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 Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 11:49 am
Shia bean We have set up every RP we need right now. GO US. /o/  Three days ago, Bandele had met Rhoma in a joint effort to feed themselves and everyone around them. Three days ago, she'd been injured instead. The third lioness, Roka, had taken her leave with a less-than-cordial farewell. Ternary words of advice, funny enough: "Watch that one." He should have. Kept an eye Rhoma, that is.
Bandele had no sisters, no daughters. He had a mother, but to him she was unlike most lionesses. Females bickered, they gossiped; at times they subjected each other to a kind of derision that would elicit a physical confrontation if it were males. This is how Bandele saw things, and through his point of view, Rhoma's... aspersions were nothing to be alarmed about. Did it bother him to witness slander toward Pulan? Certainly. But they would work it out amongst themselves. In the mean time he was taxed with keeping them safe, fed, and making sure Rhoma healed.
He preferred to eat big game when he could. Zebras and things. They fed more mouths, and if you were diligent, you could keep the scavengers off them enough for a second meal. The notion of living that way now was fanciful to the point of being dangerous. He couldn't risk starving them for the sake of pride. Pulan desperately needed to put on weight, and Rhoma would need as much as she could while on the mend.
So Bandele established their territory in a copse of trees surrounded by tall grasses. Hares, rodents, birds, and primates weren't a luxurious food source, but they were a plentiful one. He frequently marked the boundaries of their temporary home. Mornings were spent rubbing the top of his head and his cheeks against bark, dirt, and stone. In the afternoons, he would roar to further declare himself in control of this land.
It must have worked: not a soul came to bother them.
The third night he brought with him a hare and dropped it between them. They could decide for themselves who ate first. His only means of arbitrating was to tell them, "I'm going to get another."
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Posted: Sat Aug 10, 2013 6:31 am
Roka's company was of use for as long as she remained at Rhoma's side. The more bodies to keep close to, the better, yet she couldn't say she was remorseful of the rogue females departure. What with Bandele and Pulan to keep her company, now, Roka was gradually becoming a blip in her past. Only a short time ago they had been roaming the wilds together... now, it might as well have never happened.
Suppose one could say the presence of a male pleased her more than any number of females could. Something about their strength, security, and what attention she could get from them. From him. It was fortunate that the red lioness would have 'accidentally' been wounded on a hunt. For as skilled as she was, and for having never been injured before, the conveniency of it all was unparalleled. It was an honest injury, at least in her actually being hurt, but how honest her actions were on the day of their hunt... was questionable. Neither of her caretakers appeared to be the wiser, though, and had taken her under their wing without a second thought. At least, not a thought she was made aware of.
It would be their trust she would manipulate. A world class home wrecker with quite the agenda.
"Pulan, darling." The fiery lioness called while stretched out on her side, and just before Bandele was upon them. "Come, this way, quickly! I think I see him!"
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For Pulan, things were... different. She couldn't say she was overjoyed to have Rhoma accompany them, as the lioness gave her an uneasy feeling right down to the gut... but having someone to talk to, especially while Bandele was away, was nice. Their conversations were strange, and Rhoma often took control of them, but all the same it didn't leave the poor, blind creature alone, stuck in her own head. Would she have preferred Roka? Certainly, although she'd never say it aloud nor wish harm on anyone; not even Rhoma. As was her belief, they would have ended up with Rhoma in their paws regardless; if not then, someday soon.
Better to let fate do its handy work then to try and avoid it.
Upon hearing the sultry voice of her recent companion, Pulan rose to her feet and scented the air. Bandele had returned, but he wasn't alone. She made her way to Rhoma's side, inadvertently finding herself in front of Bandele, and spoke quickly. "Thank you. Be careful." Unsure for how long he'd wait before hunting again.
Then, to Rhoma, the slate female whispered. "You can eat first, I--"
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She couldn't keep her eyes off of the pair, looking from one to another in disgust. If she didn't feel a sting of pain run up her shoulder, the lioness would have mimicked Pulan childishly. Instead she only hissed to distract the mind. Perhaps it was a better alternative. Wouldn't want to ruin things too soon...
