BACK LOGGED RP - BIISA AS ADOL, NEWLY INDEPENDANT
- Biisa had not realized exactly how good he'd had it while traveling with his mother. Well, he'd no notion of such matters until his mother had pushed him to travel on his own, anyways. Now that she'd parted ways with him, only a flimsy promise to meet up in the future left between them, he as beginning to learn a lot more about himself. Or at least what it was like to be a true rogue, with only yourself to depend on. What he'd learned first, and fastest, was that he did not like being on his own. It was horrible, every minute of it!
He sighed as he rolled to his other side; he'd found himself a rather lovely (but small) area of mud. He was under the impression that not long before he'd found it, it'd been some sort of watering hole. A tiny one, maybe. But it was just mud now, and that meant a little bit of fun for the adolescent. He'd not run into any lions or lionesses in ages, which made him feel lonely. Ages, here, meant a day or two. So, in his mind, the mud was a real treat. It was cooling until it dried. When it did dry, it felt odd and sort of wonderful because it was so weird.
His stomach gave a rumble, and in response he gave a load groan. He shut his eyes and wiggled a bit in the mud. Gods above, but he was starving! He knew how to hunt, of course... it was just that he wasn't great at hunting. His mother, she was very good! And he figured if he could just meet some other lions that maybe they'd give him a few pointers... or just sort of do it themselves and invite him to the meal. He smiled fondly as he imagined it, starting to drool.
- It had not taken Fedha long to decide that Tibua was going to be her life mate, not long at all. He was handsome and gentle, intelligent and very kind. He may not have been on the chatty side, like her, but she didn't mind so much. Any feline that spent even a little time with Fedha and Tibua would quickly come to the conclusion that she spoke enough for the both of them anyhow.
Ever since the day she'd ventured into the rogue lands to look for Tibua, thinking something terrible might have happened to him, she'd not looked back once at her homelands. Her home was by Tibua's side now, wherever that would lead them. She'd never thought before now that home was more of a concept than an actual place, but currently she believed in that entirely. She hoped Tibua thought the same as well, even though he'd never known 'homelands'. He'd simply known the life of a lonely rogue... but no longer! "Not with me by your side!" She suddenly said, quite loudly, as she turned to smile fondly at the dark pelted male.
- Tibua still felt guilty for the day he'd made Fedha leave her lands, despite all of her protests that she was fine and she didn't mind one bit. But more than the guilt, he felt a large sense of appreciation and love towards Fedha. It hadn't been long before both of them realized their feelings for each other. Love was a strange thing, he thought. One moment you were minding your own business... and the next, bam! Just like that you found you wanted to devote your entire life to someone else completely.
When Fedha suddenly spoke to him, seemingly out of the blue, he jumped a little. He rewarded her words with a slow smile, understanding her even though her words did not seem to fit the empty space of their comfortable silence. "Or me by yours." He replied softly, his voice never much louder than a whisper. He nuzzled into her neck, but mid action he heard another and froze, bringing himself away from the gray lioness and focusing his gaze on the stranger that had approached.
- Biisa wouldn't have noticed the passing pair except for a sudden outburst of a lioness, which caused him to sit up hastily in the mud and look around almost wildly. Someone else was around! He scrambled out of the small area of mud, seeing them not too far off. He approached without one thought of caution, just happy to have found some social interaction.
The female looked older, the male around his own age. He paused as he saw the affectionate gesture, nose wrinkling. Had he just tried to interfere on something private? His bright pink eyes met the light purple of the other male, his brown pelt something familiar and reassuring to Biisa. He glanced towards the female, but he felt unsure of her. He'd never really encountered a lion or lioness that didn't have a brown hued pelt. "Err... yo?" He offered, his stomach grumbling again.
Fedha giggled as Tibua nuzzled her, leaning into the affectionate gesture. When her mate suddenly was still. She looked up too, but like the stranger that approached Fedha often did not feel cautious of others. At least, she didn't now that she had Tibua by her side. Her white tipped tail flicked as the young male offered a hello, and she gave his words a friendly smile.
"Oh, hi there!" She nudged Tibua a little, well aware that he was feeling tense and on guard. "Why're you muddy?" Even with the dark brown pelt you could tell that the lion was covered in mud, which seemed weird. She'd never covered herself in mud intentionally... oh, maybe it'd been by accident? "I'm Fedha and this is Tibua... we haven't stumbled over pride boarders, have we?" Always good to check, just in case they'd ran into unfriendly lions.
