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 Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 11:07 am
It was early morning. Letobe walked out of his den and gave the glorious sun a nod, a hello, a thank you for being out today. Even with the sun out, snow flakes flew into his face due to the wind and the loose powder that constantly blanketed this land. It was home. He smiled and stretched his shoulders and back.
He had just returned from a successful hunt the evening before and had a very uplifting conversation with Queen Elsa. His sleep last night was deep, but full of strange dreams. He dreamed of a blue figure in the sky flying over the island, snow falling from it's wings; no others from the pride were anywhere to be found and the snow reached the tops of the smaller trees. That's part of the reason why he thanked the sun this morning. He saw no blue lions flying in the sky.
He shook these thoughts from his mind and looked around. Ahead, even if it was early, there were already others awake. Chatting happily around a central area of the island. Since he just returned from a hunt, he had several days to himself, to recuperate if needed and relax. He walked toward the gathered felines with a light heart and a smile on his face.
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Posted: Sat May 17, 2014 1:45 am
Omba was generally unpleasant to strangers and newbies to his home. He was less insufferable when it came to others who had been around for a little while, though he felt he was one of the oldest survivors of the old pride, from before Elsa took over and the curse fell over the lands.
He fully believed that snow pelts, and Queen Elsa specifically, were to blame for this whole mess. They were cursed, and they flaunted it around like they were equal members of this hard working pride, though they were the reason innocent lions had to suffer.
Omba was not a fan.
The older lion started his day slowly, his muscles groaning in protest as he stretched his body out after sleep and moved to leave his den. He padded along, heading to get some of the food from storage for his breakfast. The grumpy male did not mind relying on others for food when he could: he was capable of hunting and fishing, but he chose to take it easy whenever he could. At his age, he did not want to strain himself doing something stupid.
Grumbling about how many lions were already out and about, Omba was not paying attention to where he was going, and ended up bumping into Letobe without noticing he was even in the path. It made Omba growl, and his instincts immediately flared up to blame the collision on the other party.
"Watch where you're going!"
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Posted: Sun May 18, 2014 2:53 pm
Letobe was jolted awake, if he wasn't enough already, by the older lion's unhappy snarl and words. He knew Omba was not the most pleasant of lions to be around, which is why he often avoided him. He also knew how Omba felt about what had happened to the pride and the "nature" of certain colors in these parts. Certain members' disbelief in the queen was the only thing that made Letobe dislike other felines.
He gave Omba a cold glance, "Oh, was I in the way? I was walking and must not have noticed you." There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, he wasn't entirely happy someone just bumped into him. "I just got back from a hunt yesterday evening, must still be a little tired. Maybe we should both be more careful." He sat and stretched his leg, essentially putting on a show, making sure it wasn't hurt.
Letobe didn't know how long Omba had been part of the pride, longer than he had been is for certain. A lot of "old blood" had banded together since the winter, saying anyone with pelts that were light in color or blue were cursed and the downfall of this pride. Letobe was a grey lion, neither particularly dark or light but right in the middle, with some white markings. He was curious how Omba felt about him, but would never ask outright.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 3:51 pm
"I was watching where I was going," Omba grunted indignantly, not willing to admit he had been in the wrong for anything there. He shook his head, flicking his tail behind him as he did so, looking impatient and ready for a fight. And he was, in his way.
He was older, sure, but he was still a soldier, and he would defend himself and his beliefs as best he could. He would defend the pride, the true members of it, if he needed to, and fight off those that were cursed should they prove themselves traitors or enemies.
He worked for no queen, not really. He only tolerated her for the title alone. He was his own lion, and he still followed the rule of the King and Queen that had died not too long ago.
This Letobe, Omba knew of. A sturdy lion and a productive member of the pride. Not cursed, not as far as Omba could see, but probably a little too soft for anyone's good.
"Maybe you should go rest if you're that tired."
