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Post by Wonder on Nov 13, 2002 16:06:15 GMT -5
(ROTFOL! -pats Trinny- There there...)
[glow=tan,2,300]~Azura catches the hint and flips to her feet; after a few unsuccessfuly attempts that is. Blinking a few tymes, she allows her lyte-bloo-ish eyes to ajust to the darkening sky. Finally locating her father, brother, and Dysis, whom she'd met on a few occations (sp?), she darted off. Seeing as Simba was heading toward Calliope, she aimed for Basyl and Dysis; she didn't want another look at the white fuzz-ball their mother was still holding onto...~
-Simba smyles at his daughters as he passes by, but re-directs himself toward his mate. Something new was lingering in the air, and he wanted to make sure everything had gone ok during the day. Pacing up to Calliope, he eyed the ball of black and white fur in her grasp. Finally by her side, he nose twitched curiously as he realized it was in fact a living animal. He looked up to his mate...- 'What on earth is that?'
'It's a tiger mister. Looks to be only a couple 'o months old too...' -The young cheetah comes up behind the lion. His tail sways to and fro as he inspects the tiger-cub from a safe distance; not wanting to prevoke the lioness. His grandfather was wise, and had been to many parts of the lands in his day. He'd told Dysis about some of the animal's he'd seen in places called 'zoo's'... Dys always found it interesting. He sat down, a few feet away from the couple. His black-spotted coat blended in with the nyte as his eyes flickered intelligently...-[/glow]
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Post by Trinity on Nov 16, 2002 15:43:23 GMT -5
...I've really gotta get to get colors here... meef....
Calliope twitches her tail patiently and intelligently. She knew they [mate & son] would be tired after a day's travel... let them come at their own pace. Upon finally arriving, she nods to Dysis... =Not quite two weeks, actually...= [given that Sheena & Azura is about 2 months... -blink-... right?] The cub stirs, as if right on cue, and blinks large, curious blue eyes at Simba and all others. He would grow quickly, reaching the size of her own cubs by the time her cubs were about 6 months old. Afterwards, he'd surely outgrow Sheena and Azura, but maybe not Basyl [son? forgot name... meep]. As the tiger cub, Rodney, begins to squeak, she shifts so that he may nurse. Looking back to Simba lovingly and yet uncertainly, she questions =May he become ours?= She knew, regardless of Simba's answer, the cub was here to stay... but relations in the pride still depended on Simba's answer.
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Post by Wonder on Nov 16, 2002 16:18:39 GMT -5
(Erm... Yea... I knew that!)
[glow=tan,2,300]-Simba snorted, still only a foot or too away. It was clear that Calliope was already set on keeping the tiger cub, and it's not lyke he could convince her otherwise. Of course, there were ways to get rid of unwanted 'guests'... He could have it banished, killed, eatten; all in the blink of an eye... (Sorry... Got carried away) But no, he wasn't lyke that. He'd grown into a fair 'king', and he loved his mate and children. He wanted them happy. With a sygh, he nodded at Calliope...- 'If that is what yew wish...' -With another look at the cub, he padded off past his mate. He nodded at Dysis as he passed him...- 'Better get going. Yewr grandfather would have my head otherwise...' -He smyled slightly and paced off into the grass, tired from the day's events. It'd take him a whyle to fully learn to 'love' the new addition to their family, but given tyme... Maybe... (-has a Tarzan thing going on here-)...-[/glow]
[glow=tan,2,300]-Dysis blinked, watching Simba go off. He looked up at the pitch black sky and syghed. It was indeed tyme for him to split. He turned to the lioness, eyeing the tiger cub with a grin...- 'He's coot. Gonna grow up to be a big boy...' -He nodded thoughtfully and turned to go...- 'Good nyte ma'am...' -He called bak polyte-ly and padded off. With a nod of 'good-bye' to his new friend, Basyl, and his sisters, he sped off. His orange form disappeared into the nyte in seconds flat...-[/glow]
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Post by Trinity on Jan 15, 2003 21:49:21 GMT -5
Some things never change... and I still don't have colors for these guys. Roflol. My bad.
