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 Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 2:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 3:34 am
(( I hope you don't mind posting, and bringing in my slave girl, if you'd rather not have him RP with a slave then you can just ignore this post =3 )) 
So far she had heard nothing.
Her body - which was still sore from her fight with Nuri - held within it a sense of fragility so strong that it seemed even a gust of wind might break her. She limped heavily from where her right shoulder had been torn and the wound on her muzzle looked swollen and infected. Kiburi was no longer the beautiful elegant lionness she had been. In fact she was a crippled, nervous creature who had had the adventurous streak lashed out of her. She was submissive, quiet and timid, yet in her mind she was brave, for she had chosen to stay here to protect the other slaves from the claws of the Firekin.
Though she yearned to make a break for freedom she knew that at the moment it would be impossible. She'd die of her wounds, she'd get lost and die of thirst or she'd simply be hunted down like some sort of prey animal and slaughtered.
She coughed into the sand, gunky eyes closing shut as her sides racked. It was quite obvious she was unwell and in no fit state to go anywhere. Her ribs jutted from her sides, her body trembled and her eyes were dull. Perhaps a normal lion would have given up the fight for life by now, but not Kiburi. No. She was a surviver and she had a promise to keep.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 4:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 1:02 am
The sound of sand being stirred was the only thing that gave away the cub and with a start the lioness swung her head around. The look in her eyes was terrifying but not because they showed threat. In fact it was the lack of a soul that dwelled within them which was scary. No longer did they shine, no longer did they glisten. They were murky glass with no layers at all.
It was these orbs that widened in surprise and her whole body shook so much that her front paws lost their footing and saw her front half sprawling pathetically onto the ground beneath her. Sand scattered the wound on her face and shoulder and a grunt of pain utterered free of her throat before she clamped her jaws shut and killed off the keening.
It was just a cub. Just a cub.
Yet as she tried to gather her legs beneath her once more she couldn't help but notice how the little red-pelt had been stalking her. In the condition she was in at the moment it would be quite possible for the cub to wound her enough that she would not live to see the dawn of the next day.
Her heart constricted and with the cogs whirring in her mind she realised that perhaps the only way to get out of this was to use her tongue - despite how much it shook now-a-days.
"H-Hello there Mas-Master Firekin." She staggered into a rough standing position, head held slightly higher than before. "I-is there s-som-something that you need?" She cursed her stuttering and diverted those empty eyes to her paws.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 1:08 pm
Tamu waited, peaking over the rough top of the dune once again, only to see her spin his way with the dull, glazed look of an empty void. This startled him, and in doing so sent his own form tumbling back. She convulsed, and only after a loud BLUMP did he realize she had fallen.
Tucked beneath the sands were jagged rocks, each one hidden by only a thin layer of the sands, however enough of it to allow the male to walk upon without notice--not fall. Striking the first blow upon the sandy grain, he felt the sharp point just barely run against his shoulder, his voice caught by the loss of wind. From the first hit, he flew into the air and spun slightly, landing on his back partially, another hidden slate slapping his hip bone. In distress, Tamu managed to pull out a yelp in his throat, talons extended and flying about in a flurry of swipes. Soon, he managed to plant his forepaws into the grains, his body spinning till his head and front paws were pinned and pointed towards the top of the dune, then everything drew to an abrupt silence.
'Hello'...'Master'...'Firekin'...The words had already been spoken, and through his panic, he only was capable of snatching and translating a few. Strong claws retracted, his body sliding down the small curve at the far bottom of the dune. He kept still, frozen solid in both pain and fear. What was with that stare, she seemed so lifeless, as if she wasn't there at all. Rising to his feet, for just a moment, he thought of the Goddess and felt his knee's buck. She couldn't be in such a horrible form as a slave now could she--the form and word Goddess never brings Slave to mind. Feeling his breath regain, he lifted his face from the sands, tail pushing against the sands in an attempt to sneak under his mass. He was frightened, but still a bounding ball of curious fur. Inching back up the dune, ribs bruised fatally from his run in with the clumped sand-rocks. Clambering back up wasn't difficult, the jutting stones, however loose within the grains, were capable of holding him up briefly with each leap, like stairs. He propped himself onto a throne of sand, gleaming in the sun. He was taller then her at this height, and at once saw her eyes lean towards her feet, whether in shame or not he enjoyed her reaction to his presence.
