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 Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 5:02 pm
Sometimes, her colouring was quite useful. The dark was falling and most of the pride was slinking back to their dens for sleep, but not Nisija. Nisija, pale as the sand and just as flimsy, was curled up in a hole that she had dug herself in the beach shoreline. She was far enough away form the water that she would not drown as the waves crested up and drifted back into the ocean, but she was close enough that she could almost reach out and touch the surf as the water swelled.
She felt rather numb, and even the shadows dancing at the corner of her vision only made her shudder, not flee. Her mother was gone. Her sister had long since left. Ili'ella had to return to her family, and even her wayward brother had quickly fled the scene.
She was alone.
She shuddered and curled up tighter. Why was she still here? She wondered. Why couldn't she leaved?
It only took a moment for the answer to come to her. Monsters. The rogue land would be full of them, and even her sister could not protect her from all of them.
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 5:12 pm
 The ambiance of the night was lost upon him as the great lion made his way across the sand. For perhaps the first time in his life he was in mortal form, with his choppy mane covered his stitched eyeless sockets. Kifunguo had no way of knowing where he was, since he had simply appeared on the sands from the God's Haven, and without his wings he felt utterly imbalanced. Still, mortals panicked around Gods and he would surely get no answers out of anyone in his true form.
Though if he was truthful he would say that he was lonely. The night was dark and full of terrors, even for the God of Bones. To his right he could hear the swell of the ocean, and the crest of waves upon the sand near his paws. Some days he wondered what it would like to swim again, to feel the ocean swallow him whole and become a lifeless mass in it's embrace. Shaking his head, Kifunguo walked on, trying to dispel such thoughts from his mind.
He could smell a lioness close to him, or at least he thought she might have been close. Frowning, he craned his head, trying to find her with sightless sockets. "Where are you hiding? I know you're out there."
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 5:41 pm
He was dark, almost as dark as the night which was sinking in around her. She didn't see him until he spoke, and her eyes, pale and fading, flicked to look at him as her entire body tensed - ready to flee. But he was too close. He would see her if she moved, or ran, and then he would capture her.
He had to be a monster.
She let out a tiny whimper, unable to control it or hold it back, as she sunk further into the sand, allowing it to sift down over her pale colouring.
She knew she should have gone back to her den - at least the monsters lurking there were familiar ones!
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 5:49 pm
He couldn't see her on the sand, but he knew the sound of blood in a mortals veins, their scent, and the sounds that only he could hear; the little sounds of bones across muscle. Without even looking Kifunguo knew she was tensed to flee, so he slowed to a stop, a good distance away from her.
Then she whimpered and he had to sigh. A long, deep, exhausted physical sigh. He was so tired of others seeing him as nothing more than a monster, and he thought it might have gone away now that he was in a mortal form. Obviously he thought wrong.
"Please," His voice was far more desperate than he liked, "Speak if you can. I'm very lost, and I can't see to find my way out of here."
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 5:56 pm
She saw him stop and felt panicked. Was he stopping, ready to pounce and attack her? He was, wasn't he. Oh she was going to die tonight and it was all because she was lonely! Damn it! Why didn't she stay in her den like a good girl?
The sigh caught her attention though - it sounded tired. Then he spoke and she blinked in confusion. He was...lost? What was going on? Monsters didn't get lost, they hunted people. They had to know where they were going.
She hesitated for a moment, before speaking, still buried in the sand. "You are on the edge of the Kizingo'zaa pride - once full of madness, we're now a pride of gypsies."
She didn't know what else to say for a moment, hesitating before asking, "Where did you want to be?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 6:05 pm
If he'd had his eyesight this wouldn't be a problem. He could have had this information long before it would ever escape the lips of this simpering little female. Hell, she might have been large, but from the way she cowered, all hunched up, bone to bone, he couldn't tell.
"Kizingo'zaa..." Kifunguo murmured, flicking his eyelids in a frown. "Yes, yes, I've heard of it, vaguely, in passing. I remember the madness, but not the gypsies. Is that recent?" How long had he been gone from the mortal realm? Was this a new change, or had it been centuries in the making?
"Home." He answered simply, craning his head in her direction, unaware of how daunting his face looking in the night light without the gleam of eyes.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 3:13 pm
"The madness lifted months ago, and the gyspy way set in around the same time. Some still fear their mad, but others, they have become as normal as...well, as normal as gypsies can be," she admitted. She was still mad. Surely she was mad, seeing monsters everywhere. Surely they weren't real.
It was then that she noticed his lack of eyes. No glint, not flicker, not even a blink across the distance as her eyes got used to the darkness (as much as they ever would) and she could make out his figure better.
She gasped suddenly, asking, "what happened to your eyes?" before she could stop herself.
Oh god, she was going to die for that question.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 3:42 pm
"Has the Goddess left as well?" He vaguely remembered there being a Goddess associated with the madness, which made him more than wary to be within the lands. Kifunguo wanted little to do with others, less so with the females of his own kind. "It is...interesting, to know the land is no longer cursed. Do you...do you like it better this way?" Turning his head, he tried to make awkward small talk, very much unused to speaking with others in such..frank tones.
