-- AIM Rp between Mundoo and Nerida ((DFA & Felyn))
Despite the fact life basicly seemed to demand monotony in the Kizingo'zaa, Mundoo was finding he was having his unspoken wishes very much answered; it was peaceful, true, but so many things were happening, one after another, and though the did not break the peace of the pride, they were rattling him to the soul.
The conversation he'd had with Aviva some nights before, plus the small pink cub that had decided to make a habbit out of following him just to piss him off, were all new, and in a way, soul shatering. It was a lot to take in, and though the male was happy with the results, he was suffering from stress; he figured it was .... post-traumatic stress. Something like that. That's what the cub had snidely said earlier that day (which also made Mundoo wonder; how the HELL did cubs end up knowing words like 'post-traumatic'? Was that even in a kid's vocabulary?).
Padding the beach in solitude for a while, was a perfect way to rid himself of what small shreds of the so called 'post-traumatic' stress that may remain. Or so he thought.
Nerida, as she had come to be called now, was finding that she too was under strees - although unlike Mundoo, she had no real explanation for it, or at least not one she was ready to admit to herself. She and Maua had yet to find Panu, and who knew where that boy had actually gotten to by now. The longer they went without finding him, the more stressed out she began to feel. Although she was sure it was utter coincidence - it couldn't be anything else, that would just be silly.
Her eyes remained concentrated upon the ocean before her, and the slightly darkened and slicked fur of her legs was enough to show that she had been into the water at some point recently. It was truly the only thing that calmed her, at least when it wasn't reminding her of the one thing she couldn't find. For the moment, her only thoughts were really that she hoped the ocean wasn't mad that she'd lost its present to her - she didn't know he'd run off!
A soft sigh fluttered out of her maw, her mane tuft flopping, before she realized that someone was coming down the shore. She looked up, settled here eyes upon him, and then let a smirk spread wide across her dark maw. They were nearly opposites by color, she and Mundoo, but their moodiness was often quite similar - only real difference was that hers flipped on a switch. 'Course, she didn't realize the last part.
Indeed; Mundoo instantly came to recognise the darkened figure down the shore. He'd found the often matched eachother's moods, but then again, he was sure it was mere coincidence; his mood was almost always like this, while her.... well, it seemed to rotate like the circle of bloody life. As it was, they'd never gotten along bad. Something at the back of his mind whispered that it might be because their muses were compatible; the moon controlled the tide after all.
Another part of his mind simply told him that both were bitchy, moody and PMS-y, good for him!
Mundoo refrained from bashing his head against a random rock at the notion and instead approached the girl, "No luck finding him I'd wager. Otherwise you wouldn't be out here. Alone anyhow."
She let her smirkish smile fade, drooping slightly at one corner, and shifted her pale eyes away from his equally pale ones to instead gaze out at the ocean before her. "No, no luck at all," she said finally, her tail twitching, thinking moodily over the fact that Panu was hiding from her. Her, of all people! He'd be lucky if the ocean didn't bury him beneath the waves for eternity! She huffed lightly at the thought, but immediately shrugged afterwards.
"I can't help that he's decided to go off and act like a giant baby. After what he did to Maua, he'll be lucky if the ocean ever lets him in her waters again." She sniffed lightly, though her facial expressions were quite reminiscent of a pout. Why was he hiding?
"I hear you had quite the time with the ocean recently," she commented, the smirk on her face returning, though she didn't bother to look at him so he could see it.
A snort from the male as he sat himself down beside her, watching the ocean; had anyone asked Mundoo (which the hadn't, and for good reason too!), Panu needed a smack over his head. Perhaps Nerida needed one too, really, but then again, whom was he to say s**t? After all, though rather perceptive about others, he'd proven himself to be pathetical blind when it came to his own personal affairs. So thus, he kept his natural sarcasm to a minimum and instead watched over the waves; it wasn't the girl's fault the boy was rash.
"Eh," he said as he wrinkled his nose, "Boys will be boys," almost as if that mere phrase were enough to explain it all; it did, in his mind, for though Maua was.... odd, Panu was a male, without a doubt, "Forgive and forget," a pause, "If the dumb b*****d ever manages to find his way back anyhow," because really, he refused to think that Panu had left and had no intention of coming back; he was probably lost as all bloody ******** hell. The prince had been pampered for so long that he'd probably lost his way and had no idea how to come back, "There's no one I know that'd pick a rogue's life over this," a pause, "Except one. And I ain't even going there," Nyoni was still a delicate topic.
Another snort, this one harsher, "That BLOODY kid! Almost got us drowned!" he told her, "This pink, yellow, blinding kid! Snarky, and full of snyde, dark humorous comments!" he made a face as he talked.
