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 Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 4:47 pm
It'd been a few days since he'd talked to the long-eared god with the dark fur. Arudaina was full of questions, and now he wanted to meet other gods, find out MORE about them! Which, really, it could be called odd for a Pridelander to wonder about gods, since they didn't believe, as a whole, in any particular god. He also couldn't remember if any of his family did or not... He should have paid attention better, and probably should have been paying attention to the world around him as he was walking at that moment.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 5:12 pm
Wandering away from the lands she had blessed, Wotlich set her eyes on the pridelands, interested in their way of life and just how many were truly living on the lands. Stepping passed the border of the pride, the goddess continued forward for several miles before finally coming in contact with the pride members, well, member.
Eyeing the white cub, she stalked after him with a smirk on her face, interested in when exactly he would noticed her presence. However, the closer she got the less he seemed to notice until she was damn near standing over top of him. Breathing out heavily in an attempt to make him notice her.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 6:16 pm
The cub had been so busy mulling over his thoughts about gods and dominions and what they were all like, he'd failed to notice the goddess following behind him. Daina paused, looking at a lizard scurrying past him, only to be surprised as it stopped, looked shocked at something behind him, and hurried off. It was then that the cub heard the heavy breathing. His ears fell back as, for the second time in a few days, his eyes grew wide, and he spun around. There was no mistaking it, this was a lioness, and a strange one, at that. But his fear melted partially into tentative curiosity - She had horns! "Are you a goddess...?!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 9:01 pm
Wotlich held her breath so as not to laugh completely out loud at the child for not only failing to notice her, but for asking such a silly question. Perhaps she would take advantage of his innocence though? It was always worth the try... "No no, my mother was a goat and my father a lion. I got the best of both worlds. You should see how I climb!" Laughing loudly she pranced around like a mountain goat might, attempting to make the child believe her. Of course, she wouldn't let him keep thinking that she was a halfling, but for the time being, it was amusing.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 9:31 pm
He watched her bounce around here and there, trying to decide if she was being serious or if she was messing with him. The slight frustration removed his fears rather fast, and the cub sat down, ears going back. "Any lion who's trying to have children with a GOAT isn't right in the head, and I think you're just messing with my head and that you ARE a goddess."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2015 10:21 pm
Stopping her bouncing she perked up, turning forward to face the child the goddess stared straight into his eyes. "My my my, how very astute of you. Your parents would be proud." Grinning ear to ear she stalked closer to the young lion almost contemplating taking her with him.
"Indeed I am a Goddess. The Goddess of Poaching, my name is Wotlich." Plucking a black bat flower from under her stolen furs she grinned. "Take this flower child, a symbol of who I am. If you ever find yourself in need of a blessing tell that flower and eventually I will come."
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2015 9:45 am
Sitting down and taking the flower, Daina examined it. It was certainly a fascinating bit of flora! It was a deep purple, a pretty good match to his eyes, and had spindly bits coming off it, as well as wide petals. After a moment of thought and looking around, he grabbed some grass and wove it into a cord and secured it around his neck so it sat at his throat. He felt quite proud of his handy work, and was already visualizing how else he'd wear it in the future as he grew. "Thank you, miss Wotlich!"
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