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 Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:38 am
Fedha shifted a little as he uncurled himself from his comfortable position on the rock he'd found most suitable to sleep on. It was butted up against a small tree, and he'd slept there before and spent most of his days on it. He stretched out his chubby, lanky body and yawned.
The morning was just beginning, the sun was peaking over the horizon. He had not ment to wake this early into the day, but once he was up he could not sleep again for a couple of hours. Perhaps he would nap later in the day.
He moved off of his rock slowly, heading for the watering hole that was near by. Pride rock was in view if he turned fully around, though he didn't think it was much of a sight worth seeing. As he got to the water he leaned down and lapped some up, then sat himself and began to groom.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:47 am
White wings carried the sky God from his domain to the same wateringhole thatw as being used by the young, grey lion. His paws landed with a soft thud behind the male, his ankle wings fluttering the dust around his feet. He folded his giant wings onto his back, concealing their size against his large body. He always liked to look imposing when he met someone new.
"Hello child, mind if I join you for a drink this fine morning?" He spoke to the small lion. It wasn't really a question or a request, but rather a statement, telling the cub he would stay no matter what his answer.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 4:58 am
Fedha's ears flicked at the thuds of paws landing. He was posed with his left paw held up, tongue resting against it. Slowly he moved his head away and let his paw drop. His eyes flashed with something of greed, or perhaps even a lust. His gaze flickered toward the very light lion, and despite his want to remain cool and nonchalant a little purr entered his throat. See, this was how a real pelt should look! Light, with hints of blues (or in his own case grays). All of these pride lions with their golden pelts had been making him sick! He let the purr die and his face remained neutral.
Though his eyes obviously lingered around the other's back area, confirming his suspesions that this one was a god! So many gods lived around these pridelands. He had hit the gold mind in this place, hadn't he? "This watering hold is free for anyone to drink from." He murmered softly, his gaze meeting the much bigger lion's. "My name is Fedha'Kialio." He was still deciding if this god's company would be amusing or not. Mrost's had been, the female's had not been.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 5:04 am
The light blue God lapped at the water slowley as the the grey lion spoke, savoring each droplet before he would have to speak again. His purple eyes looked over the other, noticing his similar white mane, yet it was not as long as his, it was still growing. The greys suited this lion, much like another female he had met before...
"Fedha.. something or other... much to long to say don't you think? You need a simple, short name like mine. Kweupe." He nodded in self agreement before going back to his crystal-clear drink.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 5:08 am
His eyes narrowed slightly and his mood quickly changed. Yes, this other was an idiot. "Kialio. Fedha'Kialio. Simple names are for simple lions." He hissed out, tail flicking. It wasn't really so much anger in his voice as annoyance. Couldn't others realize the need for full names instead of cutting them in half, breeding laziness from the start? Of course that laziness spred to other aspects of the lion his or herself too!
"Kweupe, eh? And what are you the god of?" It clearly gave away he'd had interactions with gods before. Obviously he was beginning to feel that encountering one was not such a special event after all.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 5:12 am
"Child I am not a simple lion." He retorted back, his voice deepening and gaining volume. The young lion had no idea how to talk to a God. Obviously. A small breeze caught the God's feathers and ruffled them slightly, itching for him to join the gust and soar to the sky, but he resisted this urge. Something was wanting him to stay.
"I am the God of the Sky, surely you know what that is?" told Kweupe, sarcasm apparent in his voice.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 5:16 am
Oh this certainly was not a good meeting. He made no comment in refrence to the god calling him 'child', it was only fair to admit to himself that he was one. His ears flicked back for a second as the other's voice deepened and Fedha looked away, leaning down and lapping at the water. Though something was tense about his body, obviously realizing it was unwise to piss off a god, wether he knew how to speak to one or not.
His gaze narrowed again, tail curling about his leg to keep it from lashing in anger. Was this beast implying that he was stupid? He turned his head, meeting the purple gaze of the other again. "If one does not learn what the sky is when they are even younger than I, I am sure they are doomed to a rather poor upbringing." In other words? Yes, he did know what that was. He was a little pissy that this was the god of something he held so dear to his heart. The sky bred endless possibilities.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 5:21 am
Kweupe smiled as he noticed the males sudden downwards look. Perhaps he had gotten across to the cub? Well, not all was lost for this child in the God's opinion. "Of course young one, of course. The sky holds many a fantasy, and so much wonder..."
The Blue God's voice drifted off. It was obvious he was in love with his domain. The sky was his home. He could never leave it be, not that he could, it was everywhere, always comforting the Sky God.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 5:25 am
Oh he just hated feeling like this god was talking to him as if he was some ickle cub! He didn't like being talked down to, despite only being a juvenile. He was sure much of his thinking level was on the level of at least an adolesant, if not an adult. The fur on the back of his neck was prickling, trying to stand on edge.
He didn't even know what to reply to this other, he had ran the conversation into the ground, in Fedha's opinion. His gaze flickered over his reflection in the water, on the cord that was tied around his neck. Hanging from it was a smooth blue stone and a signle feather, half brown and half white. His first 'prize' of many, he was sure of it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 5:28 am
The glint of ths stone caught the purple eyes of Kweupe as he looked on to the juvenile. The feather was what intrigued him the most. It reminded him of his own, yet different. His were the color of the clouds, and felt like the too, not that many lions would know what clouds felt like. Yet this was different. Different in color and what seemed to be texture.
"Where did you get those ornaments?" Asked the Sky God simply, curious to know the answer.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 5:34 am
He debated wether to answer or not, seeing as he was still feeling a little pissy. His eyes lingered on the rock and then the feather. "The stone was from a... friend." He said softly. He'd never called Ausi a friend when they were together, she would be too thrilled knowing he considered her one. Well, she knew... but he'd never admitted it.
"The feather is from Mtima'Safia." He said slowly. What had she said she was goddess of? "The goddess of souls." Well it wasn't really given to him, it had fallen when she'd taken off and away from him. He decided to keep it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 3:26 pm
"They are interesting keepsakes to say the least." Kweupe wondered who his friend might be. Perhaps they were one of the only ones who could handle this cubs snide attitude. But Kweupe was trying.
"I have not met Mtima. something soso... In fact I have never met any of the other Gods since I came to these lands. Perhaps I should meet some in the future." He looked into the icey blue water and took another lap to drink.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 5:34 am
This was slowly seeping into a conversation Fedha could deal with. "This place seems to be the spot to meet them, then." He didn't actually mean the watering hole, he ment this pride. It was a gold mine for things like seers and gods, in his opinion.
"For some reason the pride lands are full of.. interesting life forces." That was what they were, were they not? "Though I suspect it is because of the massive amount of life here." It was almost a little sickening.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 5:37 am
"Mmm... the Pridelands hold an abundance of life within its borders. It is grand do you not think?" He asked the boy, not aware that his thoughts were opposite to that of the Sky Gods. Although, one could not tell of the large amount of life in the pridelnds, for there was not a souul around, except for Kweupe and the grey cub.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 5:39 am
Fedha smiled bitterly. "No. Though I come from a dying land, with numbers very few in comparison to these lands. Perhaps I am just not used to such numbers." He still was not aware that his family had been kicked out of the lands.
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