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 8:05 pm
"Then it must have been my mistake that I bumped into you, sleepiness and all. Maybe some rest is well desreved." Letobe wasn't looking to fight with the old grouch, especially since Letobe had a pretty obvious upper hand. He was a hunter, but he wasn't a very combative or confrontational lion. He was feeling a little punchy today, though, just enough to ruffle some feathers, or in this case ruffle a mane.
He gave a great big fake yawn, "Aaahhhhhh, definitely the hunt. It's a lot of work supplying food for everyone here... Oh, and I had a nice conversation with Elsa once I returned, too. So that kept me from returning home as early as I could have." He looked toward the sky, from someone else's view he looked like he was trying to remember the events of the past days, while he was really thinking about how else he could press Omba's buttons without being too obvious.
"Did you see it snowed last night?" He was satisfied with his choice of conversation.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 12:28 am
Omba glared at the other lion, but relented a little in his stubborn grumpiness. This was not one of his enemies, so he had no business being rude to him, just for the sake of it. Sometimes even Omba had a hard time shaking himself out of his bad moods, and he liked to take them out on everyone around him. Though, generally, he preferred to keep his hassling to snow pelts, who tended to deserve it.
His attempt to be civil, though, was cut short at the mention of Elsa. He snorted, shaking out his mane again. it was a habit he did out of irritation.
He knew better than to saying anything about the Queen, though. If she heard wind of him saying something traitorous, she could throw him out. Not that she had ever banished anyone from the lands before, but who knew? Maybe she was just waiting for the right example, to pretend like she really was a ruler, or to give more power to the snow pelts. He was not going to help her in those goals.
"It snows every night," he said with a growl. "This place is miserable now, with all this snow. On the ground and in the lions. I hate the snow."
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 8:49 am
Letobe could see something in Omba snap, and he definitely wasn't just snapping out of his sleepiness. He had hit a nerve and Omba was not too happy; at just the mention of the queen, Omba had made it very clear how he felt about her without using any words.
Letobe would have left it at that, sufficiently working Omba up for the day so he would be a little grumpier than usual, but what Omba said, that this place was miserable, almost made him cringe and definitely made him furious. This entitled goat of a lion!
Letobe's anger bubbled inside for a moment, trying to find the right words. "Miserable? ... Miserable?!" He slammed his paw against the ground. "If a full belly, little work and freedom are miserable to you, then maybe you should reconsider your definition!" His voice was loud and echoing, every syllable sharp and enunciated. "I'm sorry a little snow ruins your existence, but you don't have to bring everyone down with you because you don't like it here. We all lost loved ones in the winter but that doesn't mean things won't get easier. I consider every creature here my family and I work tirelessly sometimes to help provide for them, leaving for days, even a week or more, to be sure we return with enough food. And that food is going to someone as ungrateful as you?" If you were standing close enough, you could probably see the steam rising from Letobe's ears, the generally stoic and calm lion did not take well to others calling his home and his family "miserable". "You're the miserable one, Omba!" The words overflowed so quickly, like trying to pour a river into a bucket.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 6:43 pm
Omba growled and watched the other lion. He did not like his loyalty questioned, though that was a bit of a silly thing to ask since he made his loyalty seem questionable any time he talked about the Queen. Still, this pride was his home, and he had fought for it in the past. He would do it again, no matter what that meant.
If he had to fight the Queen, and any of the other snow pelts, to keep it what it was meant to be, then he would.
"You can think that, Letobe, but I don't care one wrinkled rat what you think of me, or this pride! You have no idea what this place was, what I fought for. You sympathize with the cursed creatures and that makes you weak, and makes the pride weaker. What ever you think you're doing, it's wrong: you're contributing to the biggest problem this pride faces, because you refuse to see it."
