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 Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 9:11 am
Her paws glided gracefully across the high grass, as she ventured forth into the unknown yet again. One look at her, and you would know she was completely out of place among the more brutish, thug-like felines she was passing by. Her eyes couldn't stay put for more than a second before she was glancing somewhere else. Nothing about this place felt safe, hell it didn't even feel natural! Every fiber of her being demanded that she return home immediately. But she had come all this way, why should she stop now? She shouldn't, that was the answer plain and simple! Nodding her head matter of factly, she continued forward. Her elegant posture and ornate dressing would likely make her an easy target for one of these ridiculous brutes out here. She needed to get a move on and she needed to do it fast. Glancing above her head she took note of the sun's placement in the sky. It was nearly noon, she should have plenty of time to do her business and return home well before dark. And it was a good thing too! Could you imagine her embarrassment if a legion of felines were to descend upon her and demand she return home immediately? Yes, while it would flatter her, and be a boost to her ego it wasn't something she wanted to happen here. Now back home? That was a different story all together.
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Posted: Wed Jul 24, 2013 9:42 am
 Hot.
It was unbearably hot. Also boring, really, but Uovu simply didn't feel all that rushed to do much of anything about his later predicament; the former was still occupying a large part of his brain and where before he'd have turned to his daughter, entertained himself with some conversation... she was no longer there. Her absence weighted so heavily upon his soul he'd not been himself for a very long time; he'd spent his days wondering if this was something Anana would have smiled or frowned over, if he should go here or there, if he should do this or that... until he'd come to the realization that it didn't really matter.
Nothing mattered anymore, because Anana was dead. Or gone, he tried to tell himself, lost somewhere. Alas, he was not naive enough to believe his own notions and briskly swept them under the metaphorical rug in his mind. Sneering at himself, the cheetah rearranged his frame on the large, towering rock formation he'd found some peaceful shade on. His vantage point, a couple of meters off the ground allowed him to view passing rogues, letting him know if a threat approached. Not only that, but the shade was allowing him to at least escape the heat of the mid day sun, for which he was grateful, because it was just so unbearably hot!
Grunting, Uovu shifted his head to the right, and that's when something caught his eye; a leopardess was approaching his rock formation, looking for all the world like a princess, a queen even, as she padded gracefully along the grass. His head moved, following her as she got closer until he rolled his eyes in agitation, "You stand out," he told her matter of factly from his perch, his head laying on the rock, where it was cool, "And not in a good way," came the hoarse, almost mean drawl, "You look like you're just asking for trouble, like that," a small sneer came upon his scarred, burned lips as she eyed her, "You're just lucky it's so hot no one wants to pick a fight, because the way you're carrying yourself... it pretty much shouts 'look at me!', which is never wise around here. Inconspicuous, is what you wanna be, princess, not.... regal. That dun work here in the roguelands, Just an FYI."
He didn't really know why he cared. Didn't really care, in all honesty. He was just bored, and well, verbal fighting didn't really require he move and it was more interesting than feeling sorry for himself.
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 5:25 pm
The leopardess froze in her tracks, one paw risen midway into the air. Looking from side to side, she couldn't place the source of her rude intruder, but to no avail. Her dissatisfaction became evident from her head down to her toes. The look of distaste on her face alone was enough to prove to whomever had spoken, that she truly was a 'princess.' But the posture continued on, from where tense muscles, to her bristled back, and ever far into her toes. Where her unsheathed claws, dug harshly into the dirt. "I beg your pardon?
I wasn't aware there was a code to follow in these parts."Spitting the words, she finally twisted her body enough to catch a glimpse of her trouble maker. Boy was he a sight, his strangely disfigured face would have been enough for her to turn tail and run - IF she had seen it before she'd heard his words. But now he had invited a challenge, and as a politician, she never backed down from a challenge. "Besides, who's to say i'm not looking for trouble? Maybe that's exactly what i'm looking for!"Ruka's head nodded curtly as she glared right into his brown eyes. He might think he was some big and terrifying thing, but she'd seen and heard far worse. "And don't call me a Princess! I am NOT a Princess!"
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 5:57 pm
Uovu watched from his perch, clearly amused, though not motivated enough to even lift his head from the cold, harsh rock he had laid his chin on, "Up 'ere, princess, yeah," he allowed a cheshire like grin to spread over his maw as she continued to look for all the world like she had no idea where she was, until suddenly, her eyes met his, and rather than fear, he saw defiance in her, "Well... yeah. Ain't much of a rogue, are you? Don't look the part," he snorted, almost as if he were talking to a particularly dim-witted child, and then, pushed himself up slightly, so that his head was held off the rock, his frame ready to move if need be, "O' course there's a code around these parts. Like a pride, sweet cheeks. And those like you, that don't know it... don't tend to last long. There's no pride members here to help you out when you get into trouble, you see. No one to come runnin' to help, so usually... the smart ones keep a low profile," he arched a brow down at her, "You ain't really keeping a low profile."
Which meant she was either new, stupid, or had a death wish. Maybe all three, tightly tied into a pretty little present, wrapped with a bow and delivered over for him to claim.
Except... he didn't really feel like it.
