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 Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 12:56 am
 Nipperu was tired. Damn, dog tired. Which wasn't much news, really, since he'd been waking up tired for years. The lazy jackal, after all, only felt motivated enough to do some excercise every once in a while - mostly, he liked to eat and sleep. Which was, in fact, perfectly fine by him. He quite enjoyed living his life like this. It was easy, simplistic and enjoyable - and despite the fact that his figure was becoming slightly more pudgy and round than he would have liked, everything in his life was going well.
So well, in fact, that it was slightly...
...well, boring.
Stretching his jaws wide open in a large yawn, the round-stomached jackal plodded wearily to his feet, and looked about him with a kind of 'I-couldn't-even-be-bothered' glance.
"Mondays," he grumbled, gently rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a plump little forepaw, "I hate 'em."
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 1:02 am
Mufasa was bored. Dead bored in fact. He gave a soft lick of his teeth before pshing himself up from the ground. It's been a while since he did anything... well... productive.
Still marchmallow paws scratched at his growing mane before he set off to relieve his bordem.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 12:51 am
Nipperu's first reaction to the approaching footsteps was to, quite quickly, flick an ear. As soon as he'd done that, he immediately felt tired again.
"Well, that's my exercise done for today," he huffed to himself, "That ear-flick's the most amount of hard work I've done all day."
And he'd done it without thinking. Now, that was something to be proud of.
Or maybe not.
"I need to go on a bloody diet, I do," Nipperu's chest heaved, and he slowly rose to his paws, stretching his back legs and yawning, ready to greet the oncoming stranger, "Argh, this better be good. I don't want any trouble right now."
Oh, boy, it was moments like these that reminded Nipperu just how much he really, really hated Mondays.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 1:07 am
As soon as the Juve lion approched a small dog, he didn't know what to think. He blinked and stared for a second before he realized that staring was rude. "Uh, Hello," He said to the dog-creature. His voice was a little uncertain. He'd never actually talked to a dog-creature. Only other cats like himself.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 1:38 am
Ah, so here was a lion. Jolly old things, lions were. Always ripping and tearing into things, taking down zebra, murdering an occasional king and cursing a lot using their rather colourful vocabuary. Ah, yes. Nipperu knew all about lions.
"Howdy there," Nipperu, on eye-contact, shot the stranger a beaming smile of sharp, whitened teeth, "I'm Nipperu. And I'm awfully glad you're here. I was beginning to think that absolutely nobody was going to come and rudely disrupt me from my thinking."
His smile fell once his sarcasm melted away.
"So, what's up with you, kitty? You want to talk to me about the weather or something? Because this had better be good."
Honestly. Lions always thought they owned the place, the arrogant cats. Always prancing around like idiots, and adressing strangers... when, Nipperu knew, perfectly normal animals would keep to themselves.
"Why is it that I'm constantly surrounded by idiots?," he groaned to himself.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2007 2:03 am
The rude comments somehow didn't affect Mufasa. Probably not the way Nipperu would expect. " He didn't seem to catch the sarcasm, because he introduced himself. "M'names Mufasa. What are you doing way out here in the southlands?" He asked curiously.
Well, Mufasa was naive. Despite being exposed to a lot of things, he couldn't catch hints even it they were thrown in his face.
And he wanted a friend either way.
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 10:47 pm
"By gawd, can't I be out and about without having to explain myself?"
The jackal, however grumpy he was, wasn't a heartless old fellow - he knew naivety when he saw it, and so he let go of Mufasa's ignorance towards sarcasm without a word ('Not the brightest of lads, are we, know?' Nipper would have loved to have remarked, but he reasoned against this - damn, the kid looked too darn cute to offend. The boy was giving him puppy eyes, for goodness sakes)!
"Well, what do you want, then? Just a chat, huh? Can't entertain yourself without annoying someone else, is that righ'?" Nipperu slowly shuffled forward, then, looking irritated, he lowered his head, "I'm Nipperu, then. Call me n**, if you must. By exchanging our names, I can only assume you're socialising with me here to make friends."