He snorted and shook his head again, turning away. He did not want to start this argument, knowing Letobe liked to chat with the Queen, by his own admission, and that meant he'd likely relay this whole scene to her. And Omba did not want to have to deal with her trying to order him around.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 9:03 pm
"Cursed creatures? These creatures were here long before the queen or the snow. Now because of this, they're all evil? They're all a problem? Were they ever a problem before, Omba? When you saw a white lion walking about, years ago, did you spit in its path? You can believe what you want, but I'm not the problem. I'm not the one trying to break the pride apart; I will always hunt and provide food for everyone present, whether they like the queen or not, whether they like the "cursed" ones or not, or whether they sport a light pelt or not." He stood firmly, paws pressed into the snow, anger subconsciously pushing his claws out a little, but he would not use them, it was just nerves. He knew what so many believed about colors around here, and he couldn't bring himself to understand it. How could one's color affect who they are and change what the weather is?
After a few tense moments, he finally calmed down some. He sighed, "Do you realize why it makes me so angry? To hear you say those things? I treat everyone here as my family, whether I like them or not. I will always try my best to strengthen the pride and feed everyone. But to hear you say that, is the opposite of my goal! How is accepting everyone and doing MY personal best tearing the pride apart? It isn't. Our numbers are growing, slowly, and we are recovering and adapting. We are becoming stronger, do you not see?"
He was honestly upset with himself that Omba had made him so angry. He was also still a little angry with what Omba said, but he did want to clear the air, at least a little, before they parted ways. He hated leaving a completely rotten taste in someone's mouth.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 12:12 pm
Omba snorted and scowled, but did not reply right away. He dug his claws into the ground and was not sure what to say. He was getting all worked up, and all he wanted to do was beat some sense into the snow pelt sympathizer, though that would only get him in trouble.
"You'll believe what you believe," he said, thought clenched teeth, "and I'll believe what I believe."
He knew that the Queen had arrived and the pride was suddenly cursed. That snow pelted princess did not belong in the royal family, and yet she was the only one to survive. The horrors that befell the pride were caused by her, and though she pretended to be innocent in all of it, he was sure she had something to do with it.
Maybe she had even orchestrated it, somehow.
Omba did not need to know how to explain his beliefs to believe in them, unfortunately, and though his hatred was blind it was enough for him. He did not think the pride should ever have had to suffer, so the need to rebuild only reminded him of the curse they were bearing.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2014 7:48 pm
Letobe pressed a heavy paw into the snow angrily. Letobe, being somewhat a devout pride-member, didn't understand Omba. He didn't understand why he hated them all so much. And, honestly, Omba could probably preach all day about why he disliked what he disliked and Letobe still wouldn't understand. They would just have to agree to disagree and tolerate the presence of one another for the good of everyone.
Letobe composed himself and took a deep breath, desiring to move on with his day. He had bigger fish to fry than to argue with someone who wouldn't change. "Omba, I think that is the best plan. I have things to attend to. Pleasure speaking with you." It was closest thing to a polite goodbye he could muster. There was no convincing Omba that there were great things on the horizon, there was no convincing Omba that they were all equal. He was set in his ways just as Letobe was set in his.Lithiasaur Perhaps one more from you to close it up? They just dislike each other so much XD
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 12:58 pm
Omba was such an old grump, it was hard to change his mind about anything. He had gotten it into his stubborn old head that his was the right way of thinking about things, and fixing that thought was going to be difficult, to put it lightly. He was not interested in learning a new way of seeing things, and was happy to be perfectly miserable all the time, because that was what he was used to.
It was hard to teach old lions new tricks, so to speak, and he was just not going to see the light side any time soon. Snow pelts were the cause of all his misery and the difficult life they had to live in the winter.
He growled a dismissive, less than friendly parting shot at Letobe's back, then turned to go and find something else to grumble about elsewhere. He was all worked up now, looking for a fight or an argument, or anything he could get. Damn those snow pelts and everyone that felt so bad for them! How could some people be so blind to what was right in front of them?
Omba would never understand, at least not until he absolutely had to. And maybe by then it would be too late for him to ever make up for his anger and wasted rage now. He could hardly be concerned with thoughts like that, though.
He needed to go get something to eat, then take a damn nap.
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