'What's your name?' came an attempted power-toned voice, the cub thrashing his new regained pride and strength into her face. Digging into the sands for balance, the male rose his own head, flicking his ears and happily wearing his tuft of fur right in his face.
She bore scars, a sure sign of beaten pasts. He smirked--someday he'd do that damage.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 5:11 am
She slumped down as he addressed her, seeming not to have noticed his fall. In fact she seemed hardly aware of anything all except the presence of this 'superior' being that now loomed over her.
Ears flattened back against her skull, and her almond-shaped eyes rolled upwards to his bright red form. This one was just a cub and yet he acted just like the adults. Were all the lions like this or were they just born evil? She shuddered and closed her eyes tightly shut, lowering herself so that she was almost pressed completely to the ground.
She looked pitiful but what else could be expected of a slave? She had given up the fight now, she just wanted to slip quietly around and not be noticed at all. It was a matter of survival.
"S-some call me Ki-Kiburi but many ca-call me s-slave." She stuttered, her body trembling nervously. Perhaps she had made a mistake by giving this cub a sense of authority over her, but she hadn't wanted to risk getting into a fight with a cub. If he was wounded she'd be blamed for it and that truly would mean death. "I-is there s-something that you n-need."
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 9:27 am
He moved down the slope, keeping his balance even and over all landing elegantly on his four feet. From there, he approached her, the pale fur located on her form becoming more apparent.
She had a stroke of white on her forehead, with a mask of peach-cream across both eyes and over the white band. The rest of her was of a pale color, scars lingering here and there with a white underbelly. He could manage to see her eyes now, however dull they looked before didn't amount to the blue that lurked within. It was indeed glazed over, looking heartless and defeated, but glistened with just the slightest bit of hope. Not much, but what he could see inspired him--little.
Finally grasping a few feet from Kiburi, he rose to his full height, butt lifting as if being stroked by a hand. The kinetic force that rumbled in his body made his fur stand on end, though in no thread of course and as he stood, silenced by her appearance, he arched his neck, peeling a smile from his locked lips. He recoiled slightly after she spoke, the stutter and catch in her tone giving him more reason to feel empowered. She looked weak, she sounded weak and she smelt of it. There was a possibility that she could swipe out and injure him, but there were more advantages pointed his way, then her own. She was a common slave, and he was the son of a princess--a direct part of the royal bloodline of Firekins. There would be more on his side, then her own, and this sparked his knowledge of authority over another.
Her voice stopped. All sound ceasing for more then just a moment. He was quiet, thinking over what he should say exactly. Slave, such a common, yet descriptive word for this female. It suited her, though the twinge of if he should simply call her by her name seemed to ring in his head, and so he let the slave slide with her given alias, feeling his mothers breath down his shoulder, a sure sign of his mentality losing it's grasp of him. 'Kiburi.' he uttered, taking a side-step over towards her left flank, and stopping. 'I need nothing. Why are you wandering about Firekin lands? Someone could mistake you for kill.' he sniffed her pelt from his distance, and then jumped towards her right side, sniffing her body till he felt appeased. Then, he took casual steps back, lingering for a moment, registering her scent before rolling on his toes once more, head held with prestige.
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 4:37 am
Flinching inwardly the lioness was dimly aware that she was under scrutiny from this red cub, eyes watcing him closely as he drew closer to her, body trembling like a leaf caught in a breeze. Then when he spoke her name she could not help but let a brief look of surprise fall upon her dainty features. It was short-lived however as he continued with his sentence and bowed her head in shame, sidling away very slightly from him as he moved towards her flank.
She was afraid of him and that much was obvious.
She suddenly wished that Zenoni was there with her, he always managed to make her feel okay. Yet he was somewhere else, probably hiding in one of the dens.
As he leapt towards her she cringed, crumpling to the ground, ears flat, eyes squeezed shut and muzzle buried between her front paws. Her long tail swing to curl tightly about her hing leg and it was a long moment before she replied.
"I-I-I..." She swallowed back the lump that had swollen her throat and wished suddenly that the ground would swallow her up. She couldn't answer that question, not really. The truth would give away her friend and she felt too tired to think of a lie. Yet there had been other reasons for her walk and so with a small whimper she raised her head slightly and peeked at the red cub. "I w-was watching the cl-clouds." Simple things seemed very appeasing now-a-days when she had so little. The brilliant sunsets, the cool breeze, the affectionate nuzzles from Zenoni.
