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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 5:29 am
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 2:35 pm
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 12:17 am
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 2:04 pm
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 12:33 am
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"Uh huh." He nodded, sitting back too. "You grew too, more than me by the looks of it. Oh, do you think I'm gonna be...like, a midget or something?" He blinked. Silly boy. He should enjoy being young, being able to enjoy life with such innocence. But for him he'd been a cub long enough, he craved to be a little older.
"Yup, yup. Very good." He chirped. "I was looking for you, just like wandering around and then I came across the green lioness. I never saw no one with fur like that. Her name was...well I can't remember her full name but her nickname was Jiza. You know her, yeah?"
He was rocking back on forth on his haunches, finding it difficult to stay still when describing this amazing event.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 1:48 pm
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 8:16 am
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He blinked. Would staying small really be that bad? Maybe being smaller and lighter built would help him dance easier, or maybe it'd just make him feel silly. Either way, it wasn't something he could prevent and in fact, unknown to him, he was probably the average build of a lion his age, he was younger than anyone else he had met after all.
"Well, I was just on my way to find you, dancing along as I do, when I saw her. First I thought I was gonna be in trouble but you were right about your pride cats. She was real nice, didn't even seem to care that I was trespassing or nothing." He beamed. "So we were talking and then I found out that she's a dancer too, a proper dancer who knows all the proper ways and everything."
He bounced back to his feet. "But here's the really good thing, right. She said she'd teach me how to get better. I'm meeting her for a lesson tomorrow morning." It was clear this was the best thing that had ever happened to him in the whole of his short life.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 10:42 am
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 11:26 am
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 2:16 pm
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 5:48 am
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Nothing would have made Aapep happier. He realised then that with all the wonders of rogue life, nothing could compare to the life offered here, here with all these kindly people. His heart swelled and words could not describe how much Mawi's kindness meant to him. To be a part of a group of friends, others he could trust, others he could truly connect with.
He knew then, that no matter how far he went, he'd never forget that offer, that when he grew and the time came to leave his mother he'd return - if she didn't want to stay, that was.
"Taka, right, I'll keep an eye out for her. If she's as nice as you then I sure want to meet her." He flicked his tail, nodding, hoping desperately that his mother would agree to stay - if just for a while longer.
And then the drum beat started and he closed his eyes, feeling for the steady beat that thrummed gently through him. He'd never tire of that sound. It was inside of his soul, a part of him. He was meant to be here, he knew that every time he heard her playing.
"This is the dance I'm going to do for Jiza tomorrow. Tell me what yah think, yeah?" And after another moment the music drove him and it was as if he became a part of it. He did not dance along to the music, he danced as a part of it. It was as wonderful and necessary to him as oxygen.
And beneath him, on the rocks, he moved his paws, dancing slowly at first, but then gathering his speed, two steps to each beat of the drum. His claws clicked against the hard-packed ground, adding it's own beat to merge with Mawi's own.
His dance - the dance he had conceived completely by accident - was reminiscent of tap-dancing. It was all about the feet, about moving them in time, tapping his claws as he moved. With time, those steps would become more intricate and fasted, but for now it was just evolving, at it's first stage.
And the sound of the drum filled him, intoxicating him, driving him on. And it was clear that every part of him was filled with love for this gift. For the dance.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 2:32 pm
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 12:28 am
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Out of breath, but happier than perhaps he had ever been, he opened his eyes and moved towards her, flopping down beside her on the ground. Then he sighed, deeply and contentedly, flicking his tail in the dust.
"I hope Jiza likes it." He said after a moment.
Then with a grin, he rolled on his back, curling his forepaws against his chest so that he could get a good look at the sky. "You play the drum well. I think I could listen to it all day. You really are a drum princess, right?" He grinned. "I'm a little nervous about tomorrow, actually." He was very open as far as his feelings were concerned. Emotions, he'd been taught, were to be embraced, not surpressed. Maybe that's why he found music so easily.
"I keep thinking she might not like my dancing." Even though he knew that wouldn't happen. She'd already seen one of his little jigs and had liked that. Why wouldn't she like this new idea?
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 7:37 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 12:19 am
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“I’m still only young, but I can’t imagine life without music. When you play your drum, when I watch Jiza dancing, when I listen to the birds sing, I feel complete.” He shook his head. “Life wouldn’t be worth living without it! I’m just thankful that I met you. If I hadn’t, I’d probably have grown out of dancing and just continued wondering rogue lands for the rest of my life. I’d never want to do that now.”
“Ah well, maybe one day you can take your mother’s spot. That’d be way more fun than ruling the pride. Can you imagine how all the little cubs would be looking up to you? They’d be far more excited about seeing you than the leader, cos you’d be helping them make their drums.” He replied. “I’ve still got a lot to learn about the pride, but I think the drum is one of the most important things for the lions here.” He prrumed happily. “And really, if you were in charge of the drums, you would be the drum princess, or queen by that point.” He curled his paws up against his chest, cat-like, and lifted his face so it could be warmed by the touch of the sun.
And then she licked him and his eyes flicked open in surprise.
Did friends do that, then? His mother washed him, or had when he’d been really small. Now he was in charge of cleaning his pelt – which he did only when he was tired from dancing around. And then she spoke, briefly dispelling his thoughts and he nodded hopefully, curling his tail around him.
Then, “sorry, did I have dirt on my face?”
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