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 Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 12:13 pm
This will hold all of Helberd and Timbavati's (Pixel and Blame's) role-plays between the two foxes. Please do not post here unless you are myself orPixel. Logs are from AIM, and are them as human/anthro/shape-shifters. :3 Noodles:  
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 12:18 pm
The world had always seemed so lush and magical. Even in the mountains, Helberd had never ceased being surrounded by trees. Great Mother Grove was no different. His home herdlands were sacred to all Deeyrid, not just his 'herd'. It was said to be where all Deeyrid were born from the Great Mother, and so was the most beautiful herdlands of any. -Helberd was stuck being on the outer recesses of the herd every Renewal {spring} due to his mother's exile, even he wasn't welcomed into the herd community(most didn't even know he existed). At other points along the year, Helberd would travel the lands of Eranthar{their word for Earth} hoping to learn and meet new people that didn't know of his past exile. Now though, was the time of the Renewal, when his herd came back to the herdlands to mate and bring new life into the herd, and so Helberd came back too - if only to be close to the lives he wished he could be a part of.
Life amongst the Lyouns was one rather different than that of the Deer. Though they still lived in a society filled with lush plants and a lovely, bright world, it was also a hard place. Slip up once, and it could mean weeks in healing. Fail a hunt, and it could mean starving for a month. And this was his turn to hunt. Timbavati wasn't a high rank lion; on the contrary. He was rather low on the food chain. His coloration meant that he stood out more in the greens and browns of the world, even if he wore clothes to try and hide himself. It took him years to learn how to hunt with his disability. Taking a breath, the Lyoun moved carefully within the brush, his back pressing to a tree to help hide himself, hair tied back at the base of his neck to keep it out of his face, his ears pinned back. He would find something to bring back to the pride, something to let them eat on for the next few days. And if he didn't... well... there was really no reason to go back.
The river was cool against his fingertips. Helberd had just gotten back from looking out over the unknowing herd. He had watched the children playing and the other Deeyrid conversing. In the early years, Helberd had strong envy for the others able to so freely engage in polite, familiar conversation, but over time the envy had lessened and he was able to pick out patterns of the Deeyrid to where certain ones were almost like friends from afar. -Recently he had headed back to the stream, washing off a basket of berries he had collected along his trek. Most all the berries were washed, so Helberd took the time to light splash some water a crossed his face. The male peered down at his reflection, stroking one pale wet hand down from his face to the back of his neck, and noticed his long light gold hair that mimicked his late mother's. He dipped a hand into the water and brought it to his hair, twisting in the liquid to dampen the soft waves. From his place, knelling at the river, he could see his small abode - riddled with ivy, placed far from the herd community. It wasn't the most lascivious dwelling, but it had fit his mother just fine and now it fit him just as well. After another cooling hand washing, Helberd got back to the berries - feeling safe and....mostly content (if not a bit lonely).
Hunt. Capture. Kill. Take home. That was his life, really. Letting out a small growl of frustration, the Lion felt his ears pin back even farther. It wasn't like he was going to be able to eat anyways. More than likely, he would get to pick at the bones if there was anything left. A slight growl shifted out of his throat, before he turned, and carefully started to ease his way toward a sound. Something was making a noise near a river. He could hear it. Now he just had to hunt it. Hunkering down slightly, the male moved much like any jungle cat would. His body was fluid, graceful. His mind locked, ears perked, eyes flickering to find any sign of the creature. Another few steps, and his gaze finally locked on it. Across the river was a Deeyrid, one he had never seen before. As much as he recalled, Timbavati could have sworn all Deeyrid traveled in a herd, not alone. This would be the perfect opportunity to hunt this creature. Now he just had to figure out how to approach it without making himself noticeable.
The berries were washed, and home seemed to lonely to go back to for the moment. A while longer, he sat there, humming and dipping his feet in and out of the water. In a snap decision, he stood, smiling as he gathered his toga in hand (hiking it a bit above his knees) before treading smoothly into the river. Helberd loved the water. His mother taught him to value it and appreciate it's beauty. The weather had only just become warm enough for this sort of activity and the stag had decided to take advantage of it. He tied the handful of soft fabric at his waist and reached around to bring his corn silk colored hair over his shoulders - exposing his mostly bare back. -Earlier, the male had been singing lightly, but he stopped, ear pricking as he rose to full height (calves still surrounded by water). Helberd was sure some sound was made in the far off bushes, but most predators lived far away from Great Mother Grove. Such a reason was why the herd came here for mating and child rearing season. Nodding to himself, Helberd tried to brush it off and get back to washing. It's probably just a bird....right?
