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 Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 11:58 am
 Fastklump still didn't know that the name Voldemaras had given him meant "immovable lump." No one else in the pride had ratted the old reaver out and Fastklump didn't speak the older Stormborn language. He'd never had time to learn. He was going to be a reaver, and that meant he didn't have time to learn whole other languages.
He was currently on what he suspected would turn out to be a wild goose chase. Voldemaras had told him that he'd left something small and light colored at the border of the pride, but he didn't feel like fetching it since it wasn't important. But he'd really appreciate it if Fastklump got it for him. Fast knew he was being taken advantage of, and he really hoped that he wasn't going to be the butt of some awful joke, but he went along with the older reaver.
He was prowling around the border in the general area Voldemaras had indicated, grumbling about senile old reavers when a butter-colored lump caught his attention. A furry butter-colored lump. Oh, dear gods. Was that a...
"Hey. Whose are you?" he called to the cub.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 12:14 pm
She had been dreaming of the grass.
It wasn't the type of dreams most cubs would have, but without many memories to recall, grass was the one thing her mind chose to focus on. She was touching it with her paw, and purring at how it tickled her feet.
Someone cast a shadow over her, and as she turned to see who it was...
A voice.
Her bright pink eyes opened slowly, tail swishing lightly with displeasure as she was brought back to reality.
Where it was cold, and she shivered instantly.
Her gaze drifted slowly in the direction the voice had traveled from, and she blinked at the blurred image of a darker lion marked in blues, not that she knew the color to name it.
"Who...?" She chirped, mimicking the voice in an attempt to understand it. Language had not yet graced her tongue before, but she wanted to know it, to speak as the lion did. Furry paws, heavy with sleep, attempted to lift her body off the ground, aching from sitting still for so long.
She gave a glance around, becoming more alert with the passing moments, and she wanted to cry. Where was the big warmth? Princess_Feylin Of course, I reply right away. >D My poor little Thyri... ;3;
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 1:48 pm
Huh. That wasn't a cub after all. That was just some dead grass. But...that was a cub. Much better at blending in that that light buttery color would have been.
"Sorry. I didn't see you there. I saw...something else that I thought was a cub, but wasn't, but apparently you're actually here and a cub so I'm not actually wrong, just a little mistaken." He was babbling. It was a family trait, that.
Fast peered more closely at the small cub with bits of pink and dark ears. He didn't recognize her, but that didn't mean she didn't belong to someone in the pride. It wasn't as though people typically abandoned small cubs on their own on the border of warlike prides. That would be the worst example of mothering ever.
"I'm Fastklump. Fast, if you like. So, who's your mum? Or your dad? Do you know where they are?"
Was this, perhaps, one of the cubs Taraxa and Bilijo had? It was horrifying to think of those two lions having sex, but they could easily have produced a cub these colors. And anyone could guess they'd be irresponsible parents, so probably this was one of their cubs.
"I can take you home if you want."
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 2:39 pm
Fast would've had better conversation from the dead grass, seeing as how the minute he'd started speaking, Thyri had discovered her tail. A quick twirl later, and she had settled down in time to catch the word 'home', and she was held at attention again. Kind of.
She squirmed her way towards the much larger lion, nearly toppling over a few times but never giving up in her effort until she managed to flop at his feet.
She glanced up at his face, staring with all that she was worth for a few seconds to the point of creepy. "Home." She purred, pawing at the male's leg to stress her point with a demanding pout and not knowing the common decency to sheath her little sharp nails when doing so.
She didn't know how to stress the point that she was cold, other than a shiver here and there and an attempt to cuddle against Fast's leg. He was warm and she was stubborn, it would work for a few moments.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 11:32 am
Fast frowned at the cub as he realized that nothing was getting through to her. Was he talking too fast? Were his words too big? He didn't know much about cubs. Maybe she was just too young to understand speech at all. His nose twitched as he tried to work things out.
"What're you looking at?" he muttered. "You'd think you've never seen a face before."
He winced when the claws came out and began to dig into his leg. Being perforated by cub claws was exponentially more painful than being lacerated by the claws of other warriors in a fight. They were so tiny and sharp and horrifyingly painful.
"I'll take you home," he said, supposing she must belong to Taraxa and Bilijo, the poor thing. He hoped she would grow up to be more attractive than her parents were. "Why are you shivering?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 6:37 am
Try as she did, nothing that came from the lions' mouth would make any sense, and she chose to just curl against his leg. This weather was strange to her as she must be to him, and her only way of besting it was the older male.
She had noticed the slight change of his features at her pawing, and it only made sense for her to stop. Hurting someone was a recognizable thing, though she couldn't say why, and the slight change of his face was enough to tell her he was being pained.
"Home." She repeated, her tone slightly more urgent. Maybe if she sounded important, it would come across correctly, whatever it was she was saying.
Had she known where he was intending to send her, however, she might have known fear.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 8:37 am
This was getting nowhere fast. Fast decided there wasn't much point in trying to talk to her. She was to young to talk. Or maybe her parents were just too dumb to talk around her, so she didn't know what words were. He wouldn't have been surprised by that. His dad had told him the story of how he and Cousin Asper had gotten into the pride by beating Taraxa and it had been hard for Fast to have much respect for the reaver ever since.
