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 Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 7:59 am
-- AIM Rp between Mwezi'Mtoto and Malkia ((DFA and Felyn)) The trial came and passed, after they'd seeked out the information from the king, and Mwezi found himself rather pleased with the results. Now, days after he and Malkia had both come out of the herb-induced sleep, and safely categorised within their corresponding classes, the male could not help but gaze at the sky; the moon hung over him, the breeze pleasent as he simply indulged himself in doing... nothing.
He was not tired and did not wish to sleep; he'd slipped away from where Rin and the scaled lioness slept. He'd come to a small hill where the moon hung bright and high and the stars twinkled above him, yet despite the scenery and all it's beauty, the small smile that tugged at his maw had nothing to do with it. It had to do with conversations he'd held with Malkia before the trial. Needless to say that Mwezi, displaying his usual caracteristic... personality, per se, had held no doubt of what class he'd wake up to be. Never once had he doubted it, and the confidence he'd showed had doubtlessly been unnerving.
Now that the trial had passed, Mwezi had had to repress the ure to turn to the female with a cocky smile and tell her a blunt 'I told you so'. Instead, he'd contented himself with pinning her with a knowing, significant glance as he'd lifted himself off the ground when he'd woken up.Oh, but Malkia had known as soon as the words passed the king's mouth what class the great Mwezi thought he'd be in. She knew his ego, knew it well, and had only just managed to stifle her amusement once they parted from the king and Mwezi got his chance to talk. The fact that he had actually woken up on that night was quite amusing, except for those cocky glances he threw her way.
What was even more surprising to her was the fact that she had woken at the same time, only minutes after Mwezi himself. It was almost as if her subconscious had drawn her awake because it felt him stirring. Truly, the moon had graced them both, although she had taken it considerably better than he had. She might have been many things, but she could still appear quite humble. That art, however, seemed to be lost on Mwezi at times.
She drew herself up the side of the hill slowly, elegantly, having left Rin behind with the knowledge that she was close to other members and safe in the haven the pride offered. She drew herself up to his side, sitting slowly, her deep eyes stretching up to look at a moon that was nearly their opposite. "Can't sleep?"Indeed it was; if there was one caracteristic that seemed to shine within Mwezi, it was his confidence. It could be a good trait, or a bad trait; it much tended to depend on the circumstances at hand. As it was though, he didn't appear more cocky than usual upon having been 'right'. In fact, he hadn't appeared to change, in the least. He lived the days after having been 'sorted', much like he'd lived the rest of his life, however, now, instead of being a king without a kingdom, he was a lord.
It wasn't a bad change, he thought to himself; it meant he was able to retain the traits he liked of high society without having to ponder over the bother of ruling a kingdom. Quite nice indeed.
He could smell her scent in the breeze before she even approached, and subsconciously, he breathed deeply; her scent had become something he... liked to indulge himself with, for some reason or other, and since it pleased him to do so, he did, without even pausing to think about it. It didn't matter, after all. That was the way things worked within his mind at any rate. As she sat herself by his side, he tilted his head briefly to one side, his mane cascading down his shoulder, "No," he paused then, and feeling the need to elaborate further, he looked down at her, "I am merely enjoying the night. It is peaceful, and rather pleasing," something seemed to cross his mind then and the lion knitted his brows just so, "What of you? You don't smell sick."Malkia was truly pleased with the outcome of this venture. She had felt rather alone, travelling by herself, the last remaining member of a pride lost to the sands of time. Here, she had found a position that suited what she had been bred for, and though she was sure it would not be nearly as satisfying as ruling a pride itself, it was still something that she could relate to and do with joy in her heart. The little while since they had woke, the few days that had passed, they had been pleasant ones.
She also had her own little make-shift family now, like she had never had. Her nanny had been nanny, and though like a mother, was not quite the same. She had a cub to raise, though not her own, it still gave her a sense of duty - of joy. Mwezi - well, she couldn't say what Mwezi was other than a companion that she had grown a form of affection before. Nanny had told her many things, but it had been more concentrated upon her lost pride.
Useless knowledge now.