He paused, chewing on his lip thoughtfully for a moment, and Nipperu suddenly showed a change of heart. He stepped backwards a little.
"Unless you're one o' them territorial lions, Mister Mufasa. One o' them lions that are claiming the bloody lands for themselves. You don't look like a selfish twit, but who knows. You aren't one of them, are you?"
He couldn't tell - Mufasa looked friendly enough, but that's the way a lot of lions played these days. You couldn't trust the lot of them.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 4:34 am
"I'm annoying you?" Mufasa asked with a bit of caution. "Sorry about that..." He was a bit taken aback. No one was annoyed with him almost ever. Unless... He wanted to.
"Territorial?" He question. "Not me!" He placed a white paw to his chest. "Roho might be though, but oh well. It's nice to me you n**!" He gave a grin and placed both of his paws back to the ground.
Mufasa blinked his innocent brown eyes at the dog-creature. "Do you wanna be my friend?" He asked curiously shedding ignorance to the fact that n** might not want him there.
Naivety it was, alas, because Mufasa awaiting any answer he might get, blind to sarcasm or any negativity.
However, he paused for a second. "Am I really that annoying?" He asked a bit sadly.
Though he wasn't innocent to a lot of things, he was still blind to a lot of things. Mostly, however, has negativity. He didn't understand a lot of that, or he just ignorantly made himself blind to it's very exsistance. Who could tell?
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 4:03 am
"It's quite alright," n** sighed.
The plump jackal shuffled forward, closer than ever to the lion, now that he was certain that no harm would come to him from doing so.
He stared up at the young lion with curiously wet brown eyes - it looked rather comical, actually. Here he was, parading about like a grumpy old man lecturing a cub, while Mufasa stood almost two heads over him, casting a lion-shaped shadow over the irritable canine.
"Do you wanna' be my friend?" came the question, and n** winced. Geez, this kid was fast. Seemed that he was the type that just took to things like friendship in an instant... n**, on the other hand, found little time to socialise. Friends weren't important in Africa. Survival was.
"Well, I didn't come out all the way here just to find a new friend," n** snapped at once, but as soon as his eyes met Mufasa's, he fell into the trap - and found himself charmed in an instant by the lion's irresistible, cubbish smile, "But, ugh, I suppose if it's one thing my mother told me, it's to never turn down a lion's request... you guys have got vicious claws, you have. So, I guess I'll bloomin' have to. Not like I have a choice, now, issit'?"
Upon saying this, n**'s brow furrowed a little, although he could not mask that slight hint of humour in his voice that revealed his true intentions - in truth, he didn't feel threatened at all. Silently, he cursed at Mufasa for being so persuasive - a new friend, pah.
But the cub was cute.
"This coming from me," he grumbled to himself, shaking his head, "Well, kid, you've got an ally. And let me tell you... if you're friends with a Nipperu, you've got some shoes to fill. My friends..." he paused, thinking, "Have to meet certain requirements."
He paced around in Mufasa's shadow, holding his head up high.
"For example!"
The jackal's eyes glinted deviously, and he grinned.
"My friend's know where the best food sources are. And," he added quickly, improvising as he went, "They know the best ways to catch it. Kid, it doesn't matter to me if you're annoying or not... if you know how to whip up a good meal, you're easily qualified to be a best mate of mine."
He licked his lips, and hoped Mufasa would catch on - after all, Nipperu was starting to work up a bit of an apetite, and with n**, matters always came down to his rumbling stomach.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 6:21 am
"That's good," Fasa said with an affirmative nod. He grinned as the Jackal shuffled towards him, glad he'd found a new friend.
That excitment was a bit short lived as he head n** speak again.
"Well, I didn't come out all the way here just to find a new friend."
His ears flattened a bit, like he was being scolded or something, but his giant brown eyes stared down at n**, hoping he'd reconsider.
And alas, it worked.