Stillness. Stealth was key in situations like this. Keeping his body straight, his mind at ease, and stopping himself from making a noise was an isue. He wanted to go out and grab the male. There was a good chance he would win; he was a lion after all. But at the same time, he had to be careful. Had to ease himself into this. He shifted carefully, moving along the tree line, getting closer and closer, but staying as hidden as he could. When he peeked back out toward the open, he froze, eyes locking on the deer, staring at his bare back. It had been a while since Timbavati had seen something as beautiful as this creature was. In his pride, he wasn't allowed near females, let alone anything of real beauty. He was too low to do that. So now, in this small brook, his mind got consumed by looks, rather than by the concept of needing to hunt for the Pride.
Done with his water excursion, Helberd hurried to gather his things. He bent low to pick up the berry basket - calf length hair brushing against the ground as the fabric of his toga swooped /well/ below his tail, and the man hurried to straighten. He just couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It was absurd, but he had be told to never ignore a gut feeling - a lot like the one he was feeling now. -The male once again swooped his hair to the front and cradled the basket to his chest as he prepared to walk back home. Though he didn't usually get nervous, it was a rare time when he was caught unprepared and being unprepared could mean being dinner. Even more unfortunate, his house was in the direction of where the sound came from.. He breathed, and started cautious towards the shack.
Timbavati watched still. He couldn't move. Frozen, like the prey that usually was. Taking a somewhat shaken breath, he moved away, out f sight, and closed his eyes, trying to think as well as he could. His brain was mush though, arguing with him and telling him that it didn't matter what he thought, that he should chase this creature. But his instincts told him to hunt. To kill. To feast. He shook his head, a few bangs slipping from the tie and moving in front of his face, before he moved carefully away, and yet toward him at the same time, cautious of how he moved, careful of what he did.
He slowly approached the bushes. By this point, he was absolutely convinced there was another near by. He was also sure that confrontation had to be had for the sake of safety. Helberd couldn't just allow a predator to go free near the herd, and even if he did - his abode wasn't far away, and was by no means a fortress. The animal would simply just come after him. "Who's there?" He called, "Show yourself and I may show you some mercy". By now he was close enough to his house (back to it) to set the berries down without worry. Hands free, they dangled clenched into half-fists at his side. In the green, he spotted a few tuffs of white, "I can see you from here. Come out now, or I will be forced to take action" He said, visibly narrowing his eyes and pulling his lips into a frown.
Timbavati froze, hearing his voice. He knew? How did this leaf eater know? He growled out lowly, frustrated, before carefully moving to reveal himself. Standing straight, he was almost six five. He was well built, but still somewhat thin. Either way, he was certain he would e able to take down the creature before him. His ears perked, he stared toward Helberd, tail flicking at the tip. He tilted his head, staring at him with bright blue eyes. "..... Take action? Really?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 12:23 pm
Helberd's mouth twitched. He was slightly taller than the other male, but he quickly noticed what species he was. The other male had considerably more muscle packed away than he did, and he knew if they got into a real fight he'd lose for certain, with or without his pointed appendages. "Yes." He answered simply, moving his hands to rest at his hips. "You should leave this forest now. Hunting here will bring you nothing but misfortune and death. All Deeyrid herds have many Guardians stationed to prevent your kind from taking lives." The lone Deeyrid ignored the piercing blue eyes, and instead lingered on the tail behind the man. Lyouns. The most dangerous of all feline predators, next to the Tiygors of myth.
It was hard not to snort. Not to let out a noise of disbelief and amusement. So Timbavati settled with a slight quirk of his lips, a sort of smirk. His eyes flickered, taking in the sight of the Deeyrid again. Just how was he so fascinating? He tilted his head, his ear giving a slight flick, before he shifted forward some, taking just a couple steps, and then stopped. "And who said I was hunting?" His voice gave a slight lionistic purr to the notes, before he let his hands rest in a rather relaxed position at his side, trying to seem like he wasn't a threat.
The Deeyrid resisted from snorting incredulously, taking a moment to back away as the other male came closer, "You were /stalking/ me. If that doesn't say "I'm hunting" then I don't know what does," He obviously held some sarcasm in his voice, but he was also a little bit ticked off. He face betrayed him by the beginnings of a scowl. Helberd didn't take too kindly to threats to his herd. Slowly he crossed his arms defensively, and flick his short stub of a tail.