Her gasp made him frown, his ears flicking back into his unruly mane. On instinct he tensed, ready to leave when she would, naturally, become hysterically fearful. They all did. "....A goddess took them from me." Where would the harm be in admitting the truth? He'd never hid it before. "As a crime against loving her. She found me detesting, and my advances angered her, so..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 4:11 pm
"That's the reason the madness left, because she did," Nisija admitted. She hesitated a moment, glancing at her paws and realizing, if he was a monster, it wouldn't hurt to admit the truth. "I fear I'm still cursed," she said, almost as quietly as a whisper. Her monsters haunted her still.
Strangely enough, Nisija wasn't poised to flee. She had curled further into the sand but she was not ready to flee. Her fight or flight responses had chosen another option - 'hide'. Yes, hide from the blind creature before her, by staying in the same place. She was clever.
At his words, she just continued to stare. "That's horrible," she finally whispered. "I am so sorry." Blinded for love. How poetically cruel. "She was obviously detestable for doing something so cruel, not you." To love someone was not to be worthy of blindness. That is horrible.
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Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2014 5:25 pm
Well, yes, he had figured on that, but he couldn't come right out and ask whether she was STILL in the pride. Her current whereabouts were much more concerning to him than whether or not she'd taken that madness with her. She could roll in it for all Kifunguo cared, as long as she was far away from here. "You're sad, a little pathetic even, but not cursed." He had no idea why he thought that way. Maybe it was the fear she'd shown at seeing him; obviously something only a truly sane creature would do. There was no curse there; just a sad, little lioness.
"Yes, well, if I'm every bit the monster I've been told I am, then perhaps it's for the best." He didn't say it in despair or bitterness; just stated it as the fact he'd been lead to believe it was. "You are very kind." Naive, idiotic even, and tragically sad. In her he saw the mortal lion race, and all of it's fragility. He had to wonder if he touched her if she would break. It was all so saddening to be around, but....a little curious as well.
"Do you know of anywhere that I can stay for the night? Somewhere to rest my paws, where I won't be disturbed by others." The last thing he wanted was other pride members to start poking their nose into his affairs.
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2014 4:44 pm
Nisija flinched a little at his words, 'sad'? 'Pathetic'? She longed to be offended by them, but they were the truth. She had spent her entire life afraid, what did he expect of her? She was not a brave lioness! She couldn't...she couldn't handle all of the monsters.
"You're no monster that I've met," she whispered. The monsters chased her, they tormented her. This one spoke to her, simply and clearly. He didn't scream, or holler. He was, while terrifying to look at in the darkness, with no eyes to glint back, he was not the worst she had seen. "There are worse monsters in this world than you."
She hesitated for a moment, her loneliness getting the better of her. "You may stay in my den, if you like. It is the edge of the pride, and no one will bother you." No one visits me anymore. She was a crazy, and in a pride that the crazy had lifted, she was in a minority. A crazy minority.
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 5:02 pm
Velveteen Angel We can wrap this one up soon, and start another one, perhaps? 83
If she only knew what she was looking at, would she still make the same statement?
"I should like that very much. Thank you." Approaching, one slow, small step after another, Kifunguo got a little closer to the lioness. "Will you allow me to help you up? I think you've been out in the sand for long enough." He had nothing more than company to offer this strange, sad little creature, but so long as he was near she wouldn't have need for lonely sits on the shoreline.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 11:29 pm
Painted Moose Yes please! These two are fascinating > u >
Nisija shivered a little at his question, but answered it anyway. How did she know? How did she know that he wasn't to torment her, to drive her slowly but surely into her already growing maddess. "I've lived with monsters my entire life," she admitted quietly. "I know monsters."
She may have thought differently, had she seen his real appearance, but to her, the blinded creature was like her. Different, in a world were difference was ok, but not 'normal' or 'loved'. She had never really had a normal life, no romance in her future, no nothing. She was an outcast, in a pride of the not-normal.
She hesitated as he stepped closer. She unconsciously shied away from him, even though he had not done anything threatening.
She glanced at the sand that surrounded her, protected her, hide her and for a moment, wanted to scream 'no' and that he should get away from her and fast, but after a moment, she nodded. "Ok," she agreed softly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 2:29 pm
Velveteen Angel They are! owo When this ones finished, I'll start up a new one, unless you'd like to. c:
His thick paws made a place for him in the sand beside of her, and when he offered a paw to her, he was balanced. There was a softness in his gesture, as if he wanted this one to live longer than the rest of her kind if only because he thought she could. In her the God saw potential; not because of optimism or a drive, but because of a stubborn piece of mind that allowed her to see the grotesque and survive.
"Take my paw and lead me. And some day, when you have need of it, I will return my paw back to you."
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2014 2:46 am
Painted Moose We can finish it here, or with your post! Gosh, this makes me happy in a plotty place...
His paw, larger and dark in the darkness which surrounded them. In the corners of her visions, she saw the monsters dancing but his paw filled her gaze, chasing them away and giving her, for the moment, the illusion of safety.
Without hesitating anymore, she extended her own pale paw to meet his, allowing his balanced strength to raise her to her paws. She was fragile, not only in frame but in mind also, but by his assistance, she felt less afraid. Up close, the lack of gaze to meet was disconcerting but she stood firm.
"And when that day comes, it will be met with the same kindness."
Touching her paw to his, guiding him, she began to lead the way to her den. To her sanctuary. She would, tonight, share it with a shadow and chase away the monsters with the darkness surrounding them both.
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