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 Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 2:05 pm
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn
The dark red male threw his forelimbs out into a morning stretch as he laid beside the closest thing he had to a mate, or... perhaps, the closest he will ever get to one. Though the older male had denied his love and thought best to keep things on the 'friends' level, things have been the same as before. But somewhere in him still admired the male for what he was, older, bigger, more loving and caring. Not to mention his fur and mane is so clean and fluffy. He chuckled to himself. Ewan had a way to sleep like a rock and it had grown into a habit of trying not to wake him up even if he had wanted to. Another yawn and Dumu eased himself from the sleeping lion's side. With a smile, he leaned down and nosed him softy for affection.
The morning was still young and only a few herds were out today, but capturing one was not on this one's agenda. Today, he was just gonna relax a bit before the two had decided to move on again. As he walked down the dirt path toward the water hole he recalled what Ewan had spoke of so long ago. He remember it all too clearly, perhaps that is what he got for being an... ex-seer. He had returned from visiting his old friend Umo to tell Ewan that he loved him. However, he said things about not being about, as if it was just a phase they were going through. The yearning to fill in the gaps that each other had missing for a while. He did not want to hurt the loving male, he was too kind, he could not do it and thus did not push on the idea of bringing it back up again. Only time can tell now.
The water hole's surface glistened in the morning rays of light, his paw dipped slightly as he laid against the edge. He watched as a few nervous prey beasts came to drink and quickly scurried off after finishing, he chuckled as he knew why. Hell, he would be nervous too if a hyena was on the other side of the water hole staring at himself as he drank. Looking down into the mirror like surface, he could see the hidden golden mark behind the dark red mane of his.
("Son of Azraceri, a mortal, and Athrun, God of Loneliness... brother to Akiiki, seer, and that makes me a seer as well... but why... why does it not work?") he whispered, talking to himself silently. ("Did I... do something wrong? Was it because I have feelings for a male that Mkodi has taken my abilities away?") he chuckled as he realized what he was doing. 'It is a sign of intelligence when one talks to himself, it is insanity when one answers.' - Albert Einstein. He sighed as he watched the water ripple and move. Dumu was starting to become like Ewan, a bit lazy and very very laid back. With another yawn or two, he found himself drifting off again.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 2:48 pm
Ewan was dreaming.
It was sometime during the onset of night and the last light was playing in the mists that rose from the many waterfalls...and gave the valley some of it's name. Mistweaver. A pride he barely remembered. Rahima had juts bid their kin good night, taken up Nogea gently in her teeth and taken him to the den. It was safe to leave the tiny Ewan he could see alone, because there were friendly adults about...oh it was odd to see oneself, even in a dream! It was beautiful and content, the homely little dream and Ewan wasn't sure if it were memory or an embellished fantasy of his cubhood.
Either way, something was missing. Someone. He frowned down at his younger self and looked about. Followed Rahima as she took him to the den and laid him down next to his red twin. Slept next to his red mother. Red and white, red and white...bone and blood...
Dumu. Ewan contrasted also with Dumu, with his white-with-red to his red-with-white. And with that bizarre revelation, he woke up because the breeze was tickling his nose. Dreams. Odd things. With a yawn and asilly smile, he went to look for Dumu, utterly untroubled by recent talks and still half dreaming...and amused at how cutely fluffy he'd been as a youngester.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 3:29 pm
Wet... moist... his fur swayed weightlessly about, but why? His mind was in its slumber but his body was aware of the things that went on around him. Something was wet and it was beginning to become uncomfortable, but... it felt so soothing at the same time. His eyes cracked opened slightly to a wall of green and the earth of brown. Strange, he fell asleep before the water hole, but where was the water? His head picked up lightly and it felt strangely heavy. His mind was coming out from its nebulous state. Looking down at himself, he saw his body was submerged in water! When did this happen!? How!? Instinctively Dumu hopped himself out, shaking his body violently to rid himself of the loose droplets of water.
"Wet... great..." he sighed. The male looked down at his paw, how wet it was. "Heh... Ewan never did quite teach me how to clean myself..." Even without the knowledge of the behavior, he tried regardless.
He paused.
Looking up at the sky, it was about time Ewan would be awake and about. He should make his way back to where he and Ewan had stopped for the night. At least he would be close to him again, but he's wet. Wet lion and be with Ewan or stay there and clean himself while Ewan wonders where he is.
"Choices..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 1:55 pm
Ewan ended up making the choice. He found his mat-...friend and without more than a sidelong glance at him, stood on the edge of the waterhole. Headheld high for a moment, to catch the breeze for it's coolness and the information it carried, he then lowered it to lap up a quick drink. Very calm, dignified, and at peace...