Timbavati's tail flicked slightly, before he tilted his head, much like any lion would when admiring something they were debating on killing or keeping away from. He stood still, his body relaxed, before letting the slightest of smirks shift onto his features. "I was merely out looking around, Deeyrid. Do you honestly think my species would allow one colored such as me to hunt for the pride?"
This time Helberd did snort, " I don't know WHAT your species allows" He admitted, "And I'm not taking any chances" He moved about, pacing left and right almost. He couldn't say he wasn't nervous, but he wasn't exactly on pins and needles either. Moving his blonde locks around in his hand, blue eyes met blue. "Are you going to try and kill me or not? I really have more important things to do"
He shook his head, rather simple. Bowing his head down some, he sat, his tail thumping the ground some, before he stared up at him, blue eyes locked, ears perked. "I'm not really in the... killing mood, today." He said, chuckling some before staring up at him once more. He was completely at ease. Even from this position, he could jump up and attack the Deeyrid if he needed to.
Helberd looked down at the Lyoun like he was crazy. Why in the name of the mother was the predator sitting? At a time like this? Helberd wasn't stupid. He took the chance to flee when he got it. Giving the male one last look he picked up his basket and turned towards his house, "Well.....fine then I suppose. Im leaving." He turned towards the door and opened it, hoping the male wouldn't follow him - but left the door open just in case he decided to attack, no sense in ruining a perfectly good door.
Timbavati watched him with almost frosted over eyes. Well, if this was the case, he would be patient. He stayed sitting, his tail tip flicking, before tilting his head some and nodded. "All right." Shifting lightly, the Lyoun laid back against the ground, his arms moving behind his head, using it as a sort of pillow.
It had actually been a few minutes, maybe an hour. Maybe two. But the Lyoun was was still outside. Rather, he was starting to look a bit impatient, but Helberd wasn't quite sure what the male was waiting for. -At last, Helberd when to the door frame, leaning against it and look at him, "Would you like to come in?.....I'm sure I could find /something/ your willing to eat....That's NOT me."
Timbavati's ear flicked, before he lifted his head some, and stared over to him. He had almost taken a cat nap while the other was inside, but now he was able to move. Standing up carefully, slowly, he moved forward careful of how he did so. He moved toward Helberd, very slowly. And with a slight shift, entered the house, his tail brushing against Helberd's body, very slightly, and moved to find a place to sit... which happened to be wherever was warmest.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 12:31 pm
Helberd wasn't used to having guests. Once a year, the head of the herd came to update him on herd law and provide an necessary materials - as mandated, but that was about it. So it was weird when Helberd almost....relaxed an the other entered his house. He glided silently and gracefully over to the fire, grabbing the kettle cautiously and pouring a cup for his guest. "My name is Helberd." He announced, purposely not making eye contact as he looked for food. "What is it that....your species eats?" He asked, eyes darting back for a split second before looking back to the pantry.
Timbavati watched him. He was so amused. He suppressed a chuckle, before easily resting himself down against the ground by the fire. His eyes closed, and he let himself kind of just, lay. It wasn't until he heard Helberd talk did he react. His ears perked up some, and he looked over toward Helberd. "Timbavati. And we eat meat. What else would we eat?" He said, laughing slightly.
It had been a couple of days since the Lyon first came into his home. Over the handful of days, they had talked and Helberd had laughed. While he had made a couple of hungry looks at the Deeyrid, he hadn't made a move to eat him - having chose to hunt every couple hours or so for smaller catches, and in return Helberd had allowed him to stay to keep him away from the herd.
Now, Helberd was in his house, bent over the fireplace stocking and replacing the wood to keep it warm, as well as cook the stew he was making - a dish with leftover meat from Timbavati's last meal, hoping to feed the Lyoun some sort of greens. The Deeyrid swept his hair behind him, smiling as he did often these past few days, and went to dip his hands in the water bucket.
Timbavati was reclined. Relaxed. Honestly, since living within the pride, he never felt this way. Everything was tense. He couldn't remember the last time he just lounged. And now, with his body stretched out in front of the fire, laying on the rug, he felt like nothing in the world could harm him. Nothing could stress him out. He rolled over, facing the warmth, his tail tip flicking every so often, before letting out a slight yawn, fangs showing their sharpness. Where it was true he had been hunting small game, the thrill of the chase was growing to a part where it was becoming intolerable. He wanted to hunt something that would give him a good run... but for now, he decided to relax instead, and not scare the Deeyrid.
