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 Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 4:08 pm
 A faint rumble was heard beneath the vanilla tan lion as he slowly made his way to a waterhole. He was indeed hungry and hopefully his stomach would not alert his meal that he was coming soon.
It moved before, walking a few paces before stretching it's antlered head to the ground for it's own lunch. "What luck!" he thought to himself as he lowered his body instinctively to the ground.
Out of breath, he clutched his prize tightly in his jaws. He slowly dragged it over under the shade of one of the few trees scattered about the lands. He felt so dirty though, blood covering his chin and red copper mane, but he was too hungry to really care. Hopefully no one would drop by for lunch with him. Hopefully.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 4:16 pm
 Bathsheba had once again chosen to move by foot rather then fly. Sometimes life just passed too quickly if one flew everywhere. And in all honesty, her duties had been slow and dry of late. Perhaps exploring in greater detail would yield something for her to do. But as she peered at the souls drifting around the watering hole, from zebra to avian, none had threads of duty she needed to concern herself with. She continued to walk along the water's rim, peering at ever individual as she went. She didn't bother to hide her silver form as a goddess. It was pointless to do so and she wouldn't waste her time with it. She was open for all reactions of her precense. Well, almost all.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 4:29 pm
There were other scavengers waiting on him to finish and leave his meal. That was how life went and it was fair to leave some for his fellow carnivores to have a meal. He licked his lips, trying his best to remove the encrusted blood that spotted his white chin. Now he really felt dirty.
He took one last look at the once antelope before making his way towards the watering hole. He was going to clean up before meeting with the rest of his day. No need to show a woman how violent he could be by the blood on his nice fur.
His golden gaze scanned the area quickly, not really taking anything in except his main goal. He dipped his chin down to take a soothing drink and then slowly began to wash himself as he sat beside the water's edge. It was in mid stroke that he saw her. How could he have missed such a beauty? And my Gods! Another one. Talk about luck.
He flashed a charming smile after making sure there wasn't a spot on himself and slowly made his way over towards her. "I guess it is true what they say, angels do fall to the earth," he said softly before dipping his head and body into a low bow. "You do me great honor, miss. I am Sumilyth. How may I be of service to you?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 4:37 pm
Of all the strange greetings, she had never had one like that. A frown fromed delicately on her maw, skeptism and disapproval reflecting in her vilolet eyes. But she kept any comments on his queer actions to herself-such dictacted her self control and poise. "I am not seeking service, but thank you," she told him as manners would demand of her. She looked at him more carefully, and saw no distinct ribbons of duty tied to him. No...there wasn't really anything he could do to be of assistance. It was still rather strange. Not many mortals threw themselves to be at the service of a god or goddess. Many avoided it. She doubted that casualness of his nature was a good thing.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 4:43 pm
He frowned mentally as he rose to his full height again. Was he just brushed aside? That rarely ever happened to him, but he would try nonetheless. He flicked his red copper tail a bit as he thought over her words, seeing some way to stay near her for a little while longer. "You're welcome, but I did not catch your name, lovely."
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 4:46 pm
Sheba's frown seemed to twitch ever so slightly, as if she was resisting letting it fall to a more unbecoming state. She had not had someone talk to her in such disrespect for a long while. "That is because I did not give it," she said simply, careful to keep a sharpness from her tone. Control, composure. She had to maintain it. "I am Bathsheba," she relented with reluctance that failed to show. She might not be as tall as he, but she held herself high and with elegence, her white wings shifting slightly along her back, though the rest of her remained still. Controled.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 4:57 pm
He sat on his haunches, just watching how she was behaving. The stiffness of her posture, the way she moved her wings. He had obviously done something wrong. But what was it that he could have done? He was remaining polite, stood at a slight distance that was comfortable for her. "I'm sorry if I am upsetting you. I like to know who I run into from time to time so that way if I meet up with them again, I can at least remain polite and call them by their name." He nodded solemnly. "Speaking of names, yours suits you nicely. Might I ask what your domain is, Miss Bathsheba?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 5:06 pm
"You aren't upsetting me," she replied easily, her calm demeanor remaining. It was how she always was...or was of late. Her childhood had been wild, but she had learned the hard way that she could not serve her duty doing simply as she pleased. "I apollogize if it appeared as such," she added with careful grace, and then continued on to answer his question, "I am the Goddess of Duty, if you care to know." She nodded her head curtly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 5:13 pm
He flashed her another charming smile, his golden eyes staying locked to her own violet ones. "Lovely, I always have a care," he said without thinking. He lost his contact then and glanced away quickly. "Sorry for my brash words. I've only been this close to a Goddess once. From what I can remember of myself, I never truly believed your kind even existed. I do not mean to treat you as if you were... common." He couldn't think of any other word and so kept his eyes to the ground. "You should be treated like the Goddess you are. Better than that, in my opinion."
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 5:55 pm
"I appreciate the effort, but flattery is unnessisary," she informed him, eyeing him with suspision. She didn't care for toadies or those that thought they could worm their way through life with sweet words. This didn't mean he was like that, of course, but he reminded her strongly of such people, so she was wary of him. "Please, it's Bathsheba. Lovely is far from my name," she said simply, with a small turn of her head and a touch of a frown on her maw.
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 6:03 pm
He snapped his gaze to the back of her head. "Flattery? I do not try to flatter anyone, Miss Bathsheba. Would you rather I behave like a common rouge and have elected to attack you here and now instead of at least showing kindness? No, Lady Bathsheba, I find myself to stand on a higher plain that those... mongrels."
His voice rumbled in a low growl at the very thought that anyone would cast his words of kindness so easily. He was not some beast that always lusted between his loins. Goodness, no. Even if she was stunning and left him with nothing but awe, he knew very well that immortals and mortals rarely mixed. Bad things would happen to the young who did so, but that was just as long as there were no young to be created. "Lady Bathsheba, you do me harm by tossing aside kind words as flattery."
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 6:12 pm
Bathsheba wrinkled her nose at his prejeduce. "I think you are mistaken in your definition of common rogues. They are not meerly bodies of senseless violence," she told him a frim coldness. She did not like pointless arrogance. "And I believe you should listen a little more carefully to what others say and try to be more understanding of their meaning. I simply meant there was little need to speak of me as such. I am no better then any other God or Goddess," she finished with her chill of control, barely batting an eyelash at his anger.
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 3:30 pm
Now she was really testing his temper. This goddess had little to no clue what the world was like, being nestled safe and sound wherever the gods lived and able to hide when things got bad. He wiped a paw down his features, trying to calm his manners. "My apologizes if you feel I am wrong when it comes to male rouges. Perhaps I have had some rough times with them. They tend to change behaviors with genders and... abilities."
And then again he had to fight to keep his temper. She simply tossed his compliment aside like it was trash. The nerve of this woman. "It was merely a compliment, Bathsheba. You should loosen up some and actually accept them when they are given." Sumilyth sighed and shook his head slowly at the thought that one would purposely defeat a compliment. He moved several steps away from her, turning his back. "If you keep defeating them, then no one will try to give them when you need them most."
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