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 Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 1:05 pm
This definitally wasn't the savannah anymore. Having taken flight from where he had last been since he was only a quip of a kitten, Jamala had decided to just follow instinct, and his heart (which sometimes proved to be a terribly annoying thing) - Mala had found himself in such different territory.
Taking a few more pawsteps into the new area, his nose quivvered softly as he took in all the new smells, whilst ears caught the unique and different sounds. Being such a new god to this strange world, he had decided since he first step paw on ground that he would find every area and memorize, for he knew he would be here a long, long time - and wanted to know those who graced his area of diety-hood.
But first he had to find civilization - that would be good.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 1:43 am
((I'm going to asume the god's no longer a juve, but an ado XD feel free to correct me))
Civilisation was not to be found though. At least not in the way the god probably wanted to; instead only one small lioness could be seen from afar, her white pelt shinning against the background, making her almost imposible to be missed. Her green hued eyes were focussed upon a near distance, where herds were gracing peacefully, and though she was alone, she seemed not to be sad; quite the contrary, the petite lioness seemed rather content where she was, gazing upon those she knew would feed her in the future. Those she knew her body would feed once it turned to grass in return.
It was only after much gazing that Tsi'hilu's ears finally twitched, focussing itself upon a diferent distance, and slowly, her gaze was dragged away from the herds, spotting a dark hued figure upon the distance. It wasn't the pelt that made her head tilt, but rather, the wings that seemed to adorn the pelt, bright and shimmering against it. For a few moments, the petite huntress thought them to be an illusion, but as the figure came nearer, she knew that her eyes were not decieving her; her culture spoke of spirits - creatures that manifested themselves from the elements, the trees, the clouds...
Maybe, she thought, this was a spirit.
She wasn't sure, and there was no other way for her to find out than by asking it; of course, however, the thought of comunication with such a creature, was slightly disturbing in a way. She did not wish to alter the balance of nature by talking to it, if it did not want to talk. Thus she decided to wait instead; waiting, she knew she was good at. Waiting was something she could do, and as the figure padded nearer, the lioness merely offered it a smile.
One gesture, she hoped, that the creature could read in some way or another. After all, she'd always believed that gestures spoke out more than words; the thought allowed her to close her eyes and purr faintly, only slightly, a sound that had vanished by the time Jamala got nearer, surely.
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