The sight of a rather unimpressive meal left the female perplexed, looking then to the large male and back to his catch before muttering. "That's it?" And then quickly after he assured them of another. "Thank you, sweetheart. How on earth will I ever repay you?" It was meant to portray idle chatter, her piercing stare on his face without waver. Of course, the insinuation behind it was not all covered up in false kindness and appreciation. Only the naive would be under her spell so easily...
Before Pulan had a chance to give the 'go', Rhoma had stretched her neck out, gripped the loose skin of the hares neck, and pulled it under her chin. "I need my strength! If, that is, you ever want me gone."
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Pulan could not ignore the hunger that welled in her stomach, and tried to speak over a gurgle that threatened to make it known. "I... well yes, you do need your strength. I--um." The smell of flesh ripping and blood pouring made her salivate, but she had every intention to let Rhoma eat her fill before bothering to feed herself.
As the other ate she hesitated to continue. If Pulan could see, the expectant look upon Rhoma's face might have forced the words from her. The pale female's conscience, however, would do the job just fine. "I never said I wanted you gone. We don't mind helping someone in need, right Bandele?" Hopefolly B] Hell yeah. All the crazy s**t that's gonna go down man. It's great.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 2:15 pm
"How on earth will ever repay you?"
Rhoma was a temptress. Bandele didn't say it, tried not to think it, but he could feel it. In his birthplace he'd been reared by a nanny proud to spout one caveat after another, and among them he'd been many times advised to avoid females of this flirtatious deportment. Left on their own, attraction may have sunk its claws in, gotten the better of him. He didn't know. Didn't dwell on it.
Bandele was no romantic. He considered himself dutiful to Pulan first and foremost; in love with her second, if indeed he had been so captivated. To follow fleeting affections or lust would have him meandering on a winding road that often led nowhere. To honor commitment would never lead him astray. He was invested in Pulan, pledged to her welfare. Rhoma's primmed fur, smoldering eyes... enticing tones wouldn't change that.
He watched her mutely until Pulan appealed for some sort of mediation. "Right," he chimed in, grunting the word. Rhoma was already busy at work shredding the hare down to the bone. It really wasn't much of a meal.
Against his better judgment, there was an impulse to prove himself, to purge this nagging feeling in his gut inflicted by Rhoma's candid query when presented with the kill. Bandele didn't recognize it for it was: manipulation, playing right into her paw. He was a provider, and whether or not he should care to satisfy the demands of a lioness likely unappeasable -- all except one -- he still did. But what to do?
"I'll hunt a few more like this, then we'll move toward the plains, where the hoofed prey is." He peered at Rhoma, adding, "You'll walk well enough by then."
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 6:42 am
The crimson lioness purred her approval while her eyes rolled to meet Bandele. "You," She breathed in between the arching of her neck to pull forth tendons from her meal. "are so sweet."
Her attention never left the male, and yet it would be Pulan to speak up in thanks.
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She found the other so very strange in her ways. The fashion of which Rhoma spoke made her uncomfortable, and those particular words, while in essence kind, made her entirety squirm in place. Still, a compliment was paid, and although to whom indefinitely it was for the pale lioness could now know for sure, in her haste to be cordial Pulan sputtered, "… I-It's the least we could do." and then, "Thank you, Bandele. But please remember to feed yourself as well."
Before she fell characteristically silent.
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Her lip quivered, and a growl so guttural one could practically hear the acid from her stomach came to pass quickly from the fiery lioness. In such close quarters with Pulan, Rhoma too felt a bit of uneasiness. Prim, proper, and sickeningly good-- she rarely shared in the company of one so opposite of herself. But it was for the rights of a male, in the golden eyes of this temptress. She didn't take the apparent devotion literally between her caretakers. She chose to see through it to a part of Bandele that may, or may not, exist.
Rhoma snapped from her daze and returned to the present, confronted still with Bandele's final comment. Letting her claws sink into the soil beneath them, while her tail became taught in a curl that allowed the end to meet her spine, Rhoma nodded her head and shifted her weight so that all four limbs were beneath her. "I do believe you are right… After our snacks." Hopefolly What the s**t, 5ver later I respond. I AM SORRY.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 2:44 pm
Whatever muscles it took to smile, Bandele seemed to have been born without them. Pulan's laudable behavior earned his distinct equivalent, where his eyes stopped squinting to look more gentle and the pride swelled in his chest enough to physically lift it under the ends of his mane. He tried not to stare, but his eyes did linger.
