Ah…this was what could be classed as a good day. Now, Matata wasn't normally one for the daytime, being a proper demon-bird and Na'artu. But sometimes...it was nice to feel the heat of the sun saturate one's feathers. It had a relaxing quality to it, and had Matata napping on a nice rock, just inside the Aikanaro'hini borders. Predators from outside the pride didn't bother him, and everyone IN the pride that might be awake knew to leave him alone unless they needed him to run some errand to Hakuna or one of her brood. Life in the pride was definitely better than before the magpie had found Hakuna. He had guaranteed food, a safe place to call 'home', a place to stash shinies, and a lioness who could easily protect him from falcons and hawks and other predators. Now...if only he could get his bloody daughter to stop being so damned zealous about her own Mistress!
His mixed-color tail was flicking back and forth behind him, as he trotted through the lands. Now, M'tirrah had not been in the Aikanaro long, only since the Adolescent son of Tiis and Amashen had found him. He adored Nasira though, and helped the kid when his family picked on him. It was a mutual thing, The Genet was at peace...until he spotted the magpie. Staring at the bird, his tail twitched, eagerly, a tiny grin on his face, "Time for a game of pounce the birdie~"
Matata continued snoozing, though he'd heard the rustle of grass and the low voice. You didn't hang around with the best Tirma'eth ever to grace the Aikanaro and not pick up some skills. But he ignored it. If whatever it was decided to try eating him, they'd get a big surprise. Matata was not your average magpie. He was VICIOUS and a scrapper. That thought caused him to twitter in his dozing, amused.
Hearing the twitter, M'tirrah wondered if the bird had heard him. Slinking forwards, the Genet waited a moment, and then barreled towards the other. "Pounce the birdie!" He didn't want to EAT Matata. EW. No. It was just a game, really.
Wait for it....wait for it...NOW! Just as the genet was almost on him, Matata stuck a foot out, and followed it to side step the feline. He chortled, enjoying the knowledge that the other was either going to get a face full of dirt, or a face full of rock. A nice bird, the magpie was not. "Should learn not to mess with me, newbie." Had to be a newbie. Matata didn't recognize the genet at all. And if he was an intruder...well. Matata dealt with intruders just as harshly as Hakuna'jina used to.
The serval rolled, and then sat back up to stare at the other, "Hey! That wasn't nice. It was just a game, birdie!" He huffed, "M'tirrah-kalu doesn't like being made a fool of!" The feline was younger, and a bit petulant at times, getting huffy when things DIDN'T go the way he wanted....well....Nasira was trying to teach him out of that…
Matata chortled. "Well, for all I knew, you were trying to eat me, kitty-cat. And my Mistress would certainly take offense to that. Or if anything on me was broken because of your 'play'." He looked the other over. "M'tirrah-kalu's your name? When did you arrive in this pride?" Perhaps it was during his expedition to get those sataranji pieces…
His tail flicked, "Pretty recently. 'tirrah came into the Pride's lands, and found the little Pink one. He looked like he needed help, the Nasira did. So M'tirrah's sticking around." The genet purred, grinning like an idiot.
Nasira? OH. Yup, Matata knew exactly who the feline was talking about. "Most of Morifaer's are too picky about coat colors. A pink one like him...he woulda been perfect for something like...infiltrating the demon hunters. Or another pride. Less suspicion." He chortled. "I am Matata, personal Na'artu to Sinta'hare Hakuna'jina. If you're going to try pouncing me again in the future, I'll keep dodging, and I suggest not doing it around her. She'd take offense, since I'm so useful to her."
He nodded slowly, "See, Pink one needs help, so M'tirrah became a friend." He nodded. Since they were both, in technicality, of the Na'artu rank, he guessed he wasn't a slave to Nasira. That would be weird, anyways. "Matata. No fun, are ya, birdie?"
The magpie nodded. He could understand where the serval's thoughts were. He was good at following others thoughts. Except in sataranji. "I can be...fun. Sometimes. You just have to find me in the right mood."
The serval nodded, ".....Will play with M'tirrah at some point? Needs friends in the Pride." He said, sagely, purring again. It wouldn't be long before he headed back for Nasira. Who knew what the Pink one would do without him?
Matata eyed the serval, thinking. Then chittered. "Perhaps. If not...I might be able to provide you with a playmate or two." He needed to go retrieve some eggs from a certain lady-bird he'd had a certain brand of 'fun' with…
(3:53:32 PM) The serval nodded eagerly, tail flicking back and forth. "Brilliant! M'tirrah looks forwards to it~" He stretched slightly. "M'tirrah is worried, though. With Pink One's mistress, training is rough, and MUST be there to make him feel better." He nodded seriously.
Matata nodded, then used a wing to make a shooing motion. "Then get back. No sense in him going off the deep end because you're not there. Don't need any more members of the pride, Na'artu or not, loosing their sanity."
Nodding, he surged forwards and licked him, before running off with a silly laugh. The childish Serval was really a good match for Nasira, since he kept things light hearted.