Helberd dried off his hands on the white cloth around his body and looked down at Timbavati, "You are aware that there is both a couch and a bed in this room, right?" He said, smirking down at the Lyon. "Also, I finished the stew, if you'll eat it. I understand if you don't though" Helberd shrugged and flipped his wrist before going over to rest on the bed. "...Are you going to go back to your....pride....soon?" He said, looking over at the male with silvery blue eyes, worrying his hair through his hands. Helberd didn't REALLY mind if the Lyoun left or not, it /would/ be safer for the pride, but he had grown accustomed to the company. After all he hadn't had any real company since his mother died over 15 years ago... He looked at Timbavati and gave a shrug, smiling, before dropping his hands to the bed.
The Lyoun flicked an ear back toward Helberd, not moving. He let out another slight yawn. And with a slight shift, rolled over onto his back so he could place his icy blue gaze on the other male. He stretched out, back popping a couple times, before letting out another yawn, the Lyoun in him telling him to sleep his full twenty-two, but at the same time not wanting to. "Mmm? I'll have some, sure. And yeah, I know there is." He grinned, showing the small fangs. "But this spot is closer to the fire. And I'm used to the ground as it is." The Lyon sat up, before pushing himself to stand, and walked over toward the pot of stew, sniffing at it slowly, his eyes flickering along the pot. And with that, he chose to ignore the question of the pride, and got a bowl from the cabinet, and a spoon, and filled his bowl.
Helberd frowned, rising to full height, and strode over to Timbavati, resting his long slender fingers on the male's shoulder, "If you plan on staying here, I'd like to know." True, the Deeyrid had enjoyed his time with the other male, but the prospect of living with someone he barely knew....It was different for him, and he'd need sometime to get used to the idea, but he wasn't altogether opposed. After the male had finished, he grabbed a bowl for himself and sat down at the table. He flicked his ears and mulled over the thought. It would be nice to live with someone again. He missed the company of another for quite some times. While true he had stayed with other Eyrathians when the herd migrated in the winter months (for shelter and food), it still wasn't the same as having a companion. The only draw backs were the opposite predator/prey relationship & the possibility of the herd finding out, and being forced to relocate. To Helberd, the pro's tentatively outweighed the con's.
Timbavati continued to dish up his food. His ear flicked when he felt the arm on his shoulder, the voice near his body. His eyes flickered over to stare at Helberd for a few seconds, before he looked back at the food, eyes locking on the food once more. Did he want to stay? There was less stress here... less of a challenge to be hurt for messing up. But he was a Lyoun. He was pride oriented... and maybe if Helberd was his pride... The possibilities were endless. He took a spoonful of food, and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly. So lost in his thoughts, he didn't seem to answer the question.
While the spoon hovered a few inches from his bowl, Helberd smiled and chuckled lowly, "You sure are a quiet one aren't you?" He said, before he spooned the food into his mouth and swallowed, "If we're going to get along and maybe even become friends, you're going to have to say more than two words every now and again." He laughed again, before finishing his food and rinsing off his bowl. It was getting dark outside, but Helberd needed to get some more food before the day was over. He gave a glance out the doorway, then one over his shoulder to Timbavati. While he shrugged on a small hooded white cloth he said, "I'm going out to find some more food. If you like, you may join me and get whatever you'd like me to make for tomorrow." He smiled politely before shrugging and stepping outside for his small basket.
Timbavati blinked, his ears flicking toward Helberd once more. He stared after the Deeyrid for a few seconds before letting his eyes lock on the bowl. Finishing his food quickly, he coughed out a laugh. "I was just in thought. Um.." He paused, rinsing his dish quickly before he stretched his arms over his head. Fresh air would make it easier for him to think... Or at least that's what Timbavati thought it would. He nodded his head, grinning toward Helberd,before following him out the door, arms resting behind his head some, eyes locked on the other male. He could stay... Hunting would be easy, as would life. And having a constant companion that didn't feel the need to beat him every time he failed at something... He nodded lightly, grinning. "I think I'll stay."
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 12:35 pm
Helberd blinked back through the door at Timbavati, "Stay?..Did you just say you were coming wi-.....Oh!" He blushed and looked back towards the forest, fondling the basket in embarrassment. "Oh. Okay. Yeah. Wonderful." He flipped his hair back and chuckled at himself nervously. "I guess I'll have to find a way to make another bed or something...And we're going to have to talk about arrangements during the cold months" He said, as he rambled on while going deeper and deeper into the forest, "....And..." He coughed, feeling a blush creep up on his neck, "...And if you ever feel the need to bring a female in...." His ears laid back against the top of his head, flicking his eyes back to the Lyoun in embarrassment. "Well.....We'll just talk about that later.." He crouched down, tail flicking every once in awhile, as he picked at some berries. "What is it you're going to want tomorrow?"
