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 Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 11:58 am
"Shut up. Shut up. Shutupshutupshutupshutup. SHUT UP!!" She was trembling furiously. Foam gathered at her jowls. Her eyes were bloodshot. A dead hare lay at her paws. Its blood smeared her neck where she'd lunged and caught it.
She hadn't slept for days.
Her eyes flicked nervously from side to side, seeing things that weren't there. Ghosts, perhaps. Taunting her. Mocking her. She lashed out at thin air and snarled like a mad thing, her sides heaving, her cheeks puffing with each exaggerated breath.
The visions again. They came and went sporadically. Sometimes she didn't get anything for days. Other times it was there all the time. It was only when she touched something. A lion. Prey. It had happened this time with the dead hare. In that instant of contact when the hare had still been alive, she had seen a flash of its struggle. She knew its pain and it haunted her.
She turned her anger on the hare, slashing it away from her and sending it sprawling away. Stupid thing! Now she'd lost her appetite.
And, in a frenzy, she bounded away. Away from the pride, away from everything. She just needed to be alone for a little bit.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 12:09 pm
Crack...
Crack...
Crack...
The branch fell from beneath the dual colored male as jumped, right as it fell, to the next branch just a little bit higher. He watched in amusement as the tree limb made a satisfying thud against the ground. "Too easy," he commented the smirk slipping from his lips as he shook his head. Gracefully he lept from the branch and looked back up at the tree. It had been a rather thick branch so he thought it would be a challenge, because lately he had been well...bored. He needed to entertain himself somehow and the ladies he had come across, well they were only good for a few minutes, then he would grow bored.
Then somehow he'd convince them that he really did care for him, or that spending the night with him wouldn't hurt. That a one-night stand wasn't going to cause any trouble. But he knew, he was already so sure of what would happen.
He was pulled away from his thoughts, and disappointment really, by the sound of someone screaming, and the scent of blood.
Curiousity already sparked he set out on finding it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 12:13 pm
She tore across the land, her petite form swift. She was under-nourished despite living in a pride, tired and weary looking. She had once been pretty and she still was if you ignored that haunted look in her eye and the gaunt face and tapering hips.
She gave another grunt, slowing to catch her breath, the froth on her lips tinged pink from the blood of the hare.
The hare...
She squeezed her eyes closed, remembering it curled in the crook of its mother's side. Being groomed, being pushed by its siblings... then a hawk coming to claim one. And another...and another...until it was the only one left.
And it had a name. No, it had had a name. It had been called Frii. No it was nothing. Wasting away on the ground.
She shook her head, gave a mournful cry and sagged.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 12:21 pm
It didn't take the male very long to find her, in fact it was only a couple of minutes before he found her. He observed her from the shadows, as he tended to do before most meetings. Watching as she cried out and sunk. Damsel in distress eh?
Too bad he didn't feel like acting today.
So instead he stepped out from the shelter of the trees very well aware that she could be dangerous, but to him there were very few things that were truely dangerous. "Dear, dear, what happened here?" He asked casually as he strolled to her line of vision. "Having a bit of a break down love?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 12:24 pm
Breakdown was a good word for it. Her head swung to face the odd-coloured male and her slightly glazed green-eyes focused on him. Who was this? A ghost? Another vision come to haunt her? She hissed and crouched, curling in on herself as if she wished to just disappear.
And then she realised he couldn't have been a vision because touching the hare would not have conjured a lion, especially now it was dead.
"The hare." Was all she could conjure, her breath staggering any further words she might have made. Her eyes flicked up to his face, to the marks beneath his eyes. Was he Mwezi'johari? She didn't think so.
"Y-you're on pride lands." And then she paused. No. He wasn't on pride lands. She was on rogue lands. She shuddered and gave a low moan. "Go away."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 12:34 pm
He merely arched a brow at her hostility. It was to be expected after all, something was seriously disturbing the poor girl. However the male looking down at her simply didn't care. He could easily make her nasty night worse, and that thrilled him. Made him -want- to push her, to see how far he could prod her, poke her, before she toppled over the edge.
Oh he could tell that she was already -so- close. It was simply perfect.
"I fear you are mistaken love," he told her with a shake of his head as he moved toward her. Doing the exact opposite of what she wanted, push her. He wanted to push her. "Why don't you make me? Of course then you wouldn't have any idea if I could help you with your little problem or not," he shrugged. But then it would be your loss now wouldn't it?
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 12:37 pm
Males. Her weakness. Or one of them, anyway. She shifted uncomfortably and let her eyes fall to the ground. He wanted to help her? No, why would he want to help her? He was a stranger. Suspicious. He was coming closer!
She backed up a few steps, the growl like rising thunder in her chest.
He wouldn't help her. He'd hurt her. Make the visions come back to haunt her. Drive her mad. She shuddered at the thought. And yet, he had such a nice face. So pretty. His voice was nice, too, but perhaps suspicious, too? She shuddered at the thought but drew her head and ears up.
It would be silly of her to just go without at least listening to what he had to say, right?
"How? How can you help me?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 12:43 pm
Talking to this female was like in human words; taking candy from a baby. Already she was practically eating from his paw. How perfect.
"Well one thing I could do is take your mind away from that silly hare, what obviously tortured you so," there was the slightest hint of sarcasm at the end of his sentence but he continued on like nothing had changed.