It was all she had.
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 3:07 pm
Tamu was puzzled. She was wandering the lands looking at--clouds? This wasn't even close to being adequet information, and earnestly he snorted. 'No you weren't.' his rebellious and rambunctious attitude took charge and inquisitivly, he looked her straight in the face, her fear a good reminder of who powerful his appearance was.
'You shouldn't wander far from your master, Kiburi.' his eyes darted then, towards the dunes to a flowing current of wind that took a handful of sand and tossed it into the air. This wave of air steadily flew their way, and struck a soft breeze against his side. It was relaxing, cooling and refreshing. The way it threw up sand over their backs so barely a few flecks of it's yellow grains fell onto his form surprised and enticed him, his head turning as the wind blew by and continued to throw up dusts of sand into the day light air. He smiled, turning his vision back to Kiburi. She could be nothing less of a slave, the way she coward as she did--right?
'Your still a slave, aren't you Kiburi?'
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Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2006 5:57 am
She flinched at his answer and drew back, wondering what more she could say. Was she really that readable? Or maybe this cub was just smarter than others she had met. Either way she said nothing more on the matter, nodding only in agreement at his next phrase.
"Y-yes I should b-but I don't know wh-where Lord Kimeti is." She had not seen the red-pelt king for a long while now and couldn't help but wonder if he was angry at her for staying away. Had he heard of her scrap with Nuri? Would he kill her if he set eyes on her? A wave of despair crushed her heart and saw tears bleeding from her eyes once more.
"Y-yes, still a s-slave. A-always a slave..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 4:29 pm
(OOC: Hope you don't mind me jumping in. Dust gave me the go ahead to RP Koka and the other owners are free to RP their cubbins from that litter too. Dusty and I will just be back-dating the birthing RP when we RP it out.)
"That's right." An cool voice said as a small ebony form peaked over a small dune, having been hidden by the sandy form until that moment. "She's a slave and will -always- be a slave. Right, Kiburi?" Koka smiled cruely as she gracefully navigated down the sandy hill. Each grain under her paw slipping from under her, but the young princess took no notice. Oh no, she was born upon these unforgiving sands and she had learned to walk upon then well. No, one would never see Princess Koka stumble. She was far too good for such things. Stumbling was for slaves. It was of course highly amusing for the young royal to watch slaves make their way across the unfamiliar terrain. How many times had she caught one slip and fall. Oh, it was so amusing each time!
"Now..."She said as she looked to Kiburi's companion. "Who might you be?" She questioned with a superior look. Yes, Koka was very much the princess. She, in her eyes, was better then all the non-royals, and practically a Goddess to the slaves of the pride. They should all worship the ground she walked on in her opinion. No one could be more perfect than herself, not even her sisters or brothers. Even father's claimed heir couldn't be better then herself. No, she was like a Goddess forced to bare an unbelieveable burden with having to roam the earth with such lesser lions.
Could she be more full of herself? Highly unlikely.
She looked at Tamu. "You musn't be anybody important if I haven't seen you before." She commented as she circled the young male as if he were her prey. "Oh well. There aren't many who I would deem important in this pride anyway. I mean, fath ero course because he's King an dmaybe mother... Of course there would be me..." She trailed off in thought as a strange smile crossed her maw.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 5:54 pm
Tamu looked to the female, taking whiff of her scent before she poked from the slopes and made her way down their sides, ‘I wasn’t speaking to you now was I.’ His eyes only darted towards the female as the sentence ended, flicking back just as fast. Kiburi's form took over his view for a few more seconds. ‘I see.’
She came unwelcome and made her presence known with her quick tongue and haughty attitude. He wasn't pleased to see her, he didn't know who she was, and really didn’t care. He hadn’t made his trot about the desert to meet her, nor Kiburi but he’d rather a visit with the slave any day.
Tossing his tail to and fro, he stood uninterested in what she seemed to be doing, whether it was inspecting or simply taking a gander at him, it meant nothing more then a fly does to a Zebra's hind. A yawn moved through his slacked jaws, his child-bulk loosening. This female proved no threat to Tamu, so there was nothing to be worried or intrigued about. Anyone who thought they were better then he was a turn-off of interest.
