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 Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 9:15 am
She knew that she couldn't take back what she'd taken away, she'd left and she wasn't able to go back. Wasn't able to go back and find her mother or any of her torterous older sisters in that had never made anything easy for her. Not to mention that they were gone. Her sisters had gone one way and her mother another... where she assumed was to find her mother.
Yet here was Chau, trotting through the pridelands as if a damaged cub that had no where better to go than to drift around like a wraith. Kiasi had gone back to her family for a little while when her mother called and that had left the family-less cub alone again.
So she was hunting and adventuring. The more she discovered of her surroundings the more she came to understand where she was and the more she liked it. Truth be told she actualy enjoyed this place a lot, with how calm it was and how easily things came about. Or at least she assumed they came easily. From what she could tell the world was different in each place she'd been, interesting and new. The butterflies here were the same, and the way the flew always alike... but the feel of them seemed to change as she thought back to the one she'd brought to her mother three weeks ago back at the oasis.
Was it bad? Was it good? No... it was neither. It was new. ninja
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 10:04 am
Leaping through the air at her prey, the grasshopper jumped to safety and Safuma suddenly found herself staring at an ivory cub with a pink underbelly and forepaws. Her scarlet eyes widened as she straightened her legs beneath her, ears swivelling forward and then back in interest as she took in the sight. She had nearly run into the youth, but she wasn't sure if the cub had taken notice. "Hi, I'm Safuma." She wasn't aware of the cub's handicap, though it would shortly be realised.
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 1:09 pm
Blinking her pastel green eyes at the other, Chau focused entirely on her light colored muzzle to see if she spoke after she'd nearly pounced on her and squished her. Yes the other cub was much larger than she, older for sure but then Chau was also amusingly short for her age, so there wasn't really any way to tell other than a quick glance and a question.
Add on to that the fact that Chau wasn't exactly one for speculation, rather for polite conversation when the other was facing her and you had quite the dillema on your paws.
Lifting her head as the larger cub finally finished speaking, the tiny female let a smile lilt over her white muzzle and she inclined her head out of respect for the other. She had been taught many times by her mother that respect was what you used when in doubt and it had seemed to work quite a bit on the cub as she respected anything that came from the mouth of something larger or older than she herself.
"Hello. Were you trying to catch that butterfly?" Chau hadn't caught her name because she wasn't good at reading names from mouths, just words that she already knew, so she assumed that the cub before her had given her name, but couldn't really respond other than to strike up conversation and avoid the subject of names entirely until she was asked to supply hers. She didn't really know that there was a word for what she was, she only knew that she couldn't hear when her family said that they could, which made her wonder why she really couldn't hear just yet. It was strange wasn't it? The way things worked.
ninja
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Posted: Mon Mar 19, 2007 9:20 pm
In truth, Safuma was probably younger than the other cub as she still had much to learn of the world and hadn't strayed far from her den just yet. She was most definitely larger than the other cub, though she didn't notice. Blinking a few times when a name wasn't offered, the cub's tail flicked the air behind her for a moment as she studied the other youth. She stared at Safuma's lips when she spoke, she'd caught that much of the female's mannerisms, but she had no idea why.
The bow was skipped over, Safuma was growing used to such tides of respect as she explored and met new lions. Her own head was dipped lightly, subconsciously, before she spoke. "I was. But then I went after the other bug instead." She smiled broadly at the game, though the smile faded as she looked around. The cub was growing used to finding other young ones alone and away from their mothers, but she still found an impulse to ask, "Where's your mama?" Sometimes more just to find out which cub belonged to whom, though often such inquiries went unanswered anyway.
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