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 Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 3:57 pm
She could hear it beneath the sand, slowly slithering into the darkness. Was it dangerous- she wondered? As snakes so often were? The creatures of the Motoujamii were strange and different from those that she had known. Not only because of their hardiness, but because of their scarcity. There were no rolling herds in these lands. No wildebeest which fell like a flood across the earth. Each antelope was needed as they traveled in small families across the dunes.
What danger did that hold, she wondered? No moved around the rocky mound, and tried to catch a glimpse of the snake moving in the dark. Not only for the life in the Motoujamii- but elsewhere? What would happen if famine ever struck the world she had known? What would mother do- or anyone who had gotten so used to food and life all around them? Did it make them lazy? She knew that was the firekin’s opinion of much of the outside world. And even though it’s harshness...it seemed almost true in a way. Much of the world took living for granted.
No pulled away from the rock crevasse and solidified her expression. A quick leap up the sandy rocks placed her back on the ledge where she had met Azula earlier. Somewhere down below- the snake went about its daily business undisturbed. The black cat sat and observed the area with a distinctly unslave-like appearance; although to her knowledge, she was still alone. There was a lot to pay attention to in this place. And she was not about to let these things pass from her mind if she was to to be in the midst of Kidondo's planning.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 11:54 am
The black cat, so said others, was kind in her ways, but was not as pure as others would hope. Purity that a Slave held was far from what this creature had, and even those who thought kindly towards the imprisoned did not seem quite comfortable with her.
Or at least, this was how he interpreted it all. His body motioned towards the black speck in the sands, its form standing out amongst the dunes. Yes, black was a common color to the Firekin, as was the strength of it all red, but this was no firekin. He paused, lifted his head, squinted and then breathed heavily, eyes straining through the glare.
This was that cat. That subtle cat who now sat with the dignity of the kings of this land. His maw was motionless, and he approached steadily, like his mother had upon meeting No.
'What is a pretty like you doing out here in this desert. The sun must burn at you, dehydrate you at the least.'
Tamu slunk beside her, looked to her, head held high and mighty while his brown eyes beckoned for conversation.
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