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 Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 2:13 pm
It was roughly late afternoon, past the point where the sun was intolerable but yet to lapse into the coolness of night. It was the ideal time of day therefore, for a certain cub to skulk off away from the den to explore, she hadn't gone far however when she came to the edge of familiarity. She hadn't walked out this far before and now that she looked out beyond the little borders she had mentally drawn around her world she saw nothing but sand, as far as the eye could see, until it dwindled to merely shimmering flickers. She had no idea what lay beyond those sands, nor would she have had any reason to wonder if not for her dreams, which, though vague and with no real reason to them, showed her colours and scents which did not seem to exist in this place.
It was as though some odd piece of a jigsaw was missing but she couldn't find the hole where it should've been.
Moto'Vita frowned, narrowing her icy blue eyes at the challenging sands. "I'll get you one day, walk all over ya!" she snapped, as if it could hear her.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 2:26 pm
 Moto'zita was prowling off across the sands again. She had proved to be a rather anti-social cub with a high intollerence for others. So going off by herself-obviously not to far because of Azula-always seemed the best idea. It was the perfect time of day, but you never would have known that from her expression. She always seemed to have a bitter look on her face, as if everything was wrong with the world. A natural sour puss, or perhaps a rising cynic. Whatever she might be, finding her happy was a rare occasion that few saw.
Her ears twitched and she lifted her head with a grunt as she heard her sister's voice. Blinking her gold eyes she saw her sibling was not far away-just what she wanted. "What'dya talking 'bout?" She grumbled, her tone of voice always seeming to have a natural hiss to it, like the sand at high-noon.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 2:34 pm
Vita looked over her shoulder as the other lion spoke, ready to go off at them if it was anyone other than her direct relations. As soon as she spotted that it was Zita rather than some foolish interloper, she stopped bristling. Still, that didn't mean she became friendly either, despite her age, the harshness of the environment and the lean emotional state of the family had rubbed off. In Vita's terms, about the most friendly she generally got was not simply making snide retorts to every question or statement if you were bigger than her or looking for ways to drive you off if you were smaller. She wasn't so different from her siblings in that respect however there was one glaring difference in her manner.
Vita was generally angry at everything, angry at the sky for being blue, the sun for being warm, furious at everything that she didn't understand. She had none of her mother's cool collected thoughts, simply unbridled anger that didn't generally have an outlet.
Her tail flicked agitatedly as she eyed her sister over.
"Oh. It's you." in her terms, this was a fond hello, at least a greeting of sorts.
She shot a glare back at the sand "Was just tellin' the sand it had better watch out because one day I'm going to walk all over it, from the den to where it meets that blue nonsense."
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 2:43 pm
"That's stupid," Zita scoffed with a sharp eye. What nonsense was Vita spewing? "You're already walking on 't," she clipped flatly, wrinkling her nose. Perhaps the two sisters weren't the types to love-but both had a fire in them. Vita had her anger, Zita had her hate. Hate the world before it hated her...that was her methoid, though it really had little logic. She wasnsn't a genius, to be sure, but she wasn't a complete idoit. "It can't talk back to ya," she murmured. Pssh, she certainly didn't go talking to inanimate objects! Or...bodies of inanimate substances.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 2:50 pm
Vita snorted "Yeah I know I'm walking on it. I'm not walkin' on it over there though am I? " she waved a paw in the direction of the horizon. Clearly not one of the sharpest tools in the shed, she usually knew what she meant in her head. She got to her feet, kicking some of the sand in the direction she pointed previously. "It's stupid stuff. All the same."
At the declaration that you couldn't talk to things that didn't talk back, she set her mouth in a resolute line. "I prefer ta talk to things that don't talk back. The can'ts argue with me when I'm right." a long slow stare implied that Zita herself was somehow guilty of this "crime"
"Maybe it just doesn't talk cause it's afraid." she strutted a few paces as if to reaffirm that she really was terrifying enough to hush an entire desert. The result was less than impressive and only made her more angry. Kicking more of the sand away she snapped. "It's stupid stuff!" she rowled at the horizon "Dumb desert."
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 3:24 pm
"You think it's stupid?" Zita grumbled with a roll of her eyes. Yeaaah, ok. Vita sure didn't make much sense. Luckily Zita didn't care much and she had quickly lost interest in her sister's doings. If Vita wanted be a freak and argue with the sand, then fine. The insult did grinde a little at her nerves though. "If you were right it might've talked back...or something," she snorted. Her come backs weren't amazing-she wasn't intellegent enough for that or social enough to know what words stung and what didn't. But, if it seemed like she was fighting a loosing battle she couldd always resort to being...well, violent. Not that being violent at her age got anymore more then a few scratches.
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