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 Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 6:31 am
While hunting was more a girl's job, it was still decent practice for young lions growing into their manes, or so his mother had insisted. Aharon couldn't complain really, he wasn't half bad at hunting. Where his brothers were growing into thick, muscular builds he had taken more after his mother. Aharon was all legs, gangly and awkward with a wild, curled tuft of mane crowning his head and a long lithe tail. Hunting was still a little troublesome with his over-sized paws, his impatient, impulsive tendencies towards anything that moved, and his lack of practice.
He had just lost his third shrew that day. The crafty bugger had wiggled out from in-between his toes and scampered into a small crevice in the stone. Pouting wouldn't be the word he'd use, but he looked the part. His sisters were already bringing back crickets, mice, and shrews to show their mother. His brothers were accomplished wrestlers, thanks in part to himself but everyone needed someone to practice on.
At least he had brains. Brains enough to know when to take a break. Sighing, the youth stretched himself out along one of the large boulders facing the falls. He'd learned to keep a good distance from them- just in case -but the scenery was nice enough.
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2012 3:21 pm
Their developments within their pride had flourish. Males were getting in their mane, and the females were just about going to their first full on training in hunting. Ace, though sweet and tender was not overly close to her mother, as a result, she was ultimately closer to her father. Every other day, he would take her out to scope and absorb all the teachings he'd give to her, rather than a teacher. She would brighten the large male's day, always thinking optimistically and doing silly things, well today- was not one of those days.
Today, she had to be serious and her first days of really hunting in a pack. Her father watched from afar as she 'proved' to the pack that she could be trusted. While he was there, she was doing great, everything he taught her, she used to her full advantage and even if she had to be the 'bait' to scare them off a different way, she did. Which landed them in a very successful hunt and although she hadn't been the one to catch it, they let her carry the gazelle home..
Her tail padded, although the other party brought home a zebra, she was carrying the gazelle and they let her celebrate.. While the others spoke, it was easy to be sidetracked, especially for Ace.. Her eyes wondering with the on looking eyes, and she laid upon a pair of familiar brown shape...that made her smile from one cheek to the next.
"Ron!" She called, and almost let the gazelle fall, stopping- re-adjusting and then coming towards him looking a mess but relieved, happy, and all types of joy. "Look~ look what I helped catch~today!" While she hadn't had Ron's luck with her siblings, they all rough housed, but all good nature kids. No one picked on one more than the other- in Ace's eyes. Which she was told she had 'rose covered eyes' multiple times. "Lookkkeeiit!" Her tail padding happily behind her.
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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 3:02 pm
His mood twisted into an uncomfortable knot as the now young huntress made her approach. Proud, confident and, most importantly- successful. It was an uncomfortable thought but... perhaps hunting just wasn't in him. He got far too anxious far too quickly. Hunting took patience, tact, and a silent paw. Two out of the three things he simply did not have. Perhaps he'd work out better as a scribe... maybe a warrior. Oh but that would mean he'd have to put up with pain. The training hardly looked fun, or gentle. Eyal was a savage master and it was hardly an uncommon thing for warriors to limp out of their practice.
He forced a smile as Ace made her approach. He glanced past her to the hunting party then shifted to one side. "Hey... I saw. Good job." He got himself up to a sit and rolled his shoulders. "How does it feel to be a successful huntress? And.... so young?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 11:25 am
A gazelle. The thought was potent in her mind. She was.. celebrated. Everyone congratulating her. But Ron, that was the one she minded most, other than her dad. "Yea- I was the .. um.." If she lied... no. She couldn't lie. "I spooked it, and it went all 'EKK~ARK' and then this big lioness from our party just swooped in! It was awsome~!"
Jumping, and felt the gazelle almost roll off before adjusting with fear of it falling. "It feels GREAT~!" Walking in a circle and smiling up at him. Then they started calling for her, ears went forward. "Hey- after the food and all that, wanna go and watch the waterfalls with me? I heard sitting under them makes you stronger~and I soooo wanna try it~"
After a moment, she pushed forward in to his shoulder, then turned to leave and give the head huntress the kill. Wagging her tail as they started to talk about all the trainees and accomplishments and all. It was thrilling for her, and she turned around to see Ron.. and smiled before looking back at the hunting party's critics.
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Posted: Fri Apr 19, 2013 10:32 pm
Aharon smiled a little more, gathering up enthusiasm that he didn't entirely feel but managed to somehow forced it into his expression. She was becoming a huntress... and by the sounds of things, she was doing very well for herself in that avenue. Once she matured into a full grown huntress, one of the older ladies would be able to retire and start a family of her own, allowing the younger blood to take her place.
Which also meant that Ron was growing dangerously close to his time for training as well. Where the girls went out hunting, the males learned how to fight and defend. If a threat pressed the border of their pride, they would be the first to respond. They would preserve the peace, ensure that their families would be able to continue on, and that their king was safe.
...it was all nice and noble but Ron, sadly, was not the brave sort. He hated the thought of having to fight. He hated pain. He -really- hated pain.
"The waterfalls?" He raised a brow and slowly glanced back to his den. His mother might not object to that... but being around water wasn't one of his ideal activities right now. "Sounds dangerous...they can pull you under you know..."
He looked forward only to see her walking off to deliver her kill. The cub waited patiently, dancing between his paws, for the female to return.
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