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 Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 9:21 pm
Wet slurps resounded after meaty crunching as the cub nestled his head into the curve of a log. Having only pried it open just a few moments prior to reveal a nest of bugs of different species hidden in the moist, dark encasement. Pulling his head back, Riddi succccked at a fat worm, slurping it up into his maw like a noodle. Smacking his lips momentarily, already getting pretty full from his snack. The cub watched the critters scurry around, now revealed.
His favorite part is when he first pries open fallen logs because the show of color when the fly types go aflight once he found their hiding space was always fun to watch. With his tail snaking around behind him, the cub peeked down at the numerous bugs which remained. Deciding to be picky and only eating the ones he knew tasted the best.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 1:14 pm
Mwezi's stomach was rumbling so loudly that it made thinking about anything but food nearly impossible, even something as important as her search for the albino crocodile. Despite having found a new home to call her own--a swamp no less, how appropriate!--having arrived on her own it was unlikely that anyone was going to come calling for mealtime. This of course, was fine by Mwezimoma. She'd been hunting her own prey, granted it was mostly left over scraps of meals from previous hunters or very small game, since she'd left her father and sister in the rogue lands and didn't need anyone's help! Unfortunately though, it meant leaving the muddy river bed in search of something edible.
Stepping dirty brown paws out of the water the adolescent female waded onto land, however reluctantly, to begin her search. Once a ghostly pale figure in the swamp, Mwezi blended almost perfectly into the dark and dreary setting of her surroundings now. A soft, pink gaze flicked across the area, hoping to chance upon a hare or something equally as edible, but there didn't appear to be anything close by.
And that's when she heard it.
The crack of something brittle.
Without trying to get her hopes up--and she did hope that it was the sound of a fellow pride member breaking the bones of a marsh deer--Mwezi casually made her way towards the sound. Ears that held a slightly less thorough caking of mud twitched attentively, though what she found was... disappointing to say the least.
Watching the unfamiliar cub out of the corner of her eye, sucking down insects from an infested log made her stomach churn with disgust. Even she wasn't that desperate, but for heaven sake she was already in his line of sight. It'd be a wonder if she could slip past him without his notice and continue on her way unbothered.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 3:29 pm
The cub's head was bowed downwards into the log, getting his entertainment for the afternoon. But when the bright white female walked up infront of him, Riddi had expected to see his mother when he lifted his head. Already the cub was pressing his ears back with an apologetic expression. But halted once he realized this female wasn't his mother. But a stranger.
Maybe if her face wasn't twisted in disgust, the cub might have fallen in 'love at first sight'. But her sour face wasn't one to draw in the youngster. Maybe later when she wasn't looking at him with a roach leg peeking out from the fur beside his mouth.
"Howdy!" The cub called out to the stranger, lifting from his post at the log to venture closer to her. Riddi hadn't been taught to be fearful. As far as he was concerned, all adults were friendly folks. The darkly colored little male crept delicately up to Mwezi. His paws barely gracing the ground as he fluidly stepped closer. "Hi there, I'm Riddi! Who 'er you?" The cub asked eagerly, plopping down directly infront of this new face. She was the first stranger he met outside of his family by himself. He planned on training this face to memory. In such close proximity, the noticeable fragrance which wafted from the cub would be surprisingly... pleasant. Floral. Having rolled around in pollen purposefully when he realized he could rub the nice scent into his fur.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 9:38 am
The soft voice that called out to her caused Mwezi's step to hitch, pausing in mid-stride.
Crap. Spotted.
Casting a wary glance towards the earth brown cub several feet away she wondered if it'd stay there and simply let her pass. Her own muddy head bobbing towards him in a mild greeting before an even, almost cautious pace was picked up again. Besides her own siblings, she had little experience with cubs and though she was reaching the peak of adolescence having a litter of her own was certainly the furthest thing from Mwezi's mind right now.
Another chirping greeting, this time sounding far closer than the last, caused the young lioness to search for the stray, bug-consuming cub. To her surprise the little thing had planted itself directly in her path causing her to stop short once more, a bit more impatient now. She was hungry and not much in the mood for strange games. Mwezi..
Was the short answer, flicking her dripping tail and proceeding to create a half circle around the unfamiliar cub. Then again, most of the lions that lived in the swamp were unfamiliar to the mud masked river wader. Socializing was seen as little more than a distraction from her quest. Hopefully Riddi would get the hint and leave well enough alone.
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 6:06 am
Still being young, the cub didn't know the gaze of judgmental eyes. Much less from an annoyance. So when the female made her aloof expression and didn't try to hold a conversation with him, Riddi assumed she was just shy. Ahh, the innocence of youth.
The boy remained plopped in front of the lioness, brushing the back of his paw against his face momentarily to flake off any bug bits that might have clung to his fur. Not out of curtsey to her, but out of habit. "I never seen you 'efore." The cub ventured, squinting his eyes up at the unfamiliar female. When she moved to leave he stood up to follow her. Turning on his heel to trek after the lioness, "Where are yah goin'?" He asked, pouncing forward playfully to keep in stride with the elder female. With each of his steps the tuft of fur on his head bounced, springy hair that held body and naturally seemed to remain glossy and sleek. Riddi planned on staying with the lioness, finding company better than hanging around bogs by himself.
Looking upwards at the canopy of the swamp's forest, the cub watched the beams of light filter through the branches to dapple the ground and the two lions' pelts.
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