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 Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 2:22 pm
Azima yawned as he moved through the lands, the sun baking his back and the air hot, suffocating. It was cooler in his homelands, and he didn't know how. He just knew it for a fact and accepted it, and almost wished he'd turn back around. But he didn't feel like it, he was exploring!
He hummed a little tune as he watched the priderock get bigger and bigger (obviously it was him getting closer and closer). So what could he do now? His parents had told him about this place, his father's birth land. He'd gone far! He purred slightly, proud of himself, before he began to sniff around for some playmates.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 4:43 pm
Roho'wa Mamake was bored, to put it bluntly. He'd worn off a good amount of this morning's energy, and now he was left with nothing to do. He was idly entertaining himself by jumping onto rocks, clambering onto the bigger ones, and then jumping off the other side. As one could expect, this wasn't terribly interesting, and Roho longed for someone to actually play with. He was even considering heading all the way back to his den to try and coax some of his brothers and sisters to come and play with him.
A flash of bright colour caught his dark eyes, and his head turned. Finally! Someone! A brighter someone than he'd ever seen before, but still, someone he could play with! With renewed energy, he began to bounce toward the stranger. "Hello!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 8:56 am
Azima's eyes narrowed slightly, tail flicking back and forth. Those stunning blue gems slipped over and through the grassblades, landing on a little cub. His face twisted in amusement for a breif moment at his first glance of a pridelander. The little twit was bald!
He was almost a golden color, lighter markings... boring looking. His eyes were like his Papa's, though maybe darker. But Azima could not get over how bald he was. His own eyes darted up toward the dark hair on his own her, which was lovely and already 'long' (in his mind) and silky and soft and just... well there. "Are all pridelander's bald?" He said suddenly, though he was thinking of his father. His father certainly wasn't bald! He was quite handsome. And his mother quite beautiful. So Azima had declared himself stunning... and he just couldn't think of any bald little cub as pretty. Not ever.
"Er I mean... you are a boy, right?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 9:21 am
Roho stopped in his tracks, a little put off by Azima's instantly... less-than-friendly attitude, not to mention confused by his comments. Bald? He looked bald? As if to verify to himself that he, indeed, was not hairless (which was how he took Azima's comment, rather than as a remark about his current lack of showing mane), Roho glanced down at his body. Yep, there was a good deal of fur there. He wasn't bald.
"I'm not bald," he replied slowly, looking up at Azima and tilting his head a bit. Maybe Azima was a bit slow? At the older male's second comment, though, his dark chocolate eyes widened. "I am too a boy!" he sputtered, feeling a bit indignant. He didn't LOOK like a girl! He was much bigger than all his sisters! This other lion was possibly very slow.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 9:35 am
Azima stalked forward, right up to the cub, and prodded him in the head, seeming to look closer to the little fur. "Where's your mane if you're not bald and not a girl?" He chuckled at this, then loved back a few paces. His brows were raised expectantly. "I have a lot more hair than you... in fact all my male cousins and what not do too! You are too bald!
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 9:47 am
After Azima poked him, Roho raised one of his large-for-a-cub paws and rubbed the top of his head with it, frowning. It wasn't nice to poke people. Daddy didn't like it when he and his brothers and sisters poked each other. If they were going to play, daddy always wanted them to play nice.
"I'm only a cub," Roho said, a touch defensively, not being a boy who had delusions about being bigger and better than he was. "Only daddy and big lions have manes. I'll have a mane when I'm bigger!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 9:57 am
Azima twisted his face in disgust and annoyance. "Are you stupid too or something? Didn't you just hear me! Everyone I know who's your age and my age alread have manes growing. So what's wrong with you pudgy?" Oh cute pet name, ney? Azima was being a bit of a brat, but he'd never met a lion from a different land before! He had to make it known he was nothing to be messed with... well, except... this one seemed a bit of a pansy. A push over.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 10:17 am
"Well, I am the way I am, and I can't help it!" he retorted, voice rising, getting a touch upset. Hey, he was sensitive AND a cub, what could anyone expect? Azima was being a brat, and Roho just wasn't used to that. He hadn't met anyone who was mean to him in any way. Even the rougher stuff with his siblings was still friendly play, all the names and light insults done in playful teasing. Why was this older male being horrible to him?
