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 Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2007 3:45 pm
The moon shone brightly overhead, and a rippling mirrior image floated in a small pond under it. The sky was dark and glittered with stars, like someone threw a handful of sparkles into the sky and set a giant disk inti it, to give light everything below up.
A pale figure almost glowed in the soft light as she moved effortlessly towards the edge of the pond. Gazing down at a ghostly white reflection, the femme gazed happily at the waters surface. Her rose colored eyes staring back and the pale green dots accenting her features.
The femme lowered herself into the pond, it barely reaching halfway up her legs as she waded to the center and gazed at the reflection of the moon. With a glance to the sky, she watched the glowing disk hanging up in the sky. With out a care, and always moving... that was her favorite thing. The moon, it was liek ehr, white, and always moving. The moon was her Patron, and she was it's shadow.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 7:33 pm
Mwako loved the nighttime, it was the only time when he could move freely, unretrained by his eyes, so sensitive to light that the daylight stabbed agony into his vision. It had been this hindrance which had forced his exile from the desert sands of his home and his concequential movement to the pride of lions he called home for most of the time. They were like vampires, drinking the blood of their prey, exulting in the blood and in the joys of the night-time. He was proud to call himself the shaman of the pride, in charge of ceremony and tradition.
It was this tradition which brought him so far from the jungles of home, to seek plants and barks essential to the rituals of the pride.
He moved like a graceful ghost across the lands, the skulls, bones, feathers and other decorations that adorned his form clinking softly in the breeze. He drew close to the pond, intending, at first to drink from it, this idea fluttering from his mind at the sight of the serene figure who eyed the moon overhead like a gentle mother.
A grin spread across his features at the sight, revealing his larger than average canines, but it was not an unfriendly one.
He stepped forward, moving casually down towards the water's edge and only then speaking to alert her to his precence.
"I envy you, you know. I cannot bear to look directly at the moon."
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 7:48 pm
Her pale hues softened as she watched the moon glow bright against the dark sky. She was intent on staring like this for hours, but was broken from her dreaming of the moon, when she heard a voice. Her ears swivled back first, working to identify the creature before she turned to spie him over her shoulder. She had already realized he was male, and a lion. It was not until she turned her eyes, she spotted him, in his decorated garb of bones and other things of the dead.
It was a shamanic display of carrion items, it reminded her of stories she knew about old lions who followed the shamanic ways and dressed as such. It was still a shock to see. From what she had seen, just traveling here, no one had been too close to her location. He must have come from another direction.
"Oh? And why not? Is the light too bright?"
She asked sincerely. She was not one for sarcasim. She had once tried it, and had payed for it, she was not so unexperienced to do it again, especially with someone she did not know. He seemed to mean no harm, or wish to harm her, just yet. She like it this way.
Her rose hued optics glowed with reflected light as felines eyes often do, as she sized him up. His colors and markings threw her off, they were unusual, even to her, and all those scars? He was no normal rogue... He must have been from some pride nearby... She would have time to find answers if she wished.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 8:00 pm
Mwako sat himself down where he was, curling his tail around himself protectively. He didn't feel threatened by the female in front of him. Though he was not a fighter, he didn't not get the impression that she was either and as such didn't set himself on edge over her intentions. Instead he simply nodded. "Yes. Though the moon is a valuable balance in the darkness, the only true light of the night-time, I have never really been able to admire it." he laughed darkly "If only it were possible to replace ones eyes with better ones."
He didn't meet many rogues on his journeys and the sight of this female, so brilliantly bright, so much so that he found himself squinting unconciously to see her all the more clearly reminded him of the fantastic variety of lions who lived out here. And she seemed alone. Repressing whatever dark thoughts bubbled beneath the surface, he looked away once more, feigning interest in the ground at his feet.
"Oh! How rude of me. I am Mwako'Kifokando'Damuheri. Quite the mouthful, feel free to call me Mwako, should you wish to." a gentlemanly bow of his head and another smirk "And your name?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 8:11 pm
As he looked away, she wandered if her pelt hurt his eyes aswell... from what he had said, he must not have been able to stand bright lights. She wandered if he only moved around at night, and if so, how he stayed hidden in the daylight. Dimu did a mix of both, slept at night mostly, but occassionally she traveled all night and slept most of the day.
"Mwako? Pleasure to meet you, I am M'Dimu Chanua, but many have taken to calling me Dimu... so why are you out here all alone? From your garb I can only assume you are an important person in a pride, perhaps?"
She asked slowly making her way towards the edge of the water, a few feet from him. Something about him made Dimu a bit uneasy, she knew not why, only that she felt a bit of unrest with him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 4:56 pm
 Jaha contentedly swam in a river near the small pond when suddenly his ears instinctively pricked to the sound of soft talking. He emerged from the water, sopping wet. He shook his scarlet mane and softly trotted closer to the lions. He wouldn't disturb them unless they wanted to speak with him or wished him to leave. He sat down and didn't pay much attention to the talking.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 10:37 am
Dimu glanced up and spotted a white figure gleaming in the moonlight some wyas off and turned to Mwako with a raised brow. "Expecting company?" She asked before turning back to the rogue and eyeing him carefully. Tonight was quite a night, meeting another rogue, and an ex firekin. She just hoped neither of them meant her harm, or if they did, she would be able to get away. She flicked her tail nervously behind her and turned back to Mwako.
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