"Home," he agreed, bending down to catch the nape of her neck in his teeth and pick her up.
He wasn't really used to carrying small cubs, but he guessed it couldn't be that difficult. Except it totally was. How did people do this? He was going to be such a horrible dad. Assuming he could ever find somebody who wanted to marry him and have cubs with him. Not really a good time to be worrying about this at the moment.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 1:01 am
Thyri didn't put up a struggle at being picked up, though she was certainly just as uncomfortable with the situation as Fast was. Upon lift, she quickly curled her tail against her stomach and pulled in her limbs to avoid smacking any rough surfaces they may encounter, only to start batting her tailtuft with a paw; her one-track mind.
And, in some small gesture of goodwill, Thyri let out a light purring that shook her whole body, pleased that she wasn't going to be stuck alone somewhere and the older male was actually taking her away from the rocky ground.
She only hoped that wherever they were pointed, it was warm.
She liked warmth.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 4:47 am
Carrying cubs was awkward, Fast quickly decided. Very, very awkward. And they were heavier than they looked. Not that he was likely to suffer neck strain or anything, but he was glad that he wouldn't have to bear this cub all day. Just until he got to Taraxa's den. Or near to Taraxa's den. He didn't really want to get too close, just in case he encountered Taraxa's mate. That lioness was a nightmare.
And then inspiration struck as Fast remembered that he kind of-sort of knew some of Taraxa's less unappealing relatives, and perhaps one of them might be persuaded to look after the cub and take her home, thereby sparing him the potential interaction with the detestable Bilijo. He was pretty sure Kivi was the name of the lioness he was thinking of. She was a bit older than he was and the daughter of those two strange lionesses who lived together as mates. He was pretty sure she had a hyena for a brother, too. Weird family.
Of course, he had no way of communicating any of this thought process to the cub purring in his mouth, but he wasn't certain she would understand what he told her anyway. She didn't seem to have a very firm grasp of language. Well, she was young. He couldn't remember how young he'd been when words really started making sense to him. He tried to purr some sort of reassurance to her that they were almost there. In fact, he could see the family's den now.Quote: Geez, I'm sorry. I've got mono and it's been sapping my energy and RP drive like nobody's business. Thank you for putting up with me. Do you know where you want Thyri to end up? I could have Kivi take her as a thrall or adopt her or something if you like. 
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 8:37 pm
A cub, no matter what age they may be, can only take being carried for so long. Thyri was tempted to squirm from the male's grasp, and would've been on the ground if he hadn't offered a purr and caught her entirely off guard.
She would've stared had she the angle to do so, the sheer glee notable in her giggle at the fact that she wasn't the only one who could make that comforting rumble in her throat. And her response, of course, was to purr right back, the whole ordeal distracting enough to keep her mind on the slight discomfort of being carried and not using her own four feet.Princess_Feylin I've actually gotten a good plot idea, so she'll be going with Freyja. Also, this cubs' trauma isn't over yet. Sadly. XD
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 6:36 am
Fast's jaw was beginning to ache and as cute as the purring cub was - if cute cubs were your thing - he had a reputation to uphold as a reaver, and that meant that he couldn't be seen to be fawning over a little lost cub. Returning the cub to her family, fine, but sitting there purring at her? Irreparable damage to his reputation. Besides, it didn't do to coddle cubs. He'd been coddled before coming to the Stormborn and it had made his life immeasurably difficult ever since.
He set the cub down, working his sore jaw for a few seconds before he told her, "Well, this is about as far as I can take you, little one. Your home's that way, so get going."
He gave her a nudge with one paw to get her moving in the right direction, and then stepped back so that she wouldn't get the mistaken impression that they would be walking there together. Because that wasn't going to happen. He was not going to risk running into sloppy Taraxa or his harridan of a mate. It meant he wouldn't be thanked for returning the cub, but he could live with that. One didn't become a famous reaver by rescuing cubs.
He backed up another few paces.ChezaRain Okay. Life of suffering it is. Gintare's cubs so rarely get to be happy. XD
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 5:14 pm
Thyri froze the minute her paws hit dirt again, looking back over her shoulder at Fast with curiosity burning in her gaze.
Then she was shoved lightly in one specific direction, and she took that very clearly, her awkward paws stumbling in the direction she was meant to go.
IT wouldn't be until she'd made good distance that she would look back and see he wasn't following, her ears flicking back lightly. He wasn't following.
A slight crinkle of her nose and she continued forward, a stubborn flick in her tail an attempt at seeming angry with the older male and ignoring him on purpose, though she would whine later about it for sure.Princess_Feylin Perhaps it will be worth it in the end. We shall see. :>
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 6:40 am
As soon as the cub began walking away, Fast departed. A lion watching might have called the manner of his departure a retreat, but such a lion would have earned himself a slash across the nose for doing so. Fast wasn't running away from a little cub. He was just making sure she didn't think she had the option of coming with him. Because that was absolutely not an option.
Later on, when he felt pangs of guilt and an urge to go back and check on her, he reminded himself firmly of the stubborn flick of her tail and the fact that she'd started off in the direction of her family. She was surely home by now with her own flesh and blood, and Fast had no desire to run into those lions. Even though they had managed, miraculously, to produce a cub as cute as she was. Well. She was cute now. She might turn out to be more like her parents when she grew up.
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