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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 1:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 10:33 pm
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((TT___TT Lost... original... post... Please forgive the shortness of this one.))
"Rare visitors, but welcomed ones, little one." Came her mother's voice from just outside the temporary den's entrance. For a short while now Yin-li had been sunning just out of sight, keeping a diligent watch as any new mother would, fiercely listening and scenting for any signs of danger to their cubs. While Azarax was away her senses were not allowed a single moment's inattention. Even away from the other pride members there were still vultures, snakes, even the rare chance that a cub may wander too far off and fall to the harsh lands themselves. That would not happen on their watch, however, both parents were determined to safe guard and raise their children properly.
Black eyes turned to look at the young one, such a perfect blend of her three female relatives-- her aunt, her mother, and her grandmother --and yet so far she seemed to take after Yin-li more than any other cub in the litter did. The young mother smiled, hoping that Vesta would not need to struggle to find her inner fire as much as she herself had, during that time... It hadn't lasted long, but it had been unnerving. Of course, the difference between Azarax and herself had always been that Azarax, though slave in title in the traditionalists' eyes, was actually of Firekin blood and had been raised hearing their tales. Her parents... had not ever been fond of or trusting of any Firekin, never. They had hated this place for what it had done to their family and drilled into she and her siblings that they were not slaves, not inferior, but for the sake of survival had to act like they were. It had been confusing, and for a longer time than she would have expected those feelings of being torn had stayed with her lurking under the surface. Vesta would not have to worry about such an identity crisis, which was good to know, but what Yin-li wasn't sure of was how her lack of will to fight would affect her.
"Come here, Vesta, let me show you a game that my mother taught me when I was little."
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 2:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 2:37 pm
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Yin-li smiled warmly at her child, leaning down with a purr of her own to bump her head gently against Vesta's tiny form as she came between her legs. Taking her up in her jaws for a moment Yin-li resettled herself in front of the mouth of the den and plopped Vesta gently down between her front paws, giving her shade and a good viewing seat. Her gaze traveled towards the sky where there was just enough cloud coverage that one wouldn't hurt their eyes looking at the sun, but certainly not enough to block the sky or to produce rain.
"Did you know that lions originally learned storytelling from the clouds...?"
Not really, she was sure now as an adult, but this game was all about stories, and was one in and of itself, a fable. Since the pride no longer worshipped gods, also, why not tell this version?
"They tell their own stories in various forms. Sometimes they're angry... in other lands they clash together and cause a horrid racket, but most of the time they're happy or sad, or sometimes so happy that they may seem sad. Water falls from them in some places, just like tears fall from our eyes. Sometimes happy, sometimes not. We looked to them and the first storyteller saw stories written in their shapes. Can you read what the clouds are saying?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 2:51 pm
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