Because really, nothing had changed.
"Why did the hare hurt you so?" That was what really had him wondering, how a simple thing such as a rabbit could send someone into a frenzy.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 12:45 pm
"The hare. I saw it. I saw its life. It showed me. The picture was dim but there. I saw the eagle. I felt its pain. Loneliness. Oh, so lonely. So lonely and afraid." She was shaking again, engulfed by that madness. She shook her head hard and lowered herself into a crouch. Another moan uttered forth. Why was she telling him this?
Because she needed to.
But why? Why not hold it in? She held it in every other time? Why not now?
Because she was afraid. Because the world was fuzzy and she couldn't decipher it. Because she was being swallowed by the panic that the curse brought. Drowning...drowning...
"I'm a freak." She spat. For that's what she called herself. "A freak." And then the weeping started and her breathing worsened.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 12:53 pm
He listened to what she had to saw with interest. So the hare showed her it's life? How...fantastic! "Ah the troubles of being a seer," he commented shaking his head. She hadn't stated that she was one but he knew the signs and she could always correct him if he was wrong. Or she could confirm what he already knew. "Seeing things you never wish to see and having no true control over your visions," he spoke as if he knew what being a seer was like. As if he -was- a seer.
But that was a silly thought. "I wouldn't call you a freak my dear," he told her moving even closer. "You're special." And she was, after all seers were very special and rather rare. It was something he envied. "And you're probably just as lonely as that hare was, which it why it hurt so much.".
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 12:57 pm
Special. Special?
That's what he had once said. The love of her life. The male she had declared her love to. The male she had given her heart to. The male who still had her heart despite the fact that she told herself a thousand times that she hated him.
And here was this male saying the same thing? Why? What did he have to gain? Was he just going to hurt her too? She was so fed up with being rejected. That was why she liked Mito. He didn't care. He was her friend.
"I'm part of a pride." She said in response, but even as she said it she knew in her heart he was right. She barely knew a soul in the pride. Isolating herself because of her curse. She squeezed her eyes shut, not noticing that he had moved closer.
"Are you going to hurt me, too?" She asked quietly, almost expecting it of him.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 1:03 pm
"So?" Suijin asked as though it was ridiculous of her to say it. But in truth, to him, it was ridiculous and almost stupid of her to say that. Being in a pride, surrounded by people, meant nothing when none of them actually cared. He would know. No...he knew. They would all desert each other in the long run.
"You can surrounded by hundreds of other people, other lions, and still be stranded," he told her spacing off. "Back when I was younger there were people all around me but I was still alone, still lonely and the only people who actually cared about me my mother pushed away," he admitted with a snort. "I'm a lot like you, I was different and that made people isolate me, made me isolate myself." Now he wasn't actually sure if that was the case with her, but he thought he'd try it. He was too exhausted in a sense to put too much time reading into her.
"Hurt you? How so?" He asked arching a brow as he sat. "I can only hurt you if you let me hurt you."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 1:06 pm
And he was right. So right.
She looked at him, shocked, her mouth slightly agape, her ears tipped backwards. Behind her rib cage her heart was thudding wildly. "Yes." She breathed. "I loved someone but he did not love me back. I took a mate in his brother than hurt him too. I lost my children. They hate me. I came here to forget it but I..." She shook her head. Stop talking about this. He shouldn't know all this!
"How could I stop you?" She asked sadly. "You are bigger. Stronger. I know my fate. A lifetime of pain. Of hurt." She had never seen that in her visions, of course, but she knew it all the same.
It had always been that way.
"I am Ivie'lingwa." She replied sadly, quietly.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 1:15 pm
"I know how that is, but I was a little different I guess," he shrugged thinking back to that purple female who haunted his thoughts, awake and asleep. "I loved this girl, and she loved me too, but I pushed her away not realizing how much I loved her, how much I needed her and when I realized it," he sighed. "It was too late. She had moved on and I was nothing but the past to her."
He winced as he talked about it. It was one of his most painful memories, especially the day he pushed her away. If was as good as he thought he was, why hadn't he seen that coming? Because he didn't want it to happen he mused.
"I will not do anything that you don't want," he stated, normally he'd push her until she gave in but he wanted her to be willing, to freely turn to him and give herself to him. Tricking people, which he was incredibly good at, got old sometimes. He needed a break and she would be it. "I'll hurt you if you think you're going to be hurt but if you think of it as something simple like clensing yourself with a kindred soul, it might not hurt." He offered. Why was he being so nice?
He knew the answer, she was a lot like him.
"Suijin."
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 1:20 pm
He was like an angel - if such things existed - come to her in her time of greatest need! Her eyes welled with tears but they stayed put, not daring to stray down her cheeks. What did it mean for her to find someone who understood the pain of such loss? To have your heart broken and bashed and lost forever? It meant everything.
She knew she shouldn't be doing this. Knew she was in no state for this. But she needed a friend right now and with males, the only kind of friendship she knew was intimate.
She stepped towards him, hesitating a moment.
"I don't think you mean to hurt me...in fact...you helped already..." She shook her head. "The visions hurt. They drive me...mad." She knew it but couldn't stop it.
"Thank you." Her breath was released as a purr and the tears in her eyes began to dry.
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