He let out a sigh as he realized that the desire to actually do anything to her was entirely absent. He got no thrill from the notion, nothing at all, "Aren't you a lucky duck," he told her as he allowed his head to flop back onto the rock, "Kinda wish you'd stumbled across me a few moons ago. That would've been fun. Fortunately for you, it's too hot for me to be actual trouble, and in all honesty, princess," he stressed out the word after he watched her puff out, "You're making it too easy. But do go on," he waved a paw absently, "Don't heed my word! I'll just watch your early demise from this lovely 'ere rock. Best spot in miles around. Not quite as hot, you see," a pause, "O' course you're not a princess. It was meant as an insult, honey. Don't be daft."
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Posted: Sat Jul 27, 2013 6:19 pm
I the leopardess had a mane, it would be puffed out like a puffer fish's body. She knew better than to wear her emotions on her sleeves, truly she did! But he was right about one thing, if nothing else ... this wasn't her pride. Things were different, she was different. Out here she could be herself, without having to put on some fake show for everyone to see. Out here, she was herself once again. This male's words were really beginning to dig under her skin, and she had no idea how to counteract his obnoxious attitude. She was good at countering an argument, but countering an insult? Well, she'd never been all that great at that. Plus, all of her would be hecklers were given the boot by her guards before any real trouble could come of it. So what was she to do now? "I don't appreciate your tone one bit." She growled, a slight hiss to her voice. She wanted to be as intimidating as she could, and in her mind she was doing a magnificent job. But in reality, she likely wouldn't have scared a flea. In fact, the flea would probably be laughing at her right now. "Yeah? Well if you're such a know it all, how about you stop with the sass and give me a proper lesson? Or are you scared of lite pretty little princess?" Just the sound of those final words made her want to vomit, but she resisted the urge. She wasn't going to show any further weakness in front of this male. Not one little bit. Nkiruka watched with poison darts in her eyes as the cheetah lazily flopped around on his rock. All up high on his own little pedestal ... quite literally. What was it that made him feel so high and mighty? Well aside from the obvious height he held over her. "I don't understand a word of what you're saying, and so i'm going to assume it means something that's meant to scare me." Her eyes rolled back in her head as he flopped his head down yet again. "I'm also going to assume its an empty threat, since you can't be bothered to do anything but lie on that rock."The cheetah's final words sent Ruka's anger over the age, stamping her feet in anger, the fur on her back bristled once more. "Don't be so daft yourself, do you really think I would be so daft as to not pick up on your petty sarcasm.
As if you could be so lucky."
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 5:58 am
Well, if anything... Uovu could no longer properly say he was actually bored anymore. He couldn't really do much about the blasted heat, but this, at least, sure beat feeling sorry for himself; there was something horribly amusing about watching the female puff out her cheeks like an upset toddler, not to mention the way she stomped her foot, like she'd been denied access to the hunt carcass.
It was hilarious, and the cheetah found that an actual grin kept tugging at his maw the more she spoke. Granted, it still showed up as a smirk, and not a particularly benign one (oh, the many wonders of having a permanently scared face), but it was there, he knew as much and... that was more than enough. He'd not smiled in a rather long time, "My tone?" he couldn't help but chuckle, "But sweetheart, this is my 'nice' tone. I swear by the gods," he rolled over so that he was watching her upside down, lifted a claw and crossed his heart with it, "Hope to die," he wasn't even lying; this was him being... more or less nice. There were no particularly evil intentions in his words after all.
His paw dropped languidly over his chest making him look almost canine for a moment; his eyes widened a notch, surprise flashing across his features briefly before he expertly masked it, "A lesson? Are you actually serious?" he rolled right side up, his head lifting off the ground as he stared down at her, "You want me to give you a lesson? Like... you're actually willingly signing up for it?" fact of the matter was that no one had ever willingly signed up to spend extra time with him, except Anana and she was... gone, at best, dead at worst. He opened his mouth to talk again, but it was right at that moment that she hurled her insult at him, which caused him to pause, stare at her, and ten burst into laughter. Actual, genuine laughter, "Did you just call me a pretty little princess?? As an insult?" he managed between barks of laughter, "Oh sweetheart. Can't you do a tiny lil bit better than that? Me thinks you need a lesson in that too!"
When his laughter finally died down, he lifted a paw and patted the large rock formation, "I think I'll take you up on that lesson offer but... later, when it's not hell on earth out there," he told her, "In the meantime, why don't you come up here? See if you're so sassy and cheeky when you're on eye level, eh?" he winced at her words, but not because they hurt him; he looked at her with an almost mocking grimace, "Lesson one; when it's hot out, you find shade, and you move as less as possible or risk dehydration, princess. Roguelands ain't got as much water as prides do, and the little there is... you need to fight for. So usually, when it's this hot, you hide in the shade. There's always the risk of fire, and I don't know if you've seen my face, but let's just say I've met with fire once and don't plan on a repeat date," he smirked, "That's probably why I'm refusing to do much of anything about your sass, hon. Also, while you're at it, you might want to do a touch more than throw my own words awkwardly back at me when you insult me. Might work a tiny bit better."
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