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 Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 1:21 am
(('Cause I'm... bored. Feel free to join in? 8D; )) 
Mwezi had parked himself in front of the den; his large form formed a natural barrier at the cave's mouth that kept his cubs within the safety of the darkness rather deftly. Every so often, the white male turned a languid gaze over his shoulder, making sure the children within were not making a fuss, before turning back to stare over the lands. He was, all in all, quite pleased with his current situation; the cubs were healthy, his mate was happy and life was good.
Malkia had only just previously left to stroll the pridal grounds; the poor lioness had been practically held within the den for days, unable to leave, and though the other members and he himself, had hunted and brought her food, Mwezi knew she'd been desperate to stretch her legs. So thus, he'd offered to babysit. Idly, he found himself looking up at the sky and trying to dimly figure out why in the name of to moon the process was called babysitting. One didn't have to SIT on the babies to babysit, "Odd," the single word was voiced languidly at his surroundings, his eyes blinking once, almost unemotionally before he turned to gaze back at the lands in front of him.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 9:35 am
But he didn't.
And he was driving her insane.
So an escape was desperately needed, and for the past few days she had been avoiding Njiru and the trouble the followed in his wake. The blue lioness was strolling across the lands of their new home, her movements slow and languid, hiding the inner turmoil that had stricken her mind. She was not entirely aware of how long she had been walking, or even which direction she had been walking in, but soon enough she found herself within walking distance of Mwezi and the den he sat in front of. It was already well known that Mwezi and Malkia had one hefty litter, and Sini's job was to keep track of their rank. It was her job to know every member of the pride, their name, their ranking, their class. So when she approached the white male, it wasn't too surprising that she greeted him politely by his name. "Hello Mwezi'mtoto," she said with a smooth smile, seeking some sort of a distraction from her own thoughts. "How are the cubs doing?"
Anything was better than having to think about Njiru, and become frustrated over him. It wasn't worth her time. He wasn't worth her time. Perhaps giving up on their deal entirely was her best option, and then distancing herself from the other as much as possible was the next best. She'd gladly let some other priestess... go through the trouble of trying to rehabilitate Njiru.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 12:21 am
Languid golden eyes sweep from the landscape toward the blue pelted lioness as she padded nearer. Despite her words, the large male found himself tilting his head, idly thinking that such thoughts were not the ones within her head at that moment, "They fare..." he turned his head to gaze over his shoulder, towards the darkness of the cave, where some cubs play, and others lay huddled up against his form, sleeping, "Well," he finished off as he returned his attention towards the priestess, "I do believe it is not them, or I, that trouble you though," the words were drawled, his facade languid as ever.
Despite the way the lioness had carried herself, it'd been clear she was... at least pondering, trying to figure something out. She'd practicaly stumbled across him, unawares of where she was going. That, and the stormy color of her eyes seemed to give her away. Mwezi had always been a silent observer; more so now than before. Malkia had insisted he figure out others' names, ranks, jobs... everything, and learn all what he could; since it'd been the scaled lioness' only request, he'd set himself to do so.
Of course, he lacked knowledge of how things worked still, and lacked background knowledge of how the other members felt for one another. All the large lion could know, was what he'd observed, and most members were quite deft at hidding what they thought and felt, "What is it that troubles you, priestess?" there was nothing else to do, and there was nowhere he could go, so he figured he might as well be of diplomatic assitance if he could.
A small cub took that moment to jump up and brace her father's form, her keen silvery eyes turning to look at the lioness briefly before she shifted and moved herself so she could climb on Mwezi's shoulder, her maw deftly seeking out his ear so she could tug and pull at it, "Daddy, daddy! I saw a BUG!" she told him, as if it were the most increadible thing she'd seen all her life, "It was pretty!" her dark pelt contrasted greatly against her fathers white one; the large, bat wings painted upon her pelt making her look rather odd. Even odder was the fact she had a perfectly identical twin brother.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2008 6:35 pm
She looked over Mwezi's shoulders, seeing the small (but many) shapes of cubs playing and sleeping within the den. Sini nodded her head, agreeing with Mwezi that the cubs were well. For a moment she doubted his baby-sitting abilities, but then again he was also a new father, and perhaps a little unsure of what to do when left alone with the cubs. In a few months she was sure he would be slightly more... attentive to them. Being a parent was something that took adjusting to, which was exactly the reason she was putting it off herself. She didn't feel ready for a family, and though cubs were cute, they were not cute enough for her to be having her own and raising them. It would likely be a fiasco, and become too much for Sini to cope with. Six was a horrific number in her mind, but more? That was simply way too many cubs, and Sini was sure the only way she'd survive having cubs is if she had one. One was an easy number.
Her eyes widened, and then blinked in innocent surpise when Mwezi posed his question to her. Well, it was clear that she hadn't expected that. In fact, she had been certain that Mwezi was too distracted by watching his cubs to notice that there was some weight on her mind. The question itself seemed to make her uncomfortable, and tilting her bangs out of her face, she glanced to her side and out across the horizon. No, she wasn't going to avoid answering him. She was thinking that perhaps having someone to confide with would help to ease the mental strain that was continually bringing her down. Often times she let others confide to her, because she knew that it made things easier. Talking was releasing all of her thoughts from her brain... and that was something she needed. Sini could only hope that she didn't frustrate the other with her trivial issues.
A small smile was pulled onto her face as she turned her gaze back to him, and she bowed her head slightly, conceding to the point that something was wrong. "Njiru is who troubles me. His ambition is so transparently idiotic and worthless, but when I try to turn him in the right direction... it seems to backfire. I'm trying to see him settled down with a family, so that his attention is diverted from becoming king and to something more productive and healthy for him. We even... have a deal of sorts. If I can find someone for him, then he'll no longer try to gain power that he believes is rightfully his, which it isn't... dear me, it isn't." She shrugged her shoulders, "I'm just getting tired of him and the stupidity that he embodies." Was she being a little harsh? Maybe. But did she feel as if she needed to get this out? Definitely.
She seemed to once again be taken by surprise when one of the cubs suddenly scrambled onto her father's shoulder. Her purple eyes examined the dark-furred girl, and a somewhat fond smile found itself on her face. Really, she did like cubs, so long as they weren't her's. "Your children really are quite... lovely," she told Mwezi, turning her attention from the cub to the cub's father. She had really only said such a compliment because she didn't want to overwhelm him with her issues. He needed something that he could talk about, so that she could continue to talk about what she needed to get out. It really all made perfect sense in her mind.
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