His milky white chest puffed out a bit, and he seemed to almost glow. (Trick of the sun, you know.)
Now Fasa's dark head tilted to one side. "Requirments?" He questioned a bit. He clicked his tounge listening to the 'example' that Nipperu gave him.
"Hmm... Well, I'm not really that good at hunting..." he said. He wasn't that naive.
His ears pressed against his head again as he watched the jackal pace in his shadow.
A thought crossed his mind. So small... He wondered if the small dog-creature could hunt larger prey like the lioness could, but he doubted it.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 1:43 am
"Ah! But you can hunt," Nipperu grinned, forgetting suddenly about how sore and lazy he felt, and bouncing to his paws to join Mufasa's side, "Well, that's good enough for me! So, what do you say, a little bit of buffalo, maybe a gazelle... or should we go for a klipspringer?"
He suddenly paused, and looked up at Mufasa, chewing on his lip somewhat thoughtfully as a new idea came into his head.
"Say, dya' know the grounds around here very well? You live here, right, Muffy? Got a waterhole about, or somethin'? I'm parched."
Food could come later. And, Nipperu thought greedily, a trip to a waterhole would quench not only thirst, but his drive for hunger - animals always flocked to those kind of places on sunny days.
"Hey, this could be interestin', couldn't it?," Nipperu grinned, nudging Mufasa's side cheerily, "Almost feels like a Friday."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 2:13 am
Mufasa nodded. "Alright~" he chimed and stood, letting his shadow cast, once again, over his much smaller jackal friend.
Mufasa tilted his head. "Well... it depends what we can catch..." he answered thoughtfully.
"Ah... Waterhole... Hmm..." A thought crossed his mind for a split second, a memory probably, but he shook his head. Maybe he'd ask later. "Er, yeah. It's this way. Follow me," he said walking off towards the supposed waterhole.
He paused for a second though, after he was nudged.
"Friday?" He questioned with a lot of confusion.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 12:27 am
"Great, that's the chap!" replied Nipperu jovially, as if he were already extremely enjoying himself, "Best be on our way then, eh?"
And with that, the little jackal was off his rump for good - darting about, this way and that, all the while hatching excited plans about what kind of juicy morsels would be waiting for them at this 'waterhole' place.
"Hares, I hope!" he wished aloud, bouncing like an electrified ragdoll and winding around Mufasa's paws, "And uh... what did you say? Fridays?!"
He was now just ahead of Mufasa, backing up with swift paws in order to be able to both face Mufasa and travel at the same time.
"It's a unit for counting the days, I hear. Heard it offa' my father, he'd been everywhere, that old geezer had. And he got it from being in captivity over in someplace he called 'Europe', I assume. He got shipped back to jolly old Africa, 'owever, and that's where he somehow got himself back into the wild and met a lovely wife, my mum!"
Nipperu grinned.
"Long time ago, that. Ancient story. Bloody avid travellers, me' parents were. My parents have since adventured from this world to the next, I'd bet! Pity they had themselves a lazy son."
He beamed, as if slightly proud of his laziness.
"Since then, though, I've been using my dad's words of Humanlish to count the suns as they pass by. It's quite handy, you know! Pretty simple to remember, too, if you put them into terms of food. Moonday, Chewsday, Wrensday, Thirstday and Fryday. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday! See?"
He appeared to enjoy flaunting the little knowledge he had right at Mufasa. Nipperu of course, was not trying to be big-headed... he was naturally a proud little canine with a mighty big mouth.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 2:21 am
"I see..." Mufasa said almost uncertainly. Almost.
He blinked a bit. "I used to travel... Not anymore though." The replied with a bit of unease. He was starting to miss traveling. Sure the pride life was... fun... but it seemed he was tied down.
"But Counting days with odd words, that's weird. Humanlish is a stange language..." he tilted his head at he took another stride almost effectivly walking past the little canine.
"We're almost there," he said spotting an area with a bit of higher crass from more water and the small shining the water. There were also a few critteres drinking from the lake; their friends close by.
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