She smiled at his furrowed brows, amusement lurking deep in her eyes. She considered his question for a long moment, her eyes drifting to his own face. "No, I'm not," she said softly, a purr on her voice. She shrugged, already more comfortable with him at her side. Perhaps her lack of sleep had something to do with the fact that he had, once again, drifted away from her. "I was restless, I suppose. I woke from sleep for some reason."Amusing to note that not long ago, Mwezi too, had pondered back into his old life; he had never been displeased with travelling alone, however, now, the white pelted male found he wouldn't go back to his old life if he had a choice. Which he aparently, did. So that was perfectly fine, as far as he was concerned.
Idle days...
THey had passed without much happening at all, and Mwezi found he rather liked that too; for once, he didn't have to travel. For once, he could truly indulge himself in that what he wished to... and for once, there were others to share those things with him, for even if he wasn't the most comunicative of beings on the face of the earth, he had found pleasure in sharing silent moments with those he cared for.
For yes, he cared. He'd crossed that line long ago, but was only now coming to notice it, for it wasn't often the male retreated to try and puzzle himself out. So he cared. He wasn't sure on what level, but that didn't seem of concequence.
Dragging himself back to the present he frowned deeper, and voiced his mock resentment to her amusement with a clear, "Hmm..." before turning to look away, almost as if uncomfortable. If asked, however, he'd have denied it, for it was imposible to figure Lord Mwezi would ever feel uncomfortable (limps when they had been present, not withstanding).
The purr in her voice brough his gaze back towards her, this time showing mild confusion. All the expressions he showed seemed to be mild... always mild, "That is good," he said with a nod, then paused, "The later, however, is not as good; what is the cause for this restless...ness?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 8:01 am
If this was the type of life she was going to lead for the rest of forever, she was fairly sure that it wouldn't be too hard of one to get by in. She was quite happy now, doing nothing hard, being the diplomat she was raised to be. Mwezi by her side was oddly comforting - they seemed to be a pair, a lord and lady, and many simply grouped them as such. Perhaps they were, in a sense.
An amused mix of a sighish laugh fluttered from her maw as he turned away, though her ears swiveled slightly at the 'hmm' noise he bothered to give her. She still had to puzzle him out, still had to try to do it, but she was learning some of the more obvious (obvious for Mwezi) ways he showed his feelings. Well, what little feelings there seemed to be at times.
She looked away from him at his question, staring down at her paws before deciding to simply relax into a sitting position something akin to that of a sphinx. Her tail shifted behind her as she tossed the thought over and over in her mind. "I think, perhaps, it is because something was missing." Oh, vague, but this was a game they played. It was because something was missing after all. When he had gotten up, her mind had roused her, much like the night they had woken beneath the moon together.
"Hmm..." it was voiced again, this time more deeply and directed at her as he offered her a dour expression; was she laughing at him? The smallest of snorts escaped his maw, perhaps almost a snicker, yet falling just short, as if unused to making such noises, "What, may I ask, is so entertaining, Malkia?" it was amusing to note that the scaled female was right; if one spent enough time around him, he wasn't all that hard to figure out. Small movements, flashes of emotions on his face... they were all readable if one cared to spend enough time with him; as it was, only Rin and Malkia had had the 'priviledge' of spending that amount of time with him.
He was... all in all, content with his life. Granted, something had been nagging at him at the base of his skull; at the corners of those rooms in his brain he barely every seemed to visit, creeping about. He ignored it, for the most part, but had become restless due to it's tug and pull at his mind; Mwezi had never liked the feeling of restlessness, thus his need to question the female that couldn't seem to find peace, even as she sat there with him.
She squirmed slightly, and Mwezi forced himself to stay still and not mirror her moving, "Missing," he echoed the word as he turned to look at the moon; that feeling at the base of his brain crept forward, demanding attention, however, even though he ignored it, just like he ignored almost everything that did not quite please him, it made enough of a racket that he had to agree with her, "Yes," he voiced, "Perhaps something is, indeed, missing," though probably thinking along the same time lines as she was, at the same time, he wasn't.
For someone as self confident as he was, he could be rather strangely ignorant, for never once did it ocurr that it might just be he, whom had been missing.
