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 Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2018 11:07 am
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Aladra was growing increasingly wearisome of travel- she was excited, once, in the beginning when she and her mother split from the rest of the remains of their pride. It had been exciting, then, full of hope and excitement and new prospects.
Now, though... Now her paws hurt and her belly was not always full and yes, there were plenty of interesting lions to meet- and there were just as many unpleasant lions to find, and you rarely saw the same face twice. It was dull and unpredictable- and Aladra was quickly finding that predictable was far better than most gave credit for.
She supposed that's why she simply couldn't help herself, the moment Kianga took their path just a little too close to a pride's border. Civilized company- usually- and the same faces and scents at every border patrol, it was simply divine!
It was the exact reason the sapphire lioness found herself walking the outskirts of the pride- still very careful not to cross too close to the border, but still waiting- waiting and looking for anything even remotely lion-like. Mothers could become so dull when they were your only companion...
The bird chatter and relative silence was better than listening to Kianga fret over the state of things- she worried, too, and she also adored her mother, but like any young lioness... She needed her own time, her own space. She needed friends, and hopefully before the world finished falling around everyone's heads.
Which was likely why the lioness bounded forward so enthusiastically the moment she caught a glimpse of a flash of that pretty pale pelt, trotting forward with little reservation- it was just one lion, and besides, she meant no harm.... Surely that'd be enough to guarantee safety.
"You look bluer than me, sweetheart," She chirped, bouncing to a stop a careful distance away, though an easy smile still graced her face, "On a pretty boy like you, a frown simply doesn't suit. What's your troubles, love?" She had no interest beating around bushes- nor was she particularly malicious in intent. She cared- at least as much as any stranger could care, and hell, he was very, very pretty. Optimal, prime piece of lion, with a mane that looked terribly wonderful for snuggling into.... |
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2018 9:53 am
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He was cute- there was an innocence in that blank look, as if he hadn't expected a pretty lioness to pop up at the border that morning. Well, perhaps he hadn't- he hardly looked like a patrol at all, so perhaps the dumbfounded look was not so surprising, had he come here to escape the company of others... Still, the general flustering endeared her temporary companion much closer to her heart than had he been of quicker wit- it was, simply, adorable.
"Rightly so," Aladra answered, voice heavy with amusement, smile splitting wider- a jokester, though bless his heart, not a very funny one. He at least had one thing straight- she was most certainly flirting. Such was in her nature and upbringing, perhaps, but for this one? For this lion, she might just be serious in it.
"I'm sure she's just fine," came her reply- her heart softened at that forelorn look and it was all Aladra could do to keep herself from reaching out and clutching his sweet, precious face- whatever coldhearted lioness had left him so brokenhearted had done the world a great wrong, "Was she a rogue? We rogues have a habit of wandering- perhaps she thought goodbye was too sad," Or had forgotten- Aladra left that bit out, however realistic it may be... There were a few meetings she had meant as goodbye, only to remember them when she was half a day's journey away.
She'd just... conveniently not mention the great deal of natural disasters that have been happening lately, either, for his peace of mind. After all, plenty of rogues suffer them and get out in one piece entirely, no reason to worry his sweet head with 'what-if's. "There's no shame worrying about the living," She left it at that, amused at his sweet fretting. The lion was like honey- so sticky-sweet you could smell it.
"My story?" Aladra echoed, "My life story, or how I happened upon your border?" She asked, before promptly barrelling ahead with nary a chance to answer, "I travel with my mother- it's very boring, cross my heart. Not much in way of seeing the same faces often, sadly, but such is life since our pride disbanded. Now it's just wandering- can't say I can complain, though, now I get to meet sweet, comely lions like yourself," She wasn't being very subtle- but then she never was, though she kept her distance for now.
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