"I do believe you are right… After our snacks."
Rhoma affected him differently. She didn't take his breath away how she'd hoped to.
His beaming ceased, he exhaled, and after a tick he spoke. "I'll bring enough," he said. An incisive gaze like his never missed a thing. After counting the number of limbs on the ground, one by one, he stared at Rhoma. He chose not to verbally apprise her of her mistake in a way Pulan could understand. "You're looking better already."
No accusation to be heard.
Seeing is believing.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 6:56 pm
A long, drawn out silence suggested a possible discomfort that the pale lioness made note of. For the not-so-accused, it was anything but. Shamelessly Rhoma lifted the paw of her injured limb so it hovered just above the ground, a similarly long and drawn out look kept upon the male of their group. Her expression seemed to twist from a furrow of her brow, which looked of jealousy, to the flatlining of her maw. As neutral as possible.
Her wounds were in truth healing far more quickly then she had, up to this third day, let on. One might go so far as to say they had been exaggerated, although the dangle of an arm out of its socket was hard to overplay. Still, the lioness had grown comfortable in Bandele's absence. She moved carefully around Pulan, but all the same freely. Rhoma had every intention to ride the act for as long as possible, until the winnings were in her paws, but she would inevitably slip up at some point.
His tone lacked accusation. She chose to go with it.
"I can stand on it well enough now, yes. Moving around still seems to be a struggle." Rhoma replied cooly, before bending at the knees to seat herself once more.
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Bandele's look should have gotten a reaction out of her, if only she had the sight to capture it. How unfortunate that it had gone unnoticed, as Pulan often wondered whether a moment like that existed between the two of them. Since it could not be from her end, the responsibility relied solely on him. At the very least it would be nice to know for certain that he saw her when they shared in each others company...
At times it was unfortunate that Bandele was not a man of many words. While it was enough to simply be with him, often the little things seemed to catch up to her. If only she knew.
The pale creature tilted her head. Something shared between the two seemed to unsettle Pulan, but she was beginning to master the art of concealing such suspicions. What with Rhoma's lack of filter, nothing felt could be kept to the privacy of ones own bubble. When the exchange died down, she smiled.
"One day at a time." Hopefolly This has taken me all night because of: muse and parents. LOL sorry for the overall delay on this! ONE MORE THING FOR YOU TO TAG YOU'RE WELCOME.
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 9:45 am
Shia bean YEAH MAN POST DELAYS I MEAN WHO DOES THAT?
Bandele hadn't said much before making his egress, and as usual it hadn't occurred to him that this left Pulan as figuratively as literally in the dark. For someone so generous, he could be terribly inconsiderate. She'd have heard him go, at least, as his steps were like the lion himself, powerful and lumbering. He sent up a prayer and kismet or coincidence — it didn't matter to him which — intervened.
Several unsuccessful hunts and three fruitless searches later, he found a warren full of elderly and timid hares, some too mangy to trust eating them. Three of his four kills were cleared for consumption, and with the shape the last was in, he considered it a merciful death.
The trio of bodies in acceptable condition were soon dropped between the pair of lionesses. In hindsight, Bandele should have known not to bring an odd number without specifically stating Pulan was to get the majority.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2014 3:10 pm
For the duration of Bandele’s second leave neither of the females put forth effort to fill the silence. In hearing his heavy steps, Pulan’s stomach turned and her voice was lost to a hard swallow. She was stiffened by uncertainty; the heat of frustration all but flushing her face red. What to do, what to say. Had Rhoma taken to watching her without a word? The thought alone spread pins and needles from the back of her head down through her spine. She thought it might be easier to remain quiet, but the renewed tension was almost too much to bear. Almost.
Rhoma, in contrast, appeared at ease in the quietness that followed. She watched the male depart for as long as the foliage would allow it, and then turned her attention to her pale companion. Pulan's struggle did all the work her words would ever hope to at this point. Speculation and worry looked to eat away at the smaller lionesses confidence, and kept the shy female from breaking ground. For one so blind, Pulan possessed an incredible capacity for expression. While the smile was wiped from her companion's maw, Rhoma's spread toothily.