Unlike Malkia, he'd heard no rumours; he'd heard no one coule them together. Lord and Lady, it'd never clicked his mind, mostly because he was so used to tunning everyone out less they so addressed him.
At his question, a smooth eyebrow quirked into an arch, her face calming and growing to a rather unreadable mask. She was showing as much innocence as she thought properwithout seeming obvious, though her eyes danced amusedly. "Pray tell, what could you possibly mean Mwezi?" her voice bordered on mocking, but her eyes seemed to dare him to call her on it. Oh, she could pretend she had no idea what he was talking about, but she truly did of course. She figured that telling him what made her laugh would probably only injure that pride of his. Or make him ignore her altogether - he ignored what he didn't like to hear a lot of the time.
Her mask faded slightly at his next words, turning those sparkling onyx eyes away from the pale face of her companion. She was glad he had not pried, had not try to wrestle the words out of her. More and more she was growing to see that perhaps it was Mwezi missing that made her restless. When he was missing those few days, she was worried and worn, she slept little. When he had woken that night, she had roused herself. When he woke tonight, she had a need to find him.
She turned her eyes away, and up to the moon instead, staring at its paleness. Even the moon brought her back to him, back to his face. The moon was usually such a lonely object for her, but the pale orb reminded her now so much of him. She shook her head lightly at her own thoughts, shutting her eyes against the night that look so very much like them.
Perhaps she was going crazy. No one needed Mwezi, for Mwezi seemed content only with himself. He was cocky, thought too much of himself, and was just so generally.. ugh. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes again, and none of the emotions even once surfaced on her face. Being raised in such a manner had its uses, she supposed.
"I wonder," he drawled, "What it is, I could posibly mean," he had to refrain from rolling his eyes, and only just barely kept himself from doing so with great self restrain, though after all, it was obvious it wa all in good nature, even if she WAS mocking him. After a moment, the male sniffed slightly, looking away as he sought to order his thoughtsm keeping them from the chaos they'd fallen into. And he dared call her on it; he dared, like he dared do all else he did in life. He did so magnificently, with a regal attitude and a cocky nature, "I do hope you do not find this Mwezi funny," he said, arching a brow delicately to hide within his mane, "For, might I remind you, it was you whom was at least, mildly distressed about that trial, where as I asured you it would be fine. Which it did turn out to be so," licking his maw, the male turned to gaze upon the distance, marvelling still in her presence, for it was so near and warm it was almost lulling him into a sense of comfort, even if it did not seem so. Proof of it was the fact his thoughts were already fuzzy around the edges.
Indeed, he'd not pried, however, as he looked away, looking at the distance, gazing, yet not seeing, the male thought. What could it posibly be, that made Malkia restless? And what, above all, made him think something, anything, was missing? Mwezi was usualy content not to pry, for in it was in his mind that in the end, time would tell. Or maybe Malkia herself would tell him, when she felt telling as due. Life worked that way, he figured, as he finally returned his gaze to the moon, "I was born on a full moon night," he murmured to her, suddenly, out of the blue, a need to make her comfortable itching at the corners of his mind, "That was why I was not restless over the trial; I knew, even if they did not," Amusing was the fact he'd not voiced this before, but then again, was there a reason for them to believe him? What good would it do? "My mother told me... the moon favoured me. And called me Mwezi'Mtoto due to that. Moon's child," he told her as he slid his gaze her way, a brow arching slightly.
Though he'd not been watching her, he was smart enough to notice something was bothering her; or perhaps he was tuned in on her emotions. He was not sure, however, he was able to note the mild changes about her as she thought, "What troubles you?"
She snorted lightly at him as he brought up his confidence over their waking yet again, shaking her head as she did so. She would be glad when the point came that he saw fit to stop lording that over her in such situations. It wasn't as if he did it to be cruel, or mean, but coupled with his cocky attitude it could become quite annoying. "I'm afraid we all can't be quite so confident as you are, Mwezi," she said cooly, face unchanged, She shrugged lightly, to add a little bit of a familiar air to her words. She wasn't trying to be mean, no, but she wasn't quite sure just how he was going to take this.
