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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 10:35 am
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Rizardon was adjusting well to life in the cold. Maybe the flames that colored the tuft of fur on his tail gave him a false sense of warmth all the time. Or maybe he was just built for this sort of life, this sort of weather. Whatever the case, he was liking his new home and he was happy to have finally found a place he could live in, come home to, but then head out and explore other areas as much as he wanted. He did not feel confined, and that was a very important detail to him.
He did not want to feel like he had been captured by some place.
His new job was fun, as well. He liked to carve out dens for others and throw himself into his labor so he could do as much as he could, and work until he was worn down. He was a large, strong lion, so physical labor was great for him. He was padding along and saw some ice, looking surprised when he nearly tripped over the cheetah that was laying on the ground.
"Whoa!" He looked down at the wiry creature, not too well versed in the other species around the lands. He saw the block of ice and then looked back at the cheetah, backing up a few steps. "What are you doing?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 1:51 pm
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"Oh."
Rizardon was an ice carver, as far as his position in the pride went, but his focus was not on art or creature. He dug out ice so other lions could have homes and he left all the fine tuning to others. He did the grunt work, and kept his large body strong and healthy for the labor. His was not a brain meant for the finer arts, and he knew it.
"I was just walking around, I guess. Thinking about seeing if anyone needed a den dug out, or if anyone's had some snow ins. You know, the usual work. You're trying to make this ice into something? Like what... like a tree or something?"
He tilted his head, not understanding art or things like it at all. It seemed like a lot of effort for something that did not have, at least as far as he knew, an immediate use. Maybe one day he would learn what it was to make something and feel pride in it, but that was not today.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2014 6:43 pm
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Rizardon frowned at him thoughtfully.
"I guess I wouldn't want a lion I didn't know in my house. As a carving anyway. Or as an uninvited guest, I guess, though that's not really what we're talking about. Uh. Well maybe you could..."
Thoughts were difficult for him when it came to focusing them on things like art. He just thought of practical things that were boring and plain, like dens. Simple, but necessary, and no one paid that too much attention once they had one. Just like he did not pay attention to arty things, he supposed, though many did like having accents and unique things to call their own.
He would not say no, he thought, if someone offered to carve him something out of ice. It seemed interesting now that he was aware it was a thing others did.
When the cheetah jumped on him, though, he was not prepared, and he reared back in surprise. He caught himself, though, and lowered himself back to his four paws, holding himself still and moving his tail back to the cheetah so he could get a look at it.
"Oh, yeah. It's not real fire, obviously, but I mean."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 7:27 pm
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Rizardon was a very passive lion, most of the time. He was not the kind to just attack someone without a good reason, even if that reason was usually because they had agreed on a fight. He was not interested in getting himself hurt or crippled because he picked some stupid fight: he took far too much pride in his work and his life for that.
He was a little confused, but that was pretty common for him. He reacted to this confusion the same way he did most others. He stood there and waited for it to make sense.
"Oh, I don't mind," he said, when the cheetah asked him to stay. He was not sure he understood what was going on, something about inspiration and the ice, but he was not sure why anyone would want to carve his tail.
"You could do that? Well, if you're doing just the tail, that would be good, too. I mean. What are you doing?" He frowned. Art was just so complicated.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2014 8:40 pm
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"Oh, so you're not just carving my tail."
He almost sounded disappointed. He had gotten fond of the idea of having a sculpture of his tail, for some odd reason. He had never thought he wanted one, of course, and would never come up with the idea himself. Maybe that would be what he asked for, if he ever had the cheetah carve him something out of ice. He did not want to impose, though, and was at least glad he could serve as inspiration.
It was the first time he had ever inspired anything, as far as he knew.
"I'm not busy! I can stay here as long as you need my tail, I don't mind. It wasn't doing anything important, either." He was not worried about that, he had all the time in the world since he mostly made his own schedule unless he was digging a den for someone and had to have the ice cleared out as soon as possible. Thankfully, that was not the case at the moment.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 1:45 pm
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"I'll bring you a block of ice, then," Rizardon said, not reading minds but still able to catch the cheetah's drift. He nodded his head as if it were his idea alone, and he was offering out of the goodness of his heart, which really, he was. He wanted to be helpful, if this guy was going to give him an ice sculpture.
Of his tail, no less!
"A deal? I like that deal. I don't mind helping you, even if you don't do me carvings." Though if he got pieces of himself each time he would be able to build a big Rizardon ice statue somewhere. Because that was certainly an idea.
He smiled, happy with his new job, thinking it could be fun and he might actually learn something about art that expanded his horizons a little bit. He was not exactly well educated, after all, so any help he could get was well appreciated.
"Thank you again! I'll come find you again and you can tell me how often you want me to bring you ice. Good luck on your sculpture." He nodded his head and moved away, swishing his tail behind him and smiling to himself.
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