Then he waded into the water swiftly, batting it with his heavy paws and sending up a cold spray of water. Dazzling in the sun. Like a cub, he turned around thrice and sank lower until at last he stopped, laying in the deepest part of the waterhole. It came almost up to his eyeballs, and he mischeviously looked at Dumu from his semi-aquatic position. Had the spray of water roused him? Hmm?
While he was perfectly capable of feeling at one with the earth, as his mother would have said, and was often relaxed to the point of being called 'lazy', Ewan was young at heart. When the mood stuck him, he could be playful and energetic, his wanderlust inducing a manic curiousity and love of movement.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2007 8:27 pm
"Ewan!" Dumu called out, pulling a paw up to block himself from the male's barrage of water attacks! Such power behind the splashes! The demi-god laughed out as he looked over at him with a smile. Friends, whatever they were, they were together and close.
"Morning, when did you get up? I didn't even notice you move around..." he spoke, shaking out his paw of the water. "Sleep well, I hope? I didn't disturb you did I?"
Looking back at it now, he remembered that he used to have dreams of others by being near them when he slumbered. Diving into their dreams at times or reliving their past as a dream itself. But a while after being with the earthy male, all his powers suddenly felt... as if they disappeared. He looked down at his paws a bit... disappointed. His powers were what made him the way he was. After all he was the son of the God of Loneliness. Seer, that was what he was. But after a while, it became a burden but it was his gift... What did Ewan do to make it go away? Could he get them back?
"Ewan?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 2:18 pm
Ewan stood up again, causing a small wave of ripples. Soaked to the skin, his fur flattened by the moisture. He grinned, enthusiasm in his voice. The water was cold, the sun on it was beautiful and it was a brand new day. Why worry? Maybe they could go for a run, have a play fight, meet people, discover something new... Something that'd make him feel that sense of wonder again, keep up this glorious light hearted mood.
"No, I woke up by myself. I had the oddest dream! I was a tiny cub, back in the den with my family, but I was all upset because I couldn't found you. Like you're my long lost brother or something." Ewan chuckled as if such an idea was silly beyond belief that they were brothers. Which it was. And he seemingly did not Dumu say his name in a questioning tone.
"Something about red and white. What a mad mad dream...anyway, what do you feel like doing today? I think we should do something fun, something new. Have you ever been to the swamps? Maybe not, a bit muddy..." He waved a paw, dripping wet, musing to himself.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 2:32 pm
Dumu remained on the dry-okay, wet land beside the water hole. He chuckled as he shook his paw of some water before smiling back. His silver eye on his forehead stopped shimmering, it was just another marking on the youth's body, but his eyes were as soulful as ever. Today was wonderful, full of light and so much life. It was almost indescribable, but it was just amazing... It seemed the longer he spent time with Ewan, his own mood mimicked the older lion's, that was a good thing.
The younger male listened closely to his close companion's words of a dream. If only he could have seen it himself, perhaps he could understand it better. A brother, missing his brother, missing... him? That was when his attention snapped in 100% onto the words that he spoke. "So... I am your brother? That is rather odd dream, Ewan, I mean if I was your brother, that would mean we were related," the dark red lion chuckled softly. "That would just be a bit weird."
The male hopped into the water playfully and mossied on over to the male and ruffled his mane a bit, something Dumu just loved to do; play with Ewan's mane or just the mane itself at times. He smiled and nuzzled him. "Ewan, you are red and white," he laughed. His siblings must have been quite similar, maybe some red and some white. "And no, I have never been to the swamps and I would assume it would be muddy. Besides, I would do just about anything as long as you are around otherwise there would be no fun."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 3:54 pm
"Maybe my brother? I felt like you were missing, which is odd, since usually my dreams of growing up are too perfect. Memories but made nicer." Though for a long time his early cubhood had been nice. Sure his mother seemed haunted at times when she spoke of their older siblings, but Ewan and his twin had been lavished with love the rest of the time. Despite the lack of rain in the Mistweaver lands, and all the troubles that it had caused, it'd been a pretty good start of games and lessons. And until the dark days when they had to leave and his two cousins went missing...it'd been good. Then he hit the road and only looked back to that beginning in his dreams, when there had been rain and Asherah had never vanished.