Her brows knitted lightly in her surprise, her dark eyes shifting to look up at him. She wasn't accustomed to him volunteering information to her. The fact, however, that he knew he had been born on a full moon's night made much more sense to her over why he was so sure of what was going to happen. She nodded slowly, a weak smile spreading over her maw, and she turned her eyes up to the moon hanging low in the sky above them. "Then that makes a lot of sense," she said softly, admitting it to him. She let her smile widen, turning her eyes back to him briefly and meeting his own, "your mother named you well."
She turned her eyes away from him, hiding them and what thoughts might dare to surface. How was she supposed to say this. She stared at the moon for a long time, considering over and overa gain how to pour her thoughts into words. Finally, with a gentle sigh, she glanced back at him. "I am confused over my own thoughts and my own feelings. They.. involve you, and I can not make heads nor tails of them." She frowned, eyebrows knitting again in that troubled manner. What was she to do?
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 1:36 pm
"Pity," he drawled, "But understandable," he lifted a paw and pressed it to his chest, "After all, not everyone can be such as I," it was said with confidence, however, just for a second... for the barest of moments, there was a twinkle in his eyes; it seemed to hint that he was, in fact, joking. Or rather, it was his attempt at a 'joke'. Which, needless to say, fell short, however, there it was, for Malkia to read within his eyes.
His eyes followed hers then, turning to face the moon that hung over them, "Indeed," he voiced at her words, softly. Mwezi'Mtoto was not used to fearing anything, however, at that moment, he thought that if... IF he were ever to fear anything, he'd fear shattering the silent truce that hung around them, like magic.
Even as she turned away, he watched her out the corner of an eye, blinking slowly, as if the motion would somehow or other shed light over what she thought, and what she felt. As if perhaps, that way, he would be better able to read her. When she turned to him, he turned to glance down at her in turn, however, as she spoke, he felt himself suddenly stunned; it was not often that Mwezi was shocked, and Malkia probably boasted being the being that most confused and shocked him. His brows shot up simultaniously to hide under his bangs, his eyes widening a tad, "Myself?" for a moment, the shock was quite evident upon his features, a rare treat no doubt, however, after a moment had fled by, he coughed slightly and managed to school his features back into the languid-expression he usualy wore, "Do elaborate, please."
With her ever quick wit, she caught the small and brief twinkle in his eyes. She had to admit that it was something she had certainly never seen before from him, and as such, she didn't judge him too badly for the very weak attempt. At least it was something, at least he was trying to show her something. Well, she wasn't sure it was entirely for her, but she liked to think that and decided that she would. "No, we can not," she said lightly, her mouth curled into a weak but amused smile.
She was a bit surprised to see all the emotion cross his face so suddenly. She wasn't sure she had expected him to look so stunned. Confused, perhaps, but not quite so stunned. She wasn't sure if she should feel better or worse for seeing it - what could it possibly mean truly?
She sighed at his request, looking away, trying to rack her brain in any possible manner she could. He didn't make it exactly easy to talk to him, with the way he was an all. She shifted, her tail flickering behind her, mind chasing it's own tail. She frowned, glancing up at him, with a tilted head. "Do you ever wonder why we didn't part, Mwezi?" she asked softly, face calm despire her beating heart and tossingmind. "We stayed together despite all original intentions, and here we are raising a cub in a pride when I wouldn't have seen this life for myself at all." She glanced back up to the moon, staring into the pitted sphere, "I don't think I could leave you now, and I'm not sure why that is. I can guess, surely enough, but are my thoughts even welcome?"
"Indeed not," he nodded, rather pleased she'd noticed the jest, and the small ghost of a smile haunted at the corners of his maw for a moment before he readjusted his attention towards to moon. Shifting his body he lay down, hidding his front paws under the bulk of his mane, chest and the fluff that hung over his shoulders, drapping around his form.
It was easier to concentrate on the moon than on the female that sat beside him, however, after a moment, he was almost drawn to her, forced to readjust so he watch her, no longer out the corner of an eye, but rather, fully looking down at her. As she seemed to take of a moment to recollect her thoughts, Mwezi watched her, trying to evaluate the situation.
Him?