Timbavati couldn't hide his chuckle. It slipped from his throat rather easily, and he just smirked. This deer was very amusing. He closed his eyes, following the sound of the footsteps as he moved, his tail swaying a bit behind him. "I can crash on the floor, Helberd. Honestly, that fireplace is warm, and comfortable." He shrugged it off though, and looked around, eyes flickering some. He breathed in the cool air, eyes closing, trying to find the smell of something, anything. "As for girls... yeah, don't expect that to hap-" He stopped mid sentence, his eyes snapping open. The hair on his neck stood on end, and he completely stopped his movement, body locked in a tense stance. "..."
The stag frowned and opened his mouth to question the absence of any females, but he saw Timbavati turn tense and Suddenly became hyper aware. Helberd stopped his picking and stayed low, "What is it?" He whispered, glancing around. He felt a chill sweep up his spine, and his tail flicked up on high alert. Every once in awhile a Woolve or mountain Lyoun would show up, but only rarely - and he himself had only encountered one Woolves so far.
Timbavati let his eyes flicker around, trying to figure out what it was that had cause his senses to go berserk. It was rare that he let anything really affect him to the point of stilling. But this was dangerous. He could smell a hunter, and that hunter was hunting something it didn't want to. His head tilted to the side as the Lyoun stared toward the woods. He sniffed slightly, taking a small step toward Helberd, feeling rather protective now that he realized what was going on. His tail lashed behind him, ears pinning back. "Just stay down... stay quiet."
With a sigh Helberd nodded, "Alright fine, but I won't stay down long, and if anything happens I'm not just going to sit here and watch" He set the basket down, and slide his backside close to some near by bushes. Still hyper aware, Helberd kept watch for the animal twanging out Timbavati's senses.
Timbavati looked around, his eyes flickering, before he took another step forward. The smell was too familiar to him. It was driving him nuts. He tried to hold back a growl, but it started to slip from his throat quickly. He was protective, territorial. And Helberd was the person he felt like protecting. When the Lyon did show itself, he was bigger, and stronger. They stood facing each other, bodies tense, staring. A lion sort of match off, so to speak.
As the male appeared, the overwhelming scent of predator hit his nose, and as part of a protective instinct Helberd immediately was forced into his deer form. While in his animal, his flight instinct were yelling at him to leave, but Timbavati had distinctly told him to stay put. His ear laid flat against his head, and he could help but hiss out a "Timbavati?" before sealing his mouth shut.
Timbavati stayed as still as he could, his ice blue eyes locked on golden ones. The silence was so think that it would be easy to cut it with a knife. But Timbavati wasn't here with a blade. He felt his tail flick, but the sound of his name caused his ear to do the same, and as soon as his voice was called, the other Lyoun reacted. He snarled, baring his fangs, before making a move toward the doe. Timbavati was just as fast though, and easily took on his lion form, all white, with scars littering his body. He jumped at the other Lyon, who changed shape as well, and the two males bashed at each other, snarling and scratching, their fangs bared.
Helberd rose on his hooves, ears swiveled forward, "Stop this!" He yelled. Know he shouldn't, he rushed forward kicking up at the opposer while he thrashed his 12 points towards any soft flesh he could get at. Ignoring a couple of claw marks, and ducking from teeth, he tried to aid his new found companion and rid their territory of this intruder.
Timbavati snarled and hissed, feeling the bite on his front paw, before he clobbered the male with his good one. His body was tight, and he was fast with how he moved. There was an advantage to being fast. Letting out a roar, he tried to bash at the male again, but Helberd got in his way, and instead he had to back up to avoid the pointed horns. "Helberd! Move!" He snapped, trying to get at the Lyon, who snarled and tried to get at Helberd instead.
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 12:43 pm
Helberd ducked out of the way for Timbavati, taking the chance to use himself as a distraction to give the other male an opening. He continued to dodge, instead of attacking, so the Lyoun would focus on him instead.
Timbavati took the chance, tackling the Lyon and bit down hard on his throat, drawing blood, his fangs easily piercing the flesh, before he jumped back again and tried to bat at the creation. But the Lyon snarled back, moving away from them, glaring, before running off, more so limping, knowing he was now outnumbered. Timbavati huffed, his eyes narrowing dangerously, body still very much so tense.
Helberd relaxed back onto his hooves, licking at some of the scratch marks on his flanks. He noted Timbavati's handsome Lyoun form, even through his tense stance, but decided not to say anything because he felt the male was angry with him. It wasn't often the Helberd changed into his deer form outside of winter, and so he felt slightly out of place on his long slender legs.