Until the red female's tail thumped against the earth, Pulan had kept her head low. It was a stance she took to subconsciously, but had not been forced into since Bandele's fortunate find. When the disruption jerked her attention to the side, a soft chuckle found her ears and pinned them flat against her skull. Her gut was never wrong. The doubts she carried over their short time together were showing signs of validity. Rhoma was a trouble. Pulan didn't want to believe it, but part of her had already begun to.
When Bandele returned it took all of Pulan's might not to find his side for comforts sake. She would shift her weight against the earth she rested, and force a smile just as soon as his scent carried her way.
Things for Rhoma were slightly different now then they had been the day before, or even just an hour ago. In Bandele's company, she had to play her cards right lest she risk another slip up. Being bold was one thing, throwing caution to the wind another and for as much as Rhoma enjoyed the risk of risk-taking-- she thoroughly enjoyed winning more. So she greeted their guardian with a slight dip of her muzzle before following the motion to the heap of hares at his feet.
Bandele need not worry over Pulan's fairing when it came to the meal he provided, not this time in any case.
"Thank you." Rhoma rose, bearing weight on her hind legs, and limped forward. Close enough to reach out with only her neck, the lioness would again drag a corpse by the canines of her maw. A flick of her gaze from Bandele to the pile and back would be all she would offer him in the usual Rhoma fashion, before returning to her place in the dirt. She would give no time for the pair to fuss over the remaining hares, adjusting herself carefully onto both elbows before musing.
"Pulan was looking troubled in your absence... Almost ill. The rest are yours for the taking. Your strength is as much a necessity as mine." She feigned gingerness in her first bite, chewed on it slowly, before humming as if a thought had come to her. "Perhaps more so."
"I-I'm not ill..." Pulan replied calmly, mostly to reassure the male, and despite being stunned by the accusation. Bandele had enough to worry about! "But thank you."
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 10:31 am
Bandele saw her glance from him to the pile. Why he hadn't felt it necessary to place the hares more strategically left him baffled. He begrudgingly acknowledged Rhoma was bringing out the worst in him just as Pulan commanded the best. Part of him had wanted her to limp for that hare with her "injured" leg. Petty, so petty, and it was worse than he knew. The significance of their number was no less than their arrangement. Just maybe he'd wanted the satisfaction of telling Rhoma she wasn't to take more than one for herself.
" The rest are yours for the taking."
Out of everything she'd said, Bandele dwelt on this the most. How could he have let his imagination run away with him? Rhoma was conniving, but more so than Lakisa? Or Sen? Or even his former queen? He'd never harbored resentment toward them for the crime of having a female's wiles. Pulan was an exception, not a standard.
He wasn't fool enough to think Rhoma without ill-intent, but had he exaggerated their depths? He'd started to suspect her beauty was skin deep... Maybe it was her deviltry that didn't seep to the bone. One look to Pulan and he could understand why someone would find her ill. He had a lot of work to do and some sickly hares just weren't enough.
"She'll be alright," he said calmly. "Eat. We'll be moving again once you're done."
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2014 11:28 am
Pulan's nod would be slow. An army crawl would allow her snout to find the hares that her eyes could not, but it too would be paced and done with caution.
The amount of times she had cursed her impairment were few and far between. In fact, as of late her prayers for sight had only been to allow her a single glimpse of Bandele. Just one second of him would do, so that every day preceding it she would see his face instead of the darkness. The true, the real, and without a doubt the most beautiful face she could ever imagine. But now, as vulnerably began to set and she began to feel just as ill as Rhoma claimed, it angered Pulan to sense the welling of damnation for her two, very broken eyes.
The corpses were beneath her when Pulan's movement stopped. She remained still, a look of contemplation furrowing her brows, for several moments while the aroma overwhelmed her sensory. She mauled over whether or not to eat, whether or not to speak up in defense of herself further, or whether or not to find Bandele in private to speak of her concerns... She fussed within those few seconds over the anger she felt, and how angry it made her to get angry in the first place. And how Rhoma was the cause, and yet it wasn't fair to place blame on the poor, injured female in their care. Then, as much as she wanted to deny Rhoma the satisfaction of her eagerness, hunger would not allow the lioness to starve for the sake of pride. All of her thoughts dissolved for the time being while she ate in the silence that followed.
Rhoma would smile through her rips and chews, keeping a close eye on both the beauty and the beast.
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