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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 2:06 pm
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The peace talks with Ranba, while sometimes long, drawn out, and frustrating, had gone through successfully. Baboons were fickle creatures and he partially feared that the entire affair would take a turn for the worst. It was very different, training to be the Kima'baba and actually doing the work the title required, but he was sure his father would be proud of the progress he had made with the difficult, ornery new alpha of the very same baboon tribe he had learned from when but a cub.
But results could be seen.
The bronze, purple and orange marked lion sat on his haunches, inspecting the drums that some of the troop had recently brought out from the thick, dense forestry they called home. They were of good craft; the baboons had obviously not lost their skills since the plague pried their relations apart. The large, bulky male lifted a hefty paw and dropped it against the taut, stretched hide that topped the instrument and was rewarded with a rich rumble. It was impossible to surpress the rumbling purr of approval as he padded out a few, quick beats, the rhythm that was his own.
The pair of baboons hooted with delight as the lion, their protector, admired their handiwork.
"Uncle is happy with, then, yes?"
"Yes, most definitely. Tell Ranba of my thanks. I'll be out shortly to do another patrol."
The pair quickly scurried off to the trees that fringed the NchiMahadhi territory, leaving Jukka to run his paws over the newest drums in admiration, drinking in the way the light of the hot, afternoon sun reflected off of hide and wood. There was a sort of melancholy, though only for a moment, as he thought of his father. He was the last of his father's bloodline and he didn't wish for his father's rhythm to completely leave this world. He had been too great of a lion to allow such things to happen, even if there had been nothing he could have done to ward off the plague.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 4:09 pm
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The pride's uncle was so deep in thought that he almost completely missed the tiny creature that had come nearer, drawn by the sound of his rhythm padded out on the new drums. It was only when he paused, did his emerald eyes part and his ears swivel towards the tiny sound of breathing at his side.
"Lalawethika," it took him a brief moment to recall the young male's name, yet he recognized the scent and appearance of one of the newest members of his beloved pride, "does your mother know you're out and about?" He grinned as he nudged the drum forward with a paw and plopped down to all fours, his ringed tail curling about his haunches as he looked over the young cub. Lala was obviously curious and he, healer, protecter, teacher, and nursmaid, was eager to oblige. Though he had no cubs of his own, as of yet, he was always fond of the younger generations and motioned from the cub to the drums.
"You play your rhythm on them, when you find yours. Your rhythm is important and these, the drums are important, too."
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 9:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2012 9:40 pm
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The usually silent cub's attention was, indeed, enough to warrant some happiness from the older lion, who smiled broadly. He rarely ever seemed to be without a grin, kind words, and some sort of treat, but that was Jukka for you. So many questions! Yet he decided to answer the last one first.
"I'm Jukka, the Kima'baba, the Monkey's Uncle." He chuckled slightly as he spoke of the nickname that came with his title. He was often known as, simply, Uncle. "I work with the baboons, get them to make the drums. I also, when a lion or baboon gets sick, make them all better, again. That's who I am, child. And rhythm, well, that's something that comes from inside each of us." As if to accentuate his words, he bopped the stretched hide of the drum again, causing it to give a playful rumble.
"Do you want to try?" To see what sort of rhythm the little cub had, now, that definitely interested him. Of course, the little fellow probably wouldn't find it til he was older, but to see him express interest in something that he had grown to love so dearly over his lifetime, was wonderful.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 2:35 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 10:57 am
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"Maybe not everything, I certainly am no leader. I just help others. The baboons, though, they can be tricky. My father taught me how to handle them when I was only a wee bit older than you are, now. I offer them safety and healing and, in exchange, they make these drums for us." He held back a laugh at the younger lion's antics, if anything to keep from embarrassing him due to his sudden, excited exclamation.
He slipped his paw down to the base of the drum and nudged it closer towards Lala, tail flicking in curiosity as the youngster batted at the tightly pulled surface. There wasn't much in the way of rhythm, really, but the cub was just that; a cub.
"Isn't it amazing?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 8:17 am
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2012 2:04 am
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"Well, not so much a leader as a..." Well, a negotiator, but would the little one know the meaning of the word? "Middlelion, I guess. They have their own leader and I talk to her and help her out, in return for her and her tribe to do the same for us. I can tell you what I don't do, though, I don't make you eat your dinner, hm?" He chuckled quietly to himself as he stood and stretched, his limbs popping as he did so.
"No, no mate or cubs, yet. But maybe one day, so I can pass on my knowledge of the baboons." He found himself changing his mind about leaving as the little one let out the beginnings of what would one day be a ferocious growl and pounced him. Though the weight of the cub was hardly anything to bat an eye at, he let the little fellow carry him to the ground and threw his forepaws out as he rolled slightly.
"I'm hit!" He patted gently at Lala with a hefty paw, hardly touching him as he mocked defending himself.
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