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 Posted: Thu May 21, 2009 12:29 pm
It had been a productive day thus far for Bele, the pride crafter. She hadn't had too many commissions lately, so she got to finish them up rather quickly. After a lazy hour or so napping in the sun, she took the time to work on some fine trinkets for herself. She was still trying to keep her brother out of her mind, and her eyes kept straying to the small pile of teeth in the back corner of her den, where only she was allowed to venture. He had yet to bring her his own personal materials, but she was consistently tempted to simply start on a set anyway.
But that was a secret she wouldn't dare tell to anyone, particularly not the gossipers commonly venturing into her den to check out the stash. As she measured them or they watched her work, she would somehow always find herself listening in to some gossip or another. It was amusing most of the time, but her mind had become a sort of library of pride information. It could be pretty interesting though.
So there she lay, using her "special" claws to carve tribal designs into a sheet of shoulder bone she had prepared earlier, waiting for the next lion to come by.
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 10:23 am
Now, however, he was feeling a bit more adventurous. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, prompting him rather urgently to leave his den once day to see what other animals that weren’t going to be guard did with their free time. Perhaps the demon in him was yearning for more.
That’s how he managed to stumble upon Bele. She was lying there… playing with a bone. This was a job?
Bewildered, the large animal moved closer, sniffing cautiously as he lowered his head more to her level. “Hello there,” he offered faintly, the mammoth of a beast smiling quite sincerely, “may I ask what it is you’re doing with that bone?”
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 11:07 am
Bele's head jerked up at the voice, and she blinked with surprise when she saw who it was. It was a young leopon, clearly, who seemed to have just reached the adult stage of his life. His was built rather stockily, but that was probably the leopard part of him - but her Firekin blood and older age nevertheless made her larger than he was. Still, he looked strong. His colors were very lovely, and he had an excellent shade of black - perfect for the pride's standards. Bele could tell he was likely the son of Hakuna, a well-known lionness in the pride, though she had never seen him before. It was a pity he wasn't a full-blooded lion (his colors and heritage would have given him a sturdy place in the pride), though that was probably the reason why he was unknown to her.
"I'm carving it, of course," she snorted, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I'm making armor for a customer." Bele was shocked to see his blank expression, surely he knew who she was? "I'm Moto'ubele, the pride's crafter." It was more of a bewildered question than a statement.
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 4:55 pm
((Just so you know, Bavu is HUGE. Hybrid genes are fickle and they usually end up growing larger than either parent because of it. –shifty eyes-))
The leopon tilted his head to one side, eyebrow arching. “Carving?” he asked. She made it sound like he should have known! As if making things out of dead animals was something everyone did in their free time. Or for a job, even! Couldn’t say it wasn’t interesting, though.
Making things like armor… that seemed pretty important.
“Huh,” he hummed, “a crafter? Sounds cool. I must apologize- I’m not that familiar with the jobs around here. I got the job I wanted in my mind when I was young and kind of blocked out everything else. So I’m just trying to see what else is out there. Not that you needed to know my life story,” he chuckled mildly, “so Moto-ubele, what other kind of things do you craft? Oh! And my name is Bavu. It’s quite an honor to meet you.”
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