Truly, he was used to thinking about highly about himself, however, the prospect of being the object of Malkia's thoughts was... not alarming, and obviously not displeasing, however, he was vaguely aware it was something. The fact he couldn't quite put a paw on what that something WAS, was rather strange for someone so used to being on top of the situation.
Her voice floated around him like a ghost, and he blinked, dragging his attention back to the here and now. He tilted his head to one sidem blinking slightly; tell truth, no, he never really paused to wonder such things. They were... vexing, puzzling puzzles he found unable to figure out, so he'd shoved them lightly with a paw to the backside of his mind, "Hmm.." he concidered her words though and seemed to reach out within his mind, finaly taking the puzzles into the spotlight, turning them this way and that in his mind's eye, "I had arrived to the conclusion that... we find eachother pleasing, and thus, did not feel the need to part ways," after all, he thought to himself, he was used to doing as he pleased.
He shifted again, turning to frown up at the moon; he'd found himself with similar thoughts, tell truth. The idea of her leaving... or becoming someone else's was... quite unnerving, and thus he avoided thinking about it, but now pressed with the situation, he flicked an ear, "I do not like to think of you leaving... or you becoming someone else's," a pause, as he looked uncomfortable; he was not used to self-reflexion, "It is an unwelcome thought... unnerving, so I rarely think about it," since he was talking though, it was obvious that her mention of the thoughts was welcome. Mwezi was, after all, used to ignoring that what he wished not to talk about.
She let her eyes flicker towards him as he settled in a more comfortable manner near her side. It was certainly more welcome by her to have him laying now instead of sitting - that meant she didn't have to crane her neck up quite so far to look at him. Now that she realized the size difference, how much larger he was, she found herself feeling inclined to be close to him. His size was comforting in a way, a sort of protection she had never really thought about. She was sure she would have dependedon him to protect her, but it was only now that she was stopping to truly consider him in that manner.
She forced her eyes away, finding her mind even more muddled now that she had let herself delve into such silly thoughts. She was trying to puzzle her way out of a problem and here she was letting herself get as heady as an adolescent over a male. She took a deep breath to clear his scent from her nose, his face from her mind, and forced herself to recall what he had been saying before.
"I suppose that is a good way to explain why we never seperated," she said softly, her tail flickering across the grass of the hill behind her, much akin to a snake with its markings. She watched her paws, tracing the patterns of her own legs with an eye. She had found something in him that she had wanted to remain with, apparently, though she couldn't now speak for what she had wanted in the not-so-distant past. Her mind seemed to be a puzzle to her even now.
Her eyes widened just barely, though relaxed as she swung them up to meet his eyes. She hadn't been expecting those words from him. She hadn't known what to expect at all really, but certainly not that. After a few moments, she found her words, forced them out of her maw in as calm a manner as she could muster, "I would not want you to become someone else's either, Mwezi." Due to her astonishment, it was soft, little more than a whisper. Oh, but he truly was the only one that could fluster her so. "I don't know what that makes us, though. Before I only assumed companions, but now.." she trailed off, watching his eyes, her own muddled confusion lurking in her own.
He'd always been large; he was aware of that. But it was only now, laying down beside her petite form that Mwezi was starting to realise just how large he truly was; he dwarfed her, however, he found he actualy liked that fact. Not because he overpowered her, but because her size made her all the more attractive, and meek looking, hidding the fire he'd come to learn raged within her veins. He'd been on the recieving end of her sharp tongue, and he wouldn't have had it any other way.
Finding himself once again having reached cloud nine, lost in his own thoughts, Mwezi blinked to dispell the spell that had been casted, his attention returning to her petite form, "Indeed," he told her; he'd been forced to ponder the situation back when he'd been confronted by the strange cheetah, "Someone..." he paused, almost as if to review his own thoughts, his words, "Told me once, that we looked like a familly," he told her, watching for a reaction, "That someone told me, that he wanted to become strong, and known by all for whom he was, and asked me if I did not wish this of myself... of Rin," it was rare for him to talk so much, yet he felt the need to address these thoughts for fear they'd tear a hole within him, "Of yourself; I told him I did not. Wishing for inmortality within others' minds is futile. It is what you are that is important. And how you are remembered by those that are your own; A king without a kingdom is still a king, and a God that roams earth, is still a God, regardless of all."
