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 Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 3:59 pm
After her meeting with Chomo, which had given the young lioness hope, Azachamorel had lingered in the desert for a time, walking the dunes and sheltering in the brush. She had wanted to accustom herself once more to the lands, to let her pawpads toughen to the hot sand, before revealing herself in full. She wanted to look like she still belonged here, to feel like she still belonged here. She need to look and feel that way.
Now, finally, Azach was satisfied with herself, and ready...ready to face the pride of her birrth, to ask for acceptance after her long wanderings. And so, finally, she made her way to the nexus of the Blood's territory, carrying herself with a mix of confidence and deference.
Chomo had called the King fair, but there was no way of really knowing what might occurr until it occurred.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 7:36 pm
Kimeti had left the the craggy cliffs that jutted out from the sandy earth to patrol the parimeters. He did not venture far, not with a litter of six waiting back at the den to ambush their father the moment he returned. Oh no, he wouldn't stray far from them. Afterall, he couldn't just leave poor Karama behind with such a handful of little Firekins. That half dozen could drive anyone insane, even their poor mother.
Having already done two rounds Kimeti stretched his body, black claws digging into the sand of a tall dune which he was perched upon. It was at this point that golden eyes caught sight of an unfamilar form moving towards the cliffs. An angry, low growl formed in his throat, unsure whether this lion was friend or foe and with so many cubs around Kimeti couldn't afford to be too kind at the moment.
Launching himself from his dune the King moved with a swift rolling gate towards the form from the right side. As he grew nearer he noticed that it was a lioness whom looked much like she belong within the sands with her blood red pelt. This abated the Kings temper a bit but did not cease him from looking as intimdating as possible as he reached the lionesses side. "Who are you, and what are you doing within the desert."
His voice wasn't unkind but it held a sense of authority that clearly showed he was not in any mood to be trifled with. The lioness would be best off answering his question as quickly and as straight forward as possible.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 8:11 pm
She couldn't not have noticed swift and strong approach of the great red lion, his form and color standing out against the backdrop of sand and sky. As he came forward, she ceased her steps and turned to face him decisively, her form and stance solid, head just high enough to be proud.
Red eyes glanced over him as he spoke, and her mind raced to formulate an answer without delay, for his voice brooked no delay. "Azachamorel of the Blood," she answered, in a voice forever rough and husky, "Daughter of Xamach and Fiametta."
The lioness' gaze settled on his face, but she made no direct eye contact - not submissive, but respectful. Azach didn't know for sure whom she faced - only that his presence was commanding. And she, in essence, could be seen as an intruder. "I was born in this desert, and would return to it."
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 4:22 pm
Kimeti eyed the female with golden orbs. The names she rattled off unfamiliar to him but Kimeti had not known all of the previous members of the pride. His father wasn't around long enough to explain the many noble lines that made up the proud Firekin. The way this femme carried herself though it insinuated she was of pure Blood, but he would have to see for himself.
"You seem sure of yourself that you will be accepted into the pride." He turned to circle her once, eyes taking in her red pelt and body make. She very much had the sturdy shape of the Firekin lioness and that desired red pelt. He rounded back upon her and forced eye contact. "Why do you wish to rejoin my pride?"
It was a simple question. So, it shouldn't take the lioness long to formulate an answer to it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 4:47 pm
She was Firekin; she was meant and made to be sure, even when she was not. Appearance meant much, especially now; as he circled, she kept her gaze on him, but didn't turn herself, not even her head. And when he initiated it, she met his eyes - not defiant, but proud.
"I was born into it. I am part of it." Not 'should be,' or 'wish to be,' or 'again.' Still the certainty, the unwavering stance. His pride...this, then, was the one Chomo had spoken of, and she let acknowledgement through in her words, "Kimeti, King of the Blood. My King."
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 5:30 am
Kimeti smiled a toothy smile at the lioness as she responded to his questions. Only a true Firekin would speak with such determination and confidence when faced with the danger of being mauled to death by another lion.
"Daughter of Xamach and Fiametta you say?" He pondered this for a moment. "I can't say I recognize those names but your dememor and confidence is enough to allow you passage and entry into the pride. I will watch you for a few days though."
He turned his body to the craggy rocks that was the den. He motioned for the female to follow him as he began to fill her in on the current going on's of the pride. "You are not the first and I highly doubt the last to return to the pride. Many have been making the journey back now that the plague has completely vanished. We have grown from a measly 5 members to a pride of many. There are also several litters of cubs roaming around which I am sure you will notice upon reaching the dens." He glanced back at her. "For now I'd like you to help with hunts and care for the cubs. At a later time I may give you a more important job, but those will do for now."
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 9:03 am
Allowing herself an inward sigh of relief now that she was no longer under such dire scrutiny, Azach relaxed just a little, and nodded with a grateful smile. "Thank you, sire."
The lioness followed him readily, keeping up with him despite movements that appeared smooth and unhurried. She was careful not to interrupt his speaking, and paid close attention.
Several litters of cubs? Chomo's must be one, she knew. She was most curious to see who else had returned, though...would there be anyone she knew and remembered?
"Yes," she answered in acceptance of her duties. "I have had little contact with cubs since being one myself, but I discover quickly, and my hunt is strong." That much showed in her well-fed, muscular form, and in the healthy sheen of her coat.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 5:29 am
Kimeti didn't give her aglance, only continued trudging on over the dunes of sands towards the den. "The cubs can be quite a handful. There's about.." he paused for a moment trying to count up the number of cubs born. "Well there's about 20 if I counted correctly. There's just so many of them that it's hard to keep track of them all at once. The whole pride just keeps an eyes out for them while a few lionesses take care of th ebrunt of the work, mainly their mothers. You'll learn to care for them quickly if you don't want to get into any trouble from a rather angry mother. Believe me, you really don't want to face any of their wrath." He quirked a smile.
They finally peaked over the last, rather small dune. Here the sand grew compressed and hard from many lions packing it down with each passing day. IT was rather desolate at the time. Most were sleeping in their dens or laying in the sun for it was the peak of the day. There wasn't much else to do since any prey that is found in the desert would be near impossible to find now. Everything sought out shelter from the sweltering heat during midday. Well, everything except hte Firekin themselves. A few lionesses could be seen basking in the sun, enjoying the warmth it brought.
Kimeti led the lioness to his own den. It was quite large and served as a sommunity den for those without mates or needs of a small den. "You may stay here at night. The desert grow quite cold once night falls so the warmth of the den can be quite inviting once the sun sets. Just a warning to you though. My own litter of cubs will be residing here as well and they can be a bit...rowdy in the mornings."
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 8:45 pm
Twenty? That would be a handful indeed, if they were all in the same place at the same time...a proper mob, only with far more cunning and ability, due to them all being children of Finar-si as they were. Azach didn't quite remember just what she'd been like as a child; it seemed like such a distant time now. "That is wrath I wouldn't like to incur; I'll take care not to."
The dens...now there was a comfortable, safe memory, of a daughter who'd been loved well by her parents, as a legacy and the product of a proud line of hunters, skilled and capable. A far-off smile ghosted across her muzzle.
"Thank you, your majesty...for the warning as well. I'll be sure to have a care for my ears and tail." They were, after all, the most tuggable parts of any lioness, with no mane to pull. Though she said nothing, she realized that already there seemed to be an implicit trust, if she was to be staying in the same den as the King's cubs.
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