Tibua tried to calm down when Fedha nudged him, but they knew nothing of this male they'd suddenly ran into. Even though they were around the same age, Tibua often acted much older than he was. That was due to being on his own most of his life. When you were on your own in the rogue lands you either grew up or ended up dead, and he'd no intention of ending up dead. Especially now that he wasn't alone.
He nodded a little to the male's greeting. Just because someone said hello didn't mean they were friendly.
It was instantly easy to tell who was the friendly one of the pair, as the other male didn't even say a word. So even though he wasn't sure about the female's pelt, he directed his attention to her. "Oh!" He glanced down at himself and cleared his throat. "I was jus' cooling myself down. With the mud." But... wasn't that obvious?
He smiled cheekily at them, "Yeh can call me Biisa." He decided to just forgo the long first name, seeing as both of them had relatively short ones. No one could pronounce it anyways. "an' no, not a pride cat." He mumbled, a little sullen. "Though evenshally I'll be 'eading towards the swamplands."
"It's nice to meet you Biisa!" She squinted at him though, wondering how mud would actually cool one off... well, it must have worked if he liked doing it! She'd try it too sometime. "Bet it feels nice." She said politely, trying to imagine it.
Her ears perked, happy he wasn't part of a pride but interested in this swamplands place. "Is that why you like mud so much?" She had heard a few stories about the area, mostly wet and dark and very cool compared to the savannah. "Oh! The swamps, that sounds interesting! Tibua and I are also looking for a place we can settle down." She glanced to her mate and beamed at him. "Isn't that right?"
He knew Fedha was a very social lioness, and he supposed this was sort of good since she'd only been able to spend time with him. Or... because of how she was with him he always assumed she was more social. There was still a lot he had to learn about Fedha, but now they had a whole lifetime to.
He would let her chat with the other adolescent while he listened and watched. If he made one wrong move though... Tibua was fairly certain he could take him in a fight.
When Fedha looked to him for confirmation he nodded a few times, considering what they'd both just said. The swamps? He certainly would blend in there... was there a lot of mud, then? He didn't mind getting dirty.
He shook his head yes, "Course it feels nice. Iffin it didn' do ya think I'd do it?" His tone was slightly sharp, thinking she was making fun of him a little. At her wide eyes though he decided that couldn't have possibly of been it. "Er... sorry. But yeh, does feel nice." He mumbled, and the words seemed to appease her. With mister stern face next to her he decided he couldn't be too careful.
He laughed when she asked if that was why he liked mud and just shrugged. He liked mud because he liked mud, did he need any reason besides that?
"Well, yeh should check it out then." He didn't know what else to say... he probably could have told them more if he'd listened to his mother all of the times she'd spoke to him about the swamplands. Most of it felt garbled in his mind though, and he wouldn't want to give them wrong information. There were more important matters at paw though, which he was reminded of by another rumble of his stomach. "Er... y'all wouldn't appen to be hungry would yeh? If they would be willing to go on a hunt with him then things would be perfect! He'd have his belly full, some social interaction... sounded quite nice, really.
She frowned when he responded to her, but he apologized and she decided it was okay. He didn't seem bad, just young. She constantly had to remind herself that Tibua wasn't older than her, even though his full mane hadn't even grown in yet. She was used to his mature attitude, so Biisa was a bit different to deal with than she was used to. "We'll keep them in mind." She said slowly, speaking of the swamplands.
As he asked about hunting she shot Tibua a few looks, it seemed they were discussing the matter without having to use any words what so ever. After a little bit of this they both smiled and she turned back to the other adolescent. "A hunt sounds wonderful! Tibua is an amazing tracker!" She liked boasting of her mate's qualities. She figured it was because Tibua was always so quiet and didn't feel the need to talk. He could go many moons without saying a word, Fedha figured.
His eyes narrowed at the other male's response to his mate, and they did not go back to a normal look even when he apologized. It was strike one, he'd decided. As speak of a hunt came up he looked to Fedha. They hadn't hunted in a while but could this adolescent be any help? A third lion was always help, he knew Fedha would think that. But it wasn't always true... if the hunt failed they could move on and try again.
It wasn't as if they were starving... which meant maybe this kid was. Fine, a hunt it was! He nodded and nudged Fedha before tossing his head in the direction he thought would be best to go in. He glanced back to make sure the other two would follow.
He would soon learn that hunting with a stranger could be both rewarding and stressful at the same time.
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