He watched her reaction languidly, his head tilted to one side as she swung her head to meet his gaze. One delicate brow arched, as if to challenge her; dare her to tell him that what he said was of no consequence, that they did not matter. Her words came, though and they forced his eyes closed, almost as if he dared not look down at her... dared not show her the possesive pang that rang through him; the growl that rumbled his form though, was audiable enough.
And then, he turned his head, his maw grabbing the fluff that was hanging listless to his other side. In one fluid movement, he tossed it so that it was no longer one covering his form, but Malkia's smaller one too, "It is cold," he told her as he looked up at the moon, then he retreated into silence, pondering her earlier words. After a soft sigh, he closed his eyes, "It does not matter what that makes us... so long we are pleased with the outcome; I am pleased," he turned his head down at her, "Are you?" there was no rush.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 3:06 pm
She did not challenge his words, not in the slightest. She listened, considered, and nodded slowly once he was finished. "Very true and wise words," she said softly, feeling as if those voiced thoughts required very little reply. Likewise, they were also pulling at her thoughts. She had dreamed something so very similar of him once. Of gods and kings, and of him. She had never been able to make much sense of it, but now it was like living a moment of deja vuu. "I do think we are a family, though. Unlikely, but a family none-the-less," a family was nice to have, she was coming to realize.
Her eyebrows rose in surprise as he tossed the fluff over her form. She shifted closer to him so that the fluff wasn't stretched out over an open space between them and shifted her head to lay it softly against his shoulder. True, the night was a bit cold, but his warmth more than made up for anything. She let her eyes shut slowly, listening to him once more.
"I am pleased, yes, and content with letting things be as they are. I.. don't need to know what it makes us, not now," her words were soft, for she had finally let her mind fall to her fancies. If he would let her entertain them, if he would not say anything against them, then what harm were they to her after all?
Mwezi found he liked that thought; at the time, the idea of being part of a family was strange, to the point it was vaguely distressing. Now, however, the large, white pelted male decided he liked the sound of being part of a family. It sounded... pleasing; almost comforting. Not that he needed the comfort, but alas, it was, regardless, welcome, for one could enjoy even what one did not need.
Content with his train of thought, he turned to regard the smaller form now closer to his own, "It does not matter it is unconventional..." he drawled lightly, "So long it pleases us, that is all what matters," he paused, his eyes narrowing a notch as if in thought, "For now anyhow," he added as an after thought, softer than his previous words.
Her form was not snuggled against his own, and again the soft rumble of a growl bubbled up his chest; the pang of... something rung through him, and slowly, as she talked, he allowed his neck to wrap languidly over her form, allowing her to lean against his shoulder and mane. It was almost as if he were trying to shield her from the whole world in that small, silent moment, "Not now," he echoed her and closed his eyes, content with himself and the world around him. He knew that though Rin was not there with them, she'd soon find her way to their warmth as soon as she woke up. The pridal lands offered them protection, and no longer did he feel the need to loomover both females, though right at that moment, he indulged himself in shielding Malkia from the world.
"There is no rush," he murmured, for after all, he was still not used to self reflection and it had left him weary. Happy, pleased... but weary.
"So long as we are pleased," she agreed, reflecting upon the small and unusual family she had become a part of. She would have never guessed, not in a million years, that she could have let herself be wrapped in this beautiful dream. She had some form of a partner in Mwezi, as proud and unusual as he was, and a cub to take care of as she saw fit. They were unconventional, but that was part of their appeal, she thought.
As he draped his neck across her form, she shifted to lean herself more comfortably against him. It was strange and welcome all at once, so different for her but something she found she had been aching for. Here, lying like this with him, she felt the world could have gone on without them and she'd not have ever minded. She felt safe, protected from whatever was out in the world, from any harm that could ever come to her. She didn't need his protection, but to have it made her feel so relaxed, so happy.
"None," she whispered softly, her mind beginning to relax into sleep. It was a gentle moment, one she wished not to tear with a loud word, so she instead let herself revel in it. Whatever it was they had agreed upon this night was enough for her, now, tomorrow, forever. It was what she wanted, even when she couldn't put a name to what it was.
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