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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 12:22 pm
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The biggest problem Madaha had these days was that she still cared very much about dancing. At one point when she had been a cub, it had consumed her. In many ways it still did, but in a less direct manner. Her heartbeat kept rhythm for her and she moved in time with it, but it wasn't the same as actual, deliberate dancing. And by now she was so out of practice that she was terribly afraid she would never catch up again to the others her age. That was the one thing she had that made her feel truly connected to her pride... to lose that? Well, it was on her mind quite a lot.
That's why now, even though it was late at night and the moon obscured by cloud cover, she had gone out to practice. She was now so unfamiliar with the steps and moves that she didn't want to be observed by anyone yet, at least until she got her confidence again. The darkly colored lioness wasn't easily visible on a dark night like this. Her brighter markings betrayed her, but she kept herself well away from the dens, using the cover of night and some nearby brush to keep her concealed. As poor a huntress as she was though, someone was bound to notice if they were close by.
Madaha had to drums to dance to, out here alone, so she used her internal rhythm to begin. Only basic moves just yet, feeling out the way she moved carefully.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 3:15 pm
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The sound at first startled Madaha, who had thought she was alone out here. She jumped, wide eyed and peering around, before calming herself as she recognized the sounds of a drumbeat. After listening for a few moments, she relaxed fully. The rhythm was good. Not just good, but excellent. Whomever was drumming that beat was obviously of great skill, and the sound seemed to flow naturally into the surrounding area, lifting the young lioness's spirits.
Cautiously, Mada moved toward the sound, brushing through the foliage surrounding her to come upon the other lioness, who was not so far off from the spot where Mada had secreted herself. Madaha listened, not wanting to interrupt the drumming but also making sure that she was in plain sight to Mawi Mai. She had no intention of sneaking up on her.
Once Mada could see her, she recognized the other lioness as the Umshayi Wesigubhu of the Pride. Although Mada had not met her or been introduced, she had known of her since her return as one of the high ranking lionesses of the Pride. While she was nervous about approaching her, Mada also had a great amount of respect for Mawi, who's skill in music had earned her the admiration of the whole Pride.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 7:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 7:58 pm
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As the drumming slowed and then ended, Madaha felt herself moved by the music in a way that she hadn't felt in years. It was a powerful force in her, filling her with excitement and making her feet feel light and energetic. She almost couldn't help but dance when she heard it, but as soon as she'd begun to try a few awkward, hesitant steps, it had ended.
The friendly lioness greeted Mada, and she felt a little nervous at first, being addressed by one of the highest ranking members of the pride. Mawi's tone helped pull her out of it though; the other lioness seemed very kind.
"Hello," Madaha responded, feeling her confidence rise as she spoke, "I guess you could say I'm new? Or old, maybe. I was born into this Pride, but I left with my family when the plague hit. But... I found my way back home." It seemed like the natural way to end her statement, even if it left a lot of question unanswered. "I'm Madaha. You're the Umshayi, aren’t you? What's your name?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 4:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 8:19 am
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Madaha couldn’t help herself; she immediately blurted out, “Dance!” before she had even given the question considerable thought. Embarrassed by the small outburst and her own lack of control, she grinned shyly and said again, “I mean, uh… well yes, I was trying to practice dancing again. It was the one thing I felt really connected me with rhythm.”
She glanced down at her forepaws, suppressing a giggle at how absurd she felt. The Umshayi was very friendly and Madaha felt immediately accepted by her, which was probably what made her feel comfortable enough to tell her the rest.
“I’ve been on my own for a long time. I tried to keep practicing what I knew, but I was only a Intsha when my family left, so I didn’t even know much then. Now to be back among my pride, I feel like as an adult I should know way more than I do. It’s a little embarrassing!” Madaha looked sheepish, but tried to shrug it off.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 10:06 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 7:11 pm
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As Mawi spoke, Madaha listened and also thought back to her past. She remembered the dancers when she was a cub, how graceful and controlled they seemed. She couldn’t remember if anyone in her family had been particularly talented, she just knew that she always had a feel for moving with rhythm, more than anything else.
“I’m sure I will, if it’s anything like I remember,” Madaha replied, her smile insuppressible, “I just hope I can re-learn it quickly. Don’t want to be behind anymore.” Madaha eyed the Umshayi’s drum as she picked it up; Mada didn’t even have one of those, which was a rite of passage for lions much younger than she was. She had a lot of catching up to do.
“Thank you!” Madaha replied gratefully once Mawi offered her help, “I’m afraid I’m a bit lost still… so many dens, it’s hard to check them out when you barely know anyone still!” But she was learning, and that was a start.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 10:47 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 10:26 am
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The den they had stopped before looked grand to Madaha, who hadn’t slept in one since she’d left the pride as a cub. It was specious, for one, and though it seemed as though it’d been empty for a while, it didn’t have desolate, abandoned feel to it. It would take only a little cleaning out and some light housekeeping before it was ready to be lived-in again.
“It’s lovely!” Madaha purred appreciatively, heading forward to look around the inside. It was large enough for her to stand normally without having to lower her head, which she liked, and roomy enough for her to even have guests if she wanted. This was way better than anything she’d slept in during her time as a rogue.
“Thank you for helping me find this, I’d be utterly lost without a guide,” Madaha admitted, grinning, “I’m looking forward to meeting everyone, but I guess I’ll have to wait for morning.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 11:31 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 9:38 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 10:38 am
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