Timbavati waited for several moments, not caring about his wounds or the pain that seemed to course through his body. He waited until he was sure that the other Lyon was gone, before he relaxed, winced, and lifted his foot up off the ground, eyes flickering to lock on Helberd. "Are you all right?" He asked, concern evident in his voice, before he limped over toward the deer.
Helberd shook his head, "I'm fine. Some simple scratches, and that's all," He said, giving them another look, "I'm more concerned about you." In a second he slipped back into his Deeyrid form and picked up his basket. "Come on. Let's go back so I can treat your wounds." He nodded solemnly with his ears still low, before heading back to the house. The foraging trip was obviously ruined, and he had felt somewhat responsible for Vati's injuries.
Timbavati nodded his head, turning back into his human-esc form. His left arm was ripped up near his shoulder, the claws having dragged across the flesh and left a rather bad wound. He had a few other bites and scratches, but the worst was on his arm. He followed him toward the hut again, his tail flicking, ears perking some. "Are you all right though? Are you sure?" He asked, eying him carefully.
Helberd smiled lightly and nodded, "Yes. I'm fine." The male silently pointed to the bed as he strode over to the counter to grind some fresh healing leaves and other herbal ingredients into a bowl. Collecting the mixture, he glided over to the bed and sat down, patting his lap. "Lay down and tell me where you're injured."
Timbavati arched an eyebrow slightly, watching him move. He eyed the bed, frowning ever so slightly. If he laid there, he would get blood on the cloth. And that could permanently stain it. Sighing, he did as he was told, and moved over, laying down with a slight wince. "Ah... Um." he stopped, calculating his injuries in his head. "My arm is the worst. The rest aren't that bad."
Helberd nodded and lightly positioned the male in the way he needed before softly beginning to rub the ointment into the flesh. "That's okay, but you should still but a small amount of the medicine on even the smaller cuts." Helberd took some of the wrap he had brought over with him and wound it around the wound. "So....did you know who that was? Or do you not want to talk about it?" He asked nonchalantly. He wasn't going to push it, but it wouldn't hurt to know.
Timbavati shifted with the movement, not wanting to cause more issues. He lifted his arm slightly, and let out a low hiss when he felt the ointment cover his arm. Pain surged slightly for a second, before it was gone. He lifted his head a bit and stared toward Helberd, before sighing and nodded in agreement. If anything got infected, it would not be a good thing. He let his body relax some, eyes closing, before opening one and stared up toward Helberd once more. "... A hunter from my pride. I don't know all their names, but I could tell he was from the pride I belonged to."
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 12:47 pm
"Are there going to be more?" He asked, blinking down at he male, as he patted the non-injured arm signaling he was done. It was sort of a deer's job to worry all the time. If they didn't, they died. 'Here, take this and put it on your lesser wounds" He handed him the bowl and wiped off his hands. Idly, he gathered his hair and began braiding it messily, as it had been bothering him through the day. "Anyway. You're welcome to sleep on the floor, but if it ever gets too cold or uncomfortable you could just climb in bed with me for the night" He said, shrugging, as he braided.
Timbavati nodded, taking the medicine. He looked toward Helberd and nodded, before starting to put some of the salve on his lesser wounds. He idly listened to Helberd, but his mind seemed to be distracted. Would more come? If they did, he was sure he could fight them off, but he didn't want to put Helberd in risk. Frowning, he shifted to look back toward Helberd, eyes serious. "I have no idea... They might, now that they know the general idea that I'm around here..." He mused it over, before shrugging and looking back at his wounds. "You should put some on your own wounds... and I will, if I get cold."
Timbavati nodded, watching him lay down to rest. When the deer fell asleep, the Lyoun shifted back to his lion form. He winced some, he action causing him to have a bit of pain. He wasn't used to doing that when wounded. He laid in front of the fire for a few moments, relaxing some, warming himself, and then got up again when he was sure Helberd was in a deep enough sleep. He patrolled the area that night, making sure everything was all right, and nothing would come to harm his new found home. While doing so, he captured a few small game; rabbits, squirrels, and a small fox. He also made sure to grab some familiar plants and fruits, but only the ones he saw Helberd pick often. By the time he got back from patrolling and hunting everything, it was almost dawn. He went inside, and phased back into the human form he usual had, before laying down in front of the fire, stretching some, and started to fall asleep, his body eased.