"And we could be related for all I know. Doubt it but it could happen...stranger things have." Actually, they could have been, though Ewan didn't know it and was only teasing. His adopted brother Muroki had bloodties very distantly to Dumu's fathers' bloodline, perhaps. No one would know now, since that pride had been ravaged during the Plague. As it was, he simply gestured to their colouring and smiled, nudging Dumu on his red shoulder with his white forehead.
"...Perhaps we're wet and muddy enough here in this hole. Maybe the arid lands? Those could be interesting. All sandy and dangerous. We could be adventurers, brave and true!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 10:06 am
"Brothers, huh?" he chuckled. He only knew of one brother and that was Akiiki, Al... thinking about the white and lavender male, he wondered what he was up to. He has not seen him since they were just little cubs, taken away by their Maned Wolf caretakers. Aki was taken by a wolf trusted by his father and he was taken by a wolf trusted by his mother. They were seperated... but when will they ever meet again? If ever. If only he had his powers he could check up on Aki, at least a little bit. He had to make sure his little brother was alright. Unfortunately, he cannot, his powers did not work normally and it pained him that he was disconnected from his family. However, he must be strong, he was an adult (sort of) now, he had to stand on his own four paws. Looking back at Ewan with a wide grin. "Aw, Lazy was missing me? That's very sweet!" Memories were nice at times, dreams would be better as it does the impossible.
"Related? The only family I know of are my Aunt Faye, my parents, Azra and Athrun, my brother, and that is just about it I am afraid. I know nothing beyond my father because his family was... well, not around at the moment," True be told, his first family was murdered and he himself maimed. Being the God he was, he could not die. That is why he wears the blindfold over his sky blue eyes, to hide them away from the world. Mother had tried to take it away a few times and that just made Athrun panic for it back. "You know, if we were related like that-brothers I mean, then we could not be together as we are, right?" Now he wished there was not bloodties between them...
"The arid lands of the Firekin? That's the vast desert! At least it is cool at night. Perhaps we can go... up to the mountains! Yeah! The mountains sound lots of fun, rough, but fun! Maybe the ocean, I heard that place was beautiful when the sun goes down. Perhaps the forest? Tell you the truth, Ewan, brave and true all we want, I don't care where we go, I just want to go somewhere with you." he just grinned again.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 3:23 pm
His brow furrowed and his gestures stilled. Blue eyes narrowed, clearly annoyed. One of the things he'd told Dumu was that his elder sister, Saburi, was likely taken by the Firekin - she was lost at any rate by their lands in a scuffle with a Firekin male. Ewan had said he'd never ever go there. Had the red male forgotton so quickly something that was important to Ewan?
And another thing! Did he always have to agree with everything Ewan said? Really? Except for the fact that they couldn't be together, Dumu usually agree or said something that ran alongside Ewan's views. If that was what love was all about, Ewan wasn't sure he wanted part of it. He did care what happened to him, and found him an entertaining friend and dear companion...and yes, occasionally, found him very attractive...but they'd agreed to let it rest for a while. So why did it seem to always hang in the air?! Why couldn't they just be friends.
'Together like they were' indeed. Heh. Ewan was a free lion damnit! He just liked being affectionate friends with him. Almost like brothers. Almost.
In a moodswing that was worthy of Asherah, Ewansiha had going from relaxed and overly enthusiastic to sullen. Dumu just didn't get it... His black ears flicked back and he resubmerged most of himself underwater. Huh. He just didn't feel like anything right now. Just...whatever.
((Sorry the reply took so long Phifey >.>; I was trying to think of another reaction for him but all I can imagine is this one. ))
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 2:12 pm
(No,no, it's alright. Dumu has his reasons for the things he does.)
Dumu's ears flicked when it seemed, almost apparent, that Ewan was annoyed. He cowered back into himself and diverted his eyes. He knew they were just friends and nothing more, but yet he still pressed on the idea of a further relationship even after their discussion long ago. He more he tried to get to Ewan, the further Ewan got away. He had never had a real friend beside his own brother, but that was all he had. There was Umo, the large exiled lion. He could hardly remember them anymore, after all, most of the lions he had met were when he was a cub. Now, he was an adolescent, grown up to be able to have cubs. But that was not what he entirely wanted. His father and mother suffered so much with just Aki and himself, he did not want to go through the same things they did unless it was truely worth the relationship.
Ewan seemed so happy, all the time. He was kind, playful, sometimes lazy, but he was really nice and affectionate. It was hard to believe that he could ever be annoyed by anything. Dumu knew almost everything about Ewan, inside and out from the first touch he shared with the male. He knew some things about his family, his past, and the things he has gone through. Everything the male did not want him to know, he did not know. His idea of possibly going to the desert was probably the worst things that could have spilt from his maw. He knew about his elder sister disappearing there. He knew how important his family was to him too, but yet he brought up such a terrible place in a good heart conversation.