--2 months later--
Rodney, now a 2 month old furball with curious blue eyes and a pudgey round tummy (no, he's not fat... baby pudge!) equaling the size of his adopted brother & sister, lies down in the grass and watches, waiting for somebody to randomly walk in front of him. He grins, trying to keep himself from laughing at the marvelously wondeful joke he was about to play. He could just see it now... somebody would go by, perhaps his mother Calliope, and he'd let out a huge vicious snarl and pounce her, then roll to one side and explain that he wasn't -really- gonna chomp her into itty bitty peices. However, as things never truly go to plan for a young cub, he merely continues to just lie there, waiting. Before long, the youngster is snoozing in the midday sun, hidden by tall grass and protected by the shade of a pathetic excuse for a tree.
Calliope lets out a massive yawn. The sun was as high as the heat, and at the point the sun was right smack dab up there in the sky... well, one could imagine. She flops down onto her side, her tail twitching on occasion. All had been well lately... she spots her dear little Rodney lying alone in the grass. Judging by the fact he was on his back with all four feet in the air, she could guess he was fast asleep... a glance to the right gives away Sheena & Azura's location as well. She smiles and lets her own eyes drift... such a pleasant day, and the heat as well as a full belly from that morning's hunt made her oh so sleepy....
Sheena flips over, sumersaulting here and there with the energy of a cub. Having lost track of Azura, she pounces invisible birds, distractedly looking for her sister.
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Post by Wonder on Jan 15, 2003 22:28:06 GMT -5
[Yew kno yew could've just started a new topic -Shrugs and gets ready to bring this place bak to lyfe...-] [glow=tan,2,300] -Simba's powerful body roamed the dry land silently; heavy paws leaving a temporary sign of his ‘passing by’ on the parched ground. Coming into the inner pride lands where the rest of the lionesses were, he walked past the sleeping Rodney without any emotion. Over the past couple of months he'd learned to overall ignore the frisky outsider. Even though his mate's love for the odd colored cub was intense, Simba kept immune for now. He didn't hate him, but there was no luv. Not the kind he had for his own. Settling down on a sun-heated boulder within view of his family, he laid his large head upon his paws to take a quick rest. The day's patrol in the desert heat had caught up to him...-~Cautious young lyte-bloo eyes blynked occasionally as the young femme stalked through the yellow grass. Azura's perfectly tanned coat did wonders for her in this prairie, as she could move along hardly visible to the naked eye. With a mental giggle at her own 'evil' plans, she came up to the grass's edge and halted; eyes scanning for her target. Spying Rodney, she pondered weather she should use his own favorite trick against him. But no. That'd along cause a brawl, and he'd get lectured by Simba on why 'not to boss around the girls.' Course, deep inside she always enjoyed. Shaking her head to clear the naughty thoughts, a slytely more fun and amusing target was located. Her only sister. Innocently playing alone. Perfect. Without any warning, Azzie sprang forth with a playful femme-ish growl of 'I'm gonna get ya!' Upon contact, the two lioness cubs rolled to the dusty floor, kicking up a cloud of deserty goodness...~[/glow]
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Post by FrostByte on Mar 28, 2003 2:51:28 GMT -5
[shadow=orange,left,300]-Basyl walks past Rodney, at first not even noticing his adoptive brother. He plans to join in with his sisters, but trips over the dozing cub's tail, nearly landing face flat into the rough eathren ground. Before he knows what hits him, he's levitating inches above the ground, he sees the tiny fire ants on the very spot he would have hit, watching them with his small liquid eyes, then suddenly realizes that he's floating. He jumps and screams his own little 'gaahh' cry that could wake up Rodney from a mile away, and jumps back, landing on his feet in a way only a cat could, still a bit surprised. He had needed to stop falling, and he had, but he hadn't meant like that. He settles down a bit, the hair on his throat going back down, he tries to look at his scruffy almost-mane on his neck. The fur was a near shade of a hint of it possibly deciding to change into the color of his mane, which would grow in when he was about 1 or 1 and a half. His would probably be a rich brown red like his fathers. He studys it with glory, thinking about how extremly mature he is to be already almost, starting to show show sign sof in the near future beggining the growth of a mane-[/shadow]
(*attempts to start us up again...?*)
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