Teasing the soil, he looked her way and quirked a brow. ‘My, my! I don’t ever recall asking for a pest like you, yet--here you stand! Why is that?' He paused, tossing his eyes else where, tail moving once again. ‘In fact, why don’t you just leave, no one wants you here anyways so there would be no point in your stay.’
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 2:34 am
(( omgosh Kidondo is alive~ *goes to choose a font colour* eeee! ))
Kiburi's eyes widened slightly at the approaching female, her pelt dark as night and eyes as bright and shimmering as jewels. She was a beauty that was for sure, but even Kiburi knew that every rose had it's thorns.
Her scent swelled with that of Kimeti - her lord - and she realised this must have been one of his litter. "P-Princess." She bowed her head, nose pressing into the sand. For just as she was slave to Kimeti she was slave to his children.
Then she remained silent, saying nothing that might draw attention to herself. She lay there, ears back, submissive and rather curious as to why the cubs seemed not to get on when they didn't even know each other. These red-pelts were so different from the cubs in the Pridelands, for they were all friendly, even Uumi!
Thoughts of her first friend brought tears to her eyes and she wondered where he was. She would have done anything to have been with him right now, listening to him taunting and teasing her, playing the rock game or simply laughing at him for being such a grouch. She sniffled quietly and pressed herself further into the sand, hoping to make an escape whilst the other cubs spoke.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 7:18 am
Koka glowered at Tamu and opened her mouth to retort when Kiburi's body quickly plummeted and her nose was pressed to the hot sands. "I see -someone- knows how to show respect to their princess." She looked at Tamu with a smirk. "Now, whether you wished for my prescence or not you should consider yourself lusky. I don't grace everyone with my being in such close proximity everyday you know."
Koka walked right up to Tamu. She was blatantly uperturbed that the other cub did not like her, and Koka could really care less. No, all that mattered was that they showed her the proper respect or she would do her damn best to make sure they learned quickly how to treat a princess of such high calibur a herself. Her claws were certainly a weapon she would never forget about and would never heistate in using. Afterall, she is a Firekin, and cruel behavior is in her background. It wasn't like she'd be in trouble for attacking anyone. Hell, her father may even praise her. Mother...well mother didn't matter. She wasn't even Queen after all. Just a random lioness father decided to bare his cubs with. No, Koka was her father's daughter and she was proud of it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 2:34 pm
Tamu’meka watched Koka as well as she watched him, and as her eyes were caught by the lowering form of the slave lioness, he snorted. 'And she will be the only one to pursue that submission.' His lips began a gentle spread across his face and earnestly, he looked back to Koka. Her anger seemed to only egg him on--feed his delight.
No matter if Koka was the princess or a goddess, he would give her the same amount of respect he gives this sand. None. Licking his chapped lips, the male perked as she began to speak once again, her voice pleasing his happiness in a most demented fashion.
'I don't think anyone with the right mind could consider this encounter, lucky. You are no one of importance.’ he scoffed, tossing his tuft of fur back with the mock-laughter. She was a fun one to speak with, this was for sure and as he stood, his chuckle dying away into silence, he took notice of her dark pelt. She had the scent of the King, however looked nothing like a Firekin. What a shame and waste of reproduction. Lingering on this thought as she had of whom she felt important, he barely noticed the fact that her shady form approached him, standing right before his own form and hovering slightly. He allowed a smirk to pass his features, then gradually pulled his weight forwards and lifted onto his toes.
Her talons may be sharp, but she looked not nearly old enough to take him on, or at least that’s what he saw. He’d been born for quite some time now, and soon he’d sprout into the teen body, his muscles would grow and strengthen and his entire form would build into a working machine. He couldn’t pin-point how old she was, or how long it would take her to grow into her own teen body, but it didn’t matter. He assumed that all males would grow stronger then females—because why else would kings rule the pride and have more authority then their mates? His teeth began a slow clench-and-flex routine, something he’d learned on his own but had seen his father do on rare occasions. It was a great way to prepare the jaws for a quick attack. 'I can see that dark pelt of yours just fine from a mile away missy; there isn't a need for you to climb all over me.' His weight shifted and immediately he took a firm grip of the sand, precariously lifted still on his toes.
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