"Maybe we cou-" he stopped, catching himself again. Ewan was annoyed and submersed in water. He would not want to hear anything that would relate to his sister. Suggesting an attempt to find her was gonna be a death-wish in itself and possibly other harm to him too.
Ever since Dumu lost his powers, he has been on edge. Before, he had them to rely on, use them for when he wanted to be secure and sure about a fact. If there were a hostile creature nearby, he would know it. If he was seeking food that he could catch, he would know it. Now, without them, he could not be sure if he were safe, he could not be sure if he could even catch things that were larger and stronger than himself. Ewan was his reliance. Without him, he would have been dead and alone for far too long. His parents left him with such a harsh wolf, one who was so determined to accomplish so much in such a fast way that pushed the seer into near starved state. If he had not met Ewan, he would still be under that wolf's control.
Looking down at his paws and then to the water where Ewan had disappeared, he sighed. "Perhaps... it's just a phase after all..." raising to his feet he turned away and disappeared through the brush, heading back to the tree they had spent the night under. Maybe it was just a phase...
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 4:03 pm
Ewan sat up and, soaking wet, in the middle of a waterhole, ROARED. He didn't care how foolish it seemed. Any mention of Saburi was a barb to him and she symbolised all the grief Ewan had ever known.
The sorrowful looks of his mother and by extension the shame of Nyekundu, her twin, whom Ewan had once seemed like. The sister he'd never even known and by extension the loss of his family in travelling, who he missed. The way she'd vanished reminded him too of the time he'd spent utterly alone. That was what had made him what he was, rather than the flirt he'd been growing up to be.
How could Dumu know how much that pained him! Ewan wasn't supposed to be this way! He was supposed to be handsome and charming, he was supposed to have found a mate or two, he was supposed to have started a pride with Ez and No! Now he barely flirted with anyone...only Dumu, when he wasn't carefully guarding his heart against the red male.
Dumu had been so in need and had been so gracious and grateful when Ewan had helped him. He was so strong and had suffered much but still was happy. So fun to be with, to joke with. He enjoyed travelling and seeing the world yet would laze with Ewan under a favourite tree. He was understanding and kind, never avoided his share of hunting...but he'd hurt Ewan in the end.
He didn't want another hurt to add to the list. Dumu'd hurt him one day, he was sure. Or he'd hurt him. Or someone would vanish or get killed, leaving either Ewan or Dumu in pain...
"NO" He roared.
(No, screamed Edit, against Teh Emo of Ewan... neutral )
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 8:33 pm
Dumu laid down where the two had spent the night, bunched up tight, tail flicked over his side. With a heavy sigh, he let his mane fall over his face, not caring how he looked at the moment as he rested his head down. He knew he have hurt Ewan, he knew much about him with their first touch just as he would with just about anyone. He had warned Ewan that anything he did not want him to know before touching his paw that day. He did not know it then but he loved him.
His eyes gleamed down on a single blade of grass that seemed to stand alone in a paw print. The imprint was large, must have been Ewan's for his was a tad bit smaller than the one in front of him. It was crippled and bent in some places from when it was stepped on. He had no idea when but.. the print showed. He let out an exasperating breath and looked back over his shoulder, of course no one was there, but he did hear a roar.
Ewan.
Glancing back down at the blade of grass, he felt some sympathy for it. Crippled, just like he was. His powers were gone, he was just a mortal it seemed. What would his father say about that? A son of a God was nothing more but a mortal? Well, he was not sure anymore. He has known mortals to do extraordinary things and they were just like seers and have done many things that they could too. Ewan proved that. A mortal saved him from his own torment, that training and... well, lets leave it at that.
Perhaps what Ewan mentioned before was true, maybe he was just going through a phrase... but why did he feel so bad about it? Was it just a phrase or was it something more? He felt horrible for mentioning the desert, it seemed to have slipped. Perhaps it was a stupid thing to push himself onto Ewan especially after had said that they were just good friends. They joked. They shared in one another's company. They hunted and even shared the kills. Ewan was charming. He was kind. It was fun traveling with him all this time when it seemed like his life was going nowhere. But perhaps it should just end. Ewan could do better than him, maybe he just wanted to use him as a seer or something. He could not tell anymore.
Lost. Confused. And soon, Alone.
((No! Dun split up! ... this is like a soap opera! Teh Emo of Ewan and Teh Depress of Dumu neutral ))
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