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 Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 12:59 pm
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Sira prowled through the tall grass of the Kisuni'Mwezi lands, her home. Her tan and red formed moved swiftly across the ground, her sky blue eyes taking in everything around her with obvious appreciation. As much as she loved to explore, she had to admit that she also liked her homelands. After all, she had spent hours and days exploring this land and knew it as well as she knew her own family.
Having no particular purpose, she decided to visit one her favorite spots, a watering hole that was not too far from where she was now. She turned in that direction, and made her way swiftly there. The smell of the fresh water drove her on. What stopped her dead in her tracks was another scent. That of a male lion.
Well, that wasn't odd, of course. There was bound to be other thirsty lions visiting the watering hole as well. What intrigued her was that she didn't recognize this particular lion's scent. A stranger. Sirati was always curious and loved to meet new people. With a dance to her step, she continued down to the watering hole to see who she could meet today. |
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 1:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 1:36 pm
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Ooh, and he was handsome too. Sirati smiled coyly back at him, wondering who this stranger was and why he was here. She probably should have been suspicious, but he was not yet a full grown lion, and he seemed friendly enough. Besides, Sirati liked to make friends more than she liked to fight.
She walked down to the water's edge, still smiling at him. "Hello there," she returned the greeting. Feeling rather thirsty and not wanting to sound like an idiot with a dry throat, she leaned down and lapped up a few mouthfuls of water, before speaking again.
"I don't recognize you. Are you . . . new to these lands?" She was, as always, curious to know why he was here. Sirati did have a defensive side, and she tensed slightly, wondering if he actually was some kind of threat to her lands and to her family. She didn't want to attack this friendly and handsome male, but she would if she had to.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 1:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 10:00 am
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So he wasn't a stranger, and he didn't seem threatening. And he complimented her. Sirati was convinced. She preened a bit at his words. No one had really called her pretty before, except for maybe her parents, and of course that didn't count.
"Yes, I live here," answered Sira, proudly. "Sawa, huh? Well, my name is Sirati." With the introductions done, Sirati's sky blue eyes sparkled as she took a better look at this male lion. It hadn't been until recently that she had begun to think of male lions as anything other than playmates, or idiots. Of course, she knew she would have to find a mate eventually. That much was evident from her parents, who obviously cared about each other, as much as they seemed ill-matched in her eyes.
Now, she had begun to see differences when looking at other lions, especially males. She liked this Sawa's coloring and his attitude as well. Yes, Sira definitely wanted to get to know this one.
"So, Sawa, what are you doing here in these lands. Looking for someone, perhaps?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 11:50 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 12:36 pm
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Sirati grinned. She liked this male. A lot of the ones in the pride were her age or younger, and so immature. This Sawa was handsome and intelligent, and so very mature. He had an interesting way of speaking too, an accent of some kind or another. It was like music to her ears.
Realizing he had asked her a question, she stood thoughtfully for a moment before replying. "Well, my father is bright red, and so my sisters and brother have some red, but a lot of the lions I have seen seem to have more neutral colors, like creams, or tans. But I haven't met many lions, except for my family." Sirati's family was huge, though.
Looking for a buddy? Oh, so Sawa was just here looking for a friend. Then he would probably leave. Wilting a bit, Sirati asked, "What's your buddy's name? Maybe I've met him. Or even if I haven't, I bet my mom, my papa, or my brother has met him. They know everyone." It was an exaggeration, but she hoped she might be able to keep Sawa here for awhile. Meeting new people was always more interesting than playing around with her siblings all day.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2008 5:59 am
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