Helberd awoke, not particularly well rested, but at least he was less tired than when he fell asleep. He donned his usual attire and took his hair out of the braid. As he unwound the last strands, he spotted various fauna and flora on the table - next to the bowl he had set down the night prior. The stag let out a happy sigh, eyes flicking to the sleeping male, and quirked a smile as he tired to quietly set up some breakfast.
Timbavati's ear flicked at the sound of someone moving, but he was to tired in his need for sleep that he didn't really budge. He rolled over, facing the fire now, and let the warmth consume him as he slept. It felt too good, honestly. Sleeping. Something he probably needed to do the night before but didn't. His ears continued to flick at the slightest movement, but other than that, he didn't mind it, since he knew it wasn't someone sneaking up on him.
An hour later the food was done, but Helberd still didn't have the heart to wake him. He had a feeling the male had been out all night and Lyouns tended to sleep long periods even when they hadn't been out and about. Out of reflex for usually caring for his mother when she was tired or sick, Helberd dropped down beside the other male and just sat for awhile - seeing as he didn't have much else to do. After a couple of minutes of having warred with himself, he tentatively touched Timbavati's hair and stroked it through his fingers, and humming softly. He could've said he was just showing his appreciation for the Lyoun's help, but honestly he was already becoming attached and he was just glad to not be so alone anymore. So he sat there in front of the fire and hummed, and let light gold hair mix with a platinum silver.
Timbavati's ear flicked, his nose twitching. He could smell the food, but he couldn't move. He was too comfortable. Too at ease. The whole world around him felt fake, lifeless. But that warmth at his back brought his awareness up. He breathed in deeply, picking up the smell of Helberd, and relaxed back into his slumber. The feel of hands on his hair, the soft noise of his humming, seemed only to lull the Lyoun into a deeper sleep. He let out a small, almost purr in the ease of being comfortable, before rolling over to face Helberd, and sleep once more, his body relaxed.
Timbavati frowned. Why was it raining so dang bad? His ears pinned back, eyes narrowed at the downpour. He had been living with Helberd for a few months now, and was certain that, as he knew, their breeding season was probably over. Though the male wasn’t sure if Helberd was going to be migrating anywhere, he wanted to stay with the buck. Rubbing the back of his head, his tail giving a slight flick, the Lyon turned his eyes over and toward Helberd. He wasn’t exactly sure what these feelings were, but he was attached, very much so. He had fought of a few other Lyon’s who tried to attack their home, and, in the process, killed one. They had used the pelt as a blanket, for when the winter months did start to draw near. For now, it was tucked away. Stretching, he moved away from the window, and walked around the small home. “Damn rain…”
Helberd flicked his eyes to the Lyon and tossed his head back in a smooth motion and laughed, "Be kind. The rain is only doing it's job in caring for the forest - or else we'd be out of food. It's just our bad luck that it also happens to be trapping us, in the process." With that he turned back to the table he was clearing from their last meal. The smile he had been wearing slowly transformed into a frown of thought as he slunk deeper into the pondering running about his head. Another mating season had passed without any mate, except in his life he had found a new surprise this season. Over the months, he knew he had gained feelings for the stray he had picked up. Not that he had ever felt feelings as such, but his mother had explained to him the kind of feelings they were. Love, she said. He had fallen in love, and having grown up away from the herd, he had also grown up away from any of the social stigmas that would have made him feel love between two males was unusual. However, he was secretly shy - due to few and far contact with others, and this made him hesitant to bring up the subject with the Lyon. Now, though, with the storm trapping them inside, he wondered if he might say something. "....Was the food good, 'Bavati?"
Timbavati blinked, his eyes flickering to Helberd. He blinked toward him, staring. The Deeryid made a valid point. Without the rain there would be no grass, no leaves. Without the grass or leaves, there would be no small animals to prey upon. He sighed, ice blue eyes flickering, before stretching his back. Moving forward, he helped, picking up a couple plates, and smiled toward Helberd, before setting them on the counter to be cleaned. Stretching his back again, Timbavati moved back toward his favorite spot; the fire. He laid in front of the fire place, lounging easily, before his ear flicked. Turning his head, the Lyon smiled and nodded, his body easily relaxed. "Yea... You make some great food, Helberd. Breakfast was amazing."
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2012 3:11 pm
He smiled and blushed, turning his head as he sat down next to the male, with his legs tucked under him, "Thank you. I've had a lot of practice, in the years I've been by myself." After a minute or two of silent, Helberd gathered his hair and cleared his throat. "If...if you don't mind, there is something I'd like to talk about..." He said, not looking at the Lyon, but rather watching himself trail his fingers across the hand sewn rug.
