and then pressed close to him. He wasn't sure what in the world was going on here. "I...uh...erm..." he fumbled over his words and brushed his paws against one another. "I don't think I could take you too my home..... but I do know of a good secluded cave to rest up in!" he grinned and nodded as he lowered his side a bit so that she might have an easier time getting on.
The 'wounded' leopard struggled her way onto the lion's back. His shoulders were broad - probably the most broad she'd ever seen - and she had definitely seen a good number of shoulders in her lifetime. Celile giggled internally as the lion hesitated to bring her to his home. Was he committed? Would this be his first affair? That would explain why he was so anxious and fidgety. "Tha' sounds fantastic, darlin'" She said as she stroked his cheek with a paw. "We can 'rest up' at your secluded cave."
Vi wasn't sure why this leopardess was stroking his paw. She seemed nice and all....but he wasn't into those kind of kitties. Instead he gulped down his nervousness and tried to smile. He did just land on her after all, so he had to be the gentleman. "I'm... glad you think so?" he tilted his head over his shoulder to glance at her before adjusting her on his shoulders and began padding off towards the cave. "Luckily its not far, so you.." he said, trying to place emphasis on the word you, "can rest up and be better in no time!" he nodded and just kept his eyes on the road.
Celile purred, intertwining her tail with his. "Aah, you wouln' jus' drop me off, eh? Jus' leave me out there all alone? C'mon now, jus' one night with me wouln' hurt nothin'. Whatcha got to lose? 'Sides... I dun think I can hun' fer meself for a while.. Not with two crippled legs, anyway." The boy was having second thoughts. It was a common occurrence, but she could usually talk the hesitant once into a fling. Boys were just boys, after all.
Vi's mind began to swirl and his pace began to quicken. Was she really trying to .... get with him? he shook he head. "Oh i just can't do that....I..." he paniced and high tailed it to the cave, stoping. "Here it is....aheh...erm...enjoy your rest?" he frowned and started making his way out of the cave, but he paused and sighed. It was his fault she was hurt....and she needed food. He could hunt for her at least....right? That wouldn't make her think he was into her....would it? Frowning deeper he turned back around. "Maybe... I can hunt for you... at least... buuuut I really should get back to my p-p-place...." he said, staring into her eyes and swallowing hard.
Celile was surprised when the lion'space quickened to almost a sprint. She gripped his mane and tried not to fly off of his back. This was not the romantic or relaxing ride she had invisioned. Once they arrived at the cave, she plopped on the floor and gave him a pitiful look. He was really just going to leave? Had she really failed to seduce the man? Was she getting rusty? Was she less attractive than she was? Well... with every step she took, she knew she was getting older. With every crackle of her joints, it was a painful reminder. Celile sighed, resting her head on her paws as Vi offered to hunt for her. She'd come to realize that maybe she would never get that second chance she was hoping for. "No... I'll be jus' fine. Leave a 'lil lady to her thoughts, I'll find a way." She glimpsed at his expression, and realized the anxiety she must have caused him. Her ears flattened. It had always been her way to assume all the boys wanted her. But in this case, she probably jepordized this honest mans relationship... or he was gay. Whatever the case. "An'... Sorry."
Vi's ears drooped as he watched her. "I'm sorry miss.... but I have a family....." he swalloed and watched her deflae into defeat. His frown depend even more. He couldn't just leave her like that after he had fallen on her....but he wasn't going to get with her for the night either. "I'll still hunt for you, its the least i can do. I'm sorry." he said as he turned tail to catch her a small something so she'd at least have a meal for the night alone in a cave.
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