"And I'm not pudgy, you.. reddy!" He wasn't mean enough to think up anything even vaguely insulting. It just wasn't part of him. He wasn't a pansy, per say, but he was too nice for his own good, and that did make him a bit of a pushover in his lack of liking confrontation.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 2:51 am
Azima got such a big kick out of 'reddy' he flopped on his belly, laughing so hard he was sure his eyes would start tearing. "That all... you can... do?" He panted, rolling onto his back and looking sideways (and upside down) at Roho. "You're a bit touchy, aren't you?"
Azima wasnt a cruel cub, not really... Just something about picking on this little, bald pridelander was really fun! Though probably scarring for the other party.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 7:14 am
Roho looked a tad put out when Azima started laughing at his 'insult'. In all honesty, that was the worst name he'd ever called anyone and meant it. It was the first time he'd ever been 'mean' to someone.
"I'm not touchy," he mumbled, turning his head away with what looked suspiciously like a pout. Ah, if only Mut were here... She'd make him feel better and he could ignore this horrible little brat.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 5:54 am
He snorted and then stood, stretching and walking in a circle. He was becoming restless. "You're the touchiest... neediest... littliest... baldest.. lion I've ever met!" Azima said, matter of factly. He looked quite pleased with himself, he was rather good about coming up with names.
And when Roho looked away Azima suddenly felt rather playful. He bowed down, butt wiggling, and then a moment later he suddenly launched himself at Roho. "I'm gunna get you!" He snarled out, though he was only half trying to frighten poor Roho.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 6:05 am
Roho had been about to do the most insulting thing he could actually think of: ignoring Azima. If this lion wouldn't be nice, he'd simply pretend the red thing wasn't there. Still, even being that 'mean' made him feel a bit uncomfortable, so he dithered a bit in his choice, sneaking a glance back at Azima just as the juvenile leapt at him.
Now, it might be a different story once he was older, but as a cub, Roho'wa Mamake was not the most graceful or coordinated lion ever to walk on Africa's soil. He let out a shocked squeak, his slightly larger-than-normal paws scrabbling to move himself out of the path of Azima's leap, but he was pretty sure he wasn't going to make it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 6:10 am
Azima's body collided with the others so hard that both seemed to tumble a full summersault before Azima ended up pushing the other's shoulders into the ground, breathing hard. "That's all ya got?" He said.
After a minute he leaned his face rather close to Roho's, looking at his eyes. They were obviously no match for Azima's stunning blue, but something about them was quite charming. Even as a Juvenile Azima could pick these things out about other lions. Actually, they reminded him of his fathers eyes. Just darker. "You have really pretty eyes, y'know?" It was funny how Azima could be so insulting and just randomly throw in a compliment, but that's how he was.
"But you really need to learn on your escape methods." He smirked and slid off of the other, stretching and starting to walk through the grass more. Maybe he should go home or something..
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2007 6:41 am
By the time Azima had tackled Roho onto his back, the poor golden cub was worried. What was wrong with this guy? Why was he doing these things? Roho had done absolutely nothing to deserve any of it, and he just didn't know how to retaliate. It was alien to his nature. His ears were pressed back against his skull, and he lay perfectly still beneath Azima, unable to 'defend' himself and so naturally assuming a fairly submissive pose. He honestly just wanted this male to go away, or to be able to leave himself.
Confusion washed over his face at the completely out-of-place compliment, it only serving to make him even more uncomfortable around Azima. He remained silent, not even able to guess at how to react to such a thing, and was just relieved when Azima got off him. And when the red lion started walking away, more relief was added.
He wasted no time in getting to his paws. And then he used those paws to start carrying him in the opposite direction Azima was moving, back towards home. He wanted to be with his brothers and sisters, with people who wouldn't be mean to him, and forget about Azima totally.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 4:12 am
Azima glanced over his shoulder and laughed, though part of him couldn't help but wonder why he was behaving so meanly lately. It wasn't really like him, honestly. Well sometimes it was, but he could be nice, really nice. Maybe he would go back to his own brothers and sisters, who could take his feistiness.
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