The Lyon shifted and laughed some, nodding his head. Back in the pride, he rarely was able to cook anything he was given. Hell, all his meat was ripped off the bone. Scraps. There were times he even tried to just smash the bones and get at the marrow. But here, he was able to just... relax. Eat when he wanted, sleep how he liked. And he was happy and comfortable. His ear flicked up, and he leaned, shifting to sit up on his elbows, head turned toward the lovely buck. "Hm? Sure. What do you wanna talk about?"
"Well...." He started and stitched his fingers across his face, to hide his eyes. At the same moment, he took a deep breath and exhaled, small tail twitching. "Well...First I just want to say, that if you feel uncomfortable at all, after I say my piece, you are free to leave at any time." With that, he splayed his hands out in front of him, "But, I feel, or well, I'm certain - that over these past few months I've developed...an intense liking for you. One of....Of a mating level, I suppose, but could - or does, go deeper than that" Helberd finally looked at Timbavati, and tilted his head, eyes low through lashes, and hair spilling over his shoulder like a golden waterfall, "My mother would call it love, I believe"
Timbavati watched him for several moments, his face twisting. He frowned, eyebrows drawn ogether. Leave? Why would he do that? Unless this had to do with Helberd wanting him to not eat meat or to stop lazing in front of the fire, he saw no reason to just leave. Shaking his head some, he paid attention, before icy blue eyes snapped up and locked on Helberd's face, staring. He felt his heart skip a beat, his body stiff. "... You... love me...?" He murmured, staring, half shocked, half confused, considering in a pride, there was no love, just sexual interactions to ensure the production of children. Love was... rare, if it existed at all.
He blushed and nodded, "If not already, then I would fall in love with you soon enough. Or at least...thats what I think this is. Since...I've never had these kinds of feelings before." He watched the Lyon, and saw him stiffen. "Like i've said, if you're uncomfortable at all, it's okay if you go - just don't.....get....angry, at me. Please." He feared that the Lyon might take it badly, and he would follow the fate of the other Lyon's that have approached their territory. As it was, he wanted to reach out and take the Lyon's hand in his, but he was afraid of the reaction that might entice.
He watched him for a moment, before turning his face away, blue eyes locked on the fire. Timbavati's ears flicked slightly, turning toward the Deeryid, before laying back, his jaw grit. Love... Something that everyone, even his own mother, had informed him he would never have. He was white. Too white. An outcast and a weakling. But here had had found it. He had protected Helberd from all attacks, even at the risk of his own life. He had hunted successfully in everything he could track. He was strong. They had all been wrong before, they could have been wrong about that too. Turning his eyes back toward Helberd, he watched him, staring. "... I don't... I don't know what love feels like... Lyon prides rarely see it. But I will admit... that I have extreme feelings for you, which I can't seem to understand." He turned his head to the side ,cocking it slightly, before reaching his hand out, and let his fingers graze against Helberd's jaw. "You really think I could get angry at you?"
The Deeryid leaned into the touch and leaned towards the Lyon, "I don't know what to think anymore." He said softly, placing his hand over the male's, "Ever since you've come here, my life has been turned upside down. A dry grass set a flame." He leaned forward until their noses were brushing when he talked, "And I never want you to leave"
Timbavati blinked, his eyes flickering. He stared, before his heart raced slightly. Gulping, he shifted some, and moved one of his arms to reach, and wind around the Deeryid, pulling Helberd slowly closer, his body seemingly relaxed. "Hm.. I have to agree.. I never thought I'd be this close to a plant eater. But... I..." His icy blue eyes flickered, before locking on Helberd's eyes. "I'm quite happy."
Helberd instantly smiled and laughed good-naturedly, putting one hand on Timbavati's cheek "Well. I'm glad" And with that, Helberd's smiling lips met the Lyon's and he was melting into him. Being absolutely honest, he felt happier than ever, even since the other male had arrived. It seemed everything about him resonated with agreement. His hair shone brighter - even in the damp, dark, murky light. His antlers seemed higher and the beads chimed in a testament to his delight, to his toes curling on their own - in happiness, as his fingers slid into the soft, white mane
Timbavati smiled at him, his eyes softening considerably. He shifted some, tilting his head lightly into the hand, before feeling lips on his own. He was startled for a moment, but easily moved into it. His arms moved, pulling Helberd to his own body, before up into his lap, hands resting lightly against his hips and lower back. He relaxed, tail giving a small swish, feeling the heat radiating off Helberd. It was so much better than the fire.
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