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 Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:26 pm
Note: These are logged from AIM RPs between Buffy and Mouche.  The black pelted malehad been lazying by the river, his tail casually trailing along the surface, creating little ripples. His eyes, almost an eerie strange orange color, gleamed in the sunlight, the rays warming his back. He had been wandering on his own, though he hadnt been too upset about it. He had always loved alone, but lately he had been feeling the pull of wanting to have a friend to be around. But today the sun was his friend, and his day was full of lazing away under it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:31 pm
This part of the river was not strange to Zahari, though it had been a while since she'd last been down here. It, to her, was not a very inspiring place, because nothing ever happened there. However, she was having a horrific case of storyteller's block, and when bemoaning this to a friend of hers, Aziza, the other lioness had some advice."You're stumped for a story, Zahari? That doesn't sound a thing like you," the older lioness laughed, teasing gently. "Tell you what- go see Atticus. He's got more stories to tell than I can imagine, maybe even more than you!" Aziza had described him as a large, dark male, with orange streaks in a deep brown mane... like cloves and oranges... mmm, that did sound like a winning combination of scents... something a heroine would smell like, sweet, but not too sweet, and enough tanginess in there that it would be clear she was no ordinary female... oh, and fanciful markings on his right front leg. Aziza hadn't been too clear on the shape of the markings, something like flowers and serpents, but she'd been quite confident that Zahari'd know him when she saw him. Shaking the story fragments from her mind, Zahari cast her gaze upon a lion who quite matched the description. He was reclining in the sun, his dark pelt shimmering like a deep lake in the sun. She hoped she wasn't interrupting anything horrifically deep, or, worse yet, his sleep. But he was awake, and so Zahari made a small sound and addressed him."Excuse me," she said in a small voice. "I'm looking for an Atticus, acquaintance of Aziza... have I found him, perchance?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:32 pm
He had been baking, he was sure, baked in his deep black pelt. But the voice saved him. He opened his left eye, looking at the female, and opening both eyes with the sight of her. She was gorgeous, that was sure.. With her gorgeous brown pelt..and he had to admit she had the most favorable markings across her rump, which he admittedly had gazed at already. He smiled, asmile that was half of any normal smile, andjust as cockeyed. "You found him, Miss...." He led on, waiting for a name.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:34 pm
The first thing she noticed were those eyes. Like a pair of topazes set in his face, they practically glowed out at her, giving this Atticus an unearthly appearance. "Zahari, or Ri, if you prefer." She withdrew a bit into herself as his gaze bored into her; while she might have been a charismatic storyteller, she was often shy when meeting others her own age. She dropped her eyes to glance briefly at the dark marks on his foreleg, paying no attention to where exactly his burning eyes were looking. "It's nice to, ah, meet you... I'm in a bit of a predicament, you see, and Aziza told me you might be able to help... that is, if you're not busy?" she added, her voice rising a bit. She smiled her best smile and hoped she didn't sound like a dullard, or too needy.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:35 pm
He smiled, amused by her. She was so cute, in the way she meandered around what she wanted to ask. His eyes were soft, no matter how piercing their color, or the gaze when eye to eye contact was met. "If I had friends, Im sure Id have a nickname for you as well. But for now, I guess you can say, I live in a reality thats only called imagination." He said, his voice soft, though it was deep.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:39 pm
He had a nice voice, once he got to talking. He really, really did. It was the sort of voice you'd want telling you a fable to soothe a frightened cub, or talk you to sleep after a nightmare, or telling grand tales of heroics and adventure. Perhaps not a ghost story voice, but then not everybody needed ghost stories. You always needed your heroes, though. "Actually, if you live in imagination, you might be able to help me," she said with a lilting giggle in her voice. "See, I like to spend a lot of time in imagining... but currently, the river of my creativity has been running, how do I say, shallow. Aziza told me you'd seen many things, and done even more, and I was wondering... oh, this must sound so strange coming from a stranger, but I was wondering if you'd, well, tell me some stories." Nervously, she sat back, wondering what he must think of this strange, nosy lioness. "Nothing too personal, if you don't want; just maybe a few things about what you've seen on your travels. Please? If you did, I'd be ever so grateful!" Her ears twitched a bit in hope; she did want to hear this stranger's tales, and re-tell them, if she could, for there was nothing Zahari liked more.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:43 pm
The lion's eyes gleamed. Someone was asking him to tell a story? He had never had anyone beg for a story, and he had stories to tell! His eyes softened, and he pushed into a sitting position, his brown, orange mane falling about his shoulders. "So you want to hear a story?" He grinned, and the cleared his throat, his eyes taking an exotic look. "What kind of stories would you like to hear?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:45 pm
Zahari's entire body quivered slightly in anticipation, and her smile grew wide. She hadn't expected him to agree so readily, and he looked so pleased to tell it! Was he perhaps a storyteller, too, a weaver of the thrilling and exotic? In that case, she knew the exact answer. "I'd like to hear the sort of story you like best yourself- I find that telling them is more enjoyable when you truly have a passion for that which you are speaking about." Her eyes gleamed as she settled comfortably on her haunches and gazed up at him- Zahari was a small female, and when having a story told to her, she took on a childlike enthusiasm that expressed her exuberance to the world "I'd love to hear whatever you'd like to share."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:46 pm
He smiled, nodding quite readily. "I have a story for you. Ill tell you of a young cub." His voice became instantly in the tone of a storyteller, and his eyes took on a dreamy glaze. "Once, there was a cub.. He had not been worthy, his life not worth living to those around him. All his trials, trubilations, everything in vain. He had been told her was powerless.. His pelt wickedly amusing to the others.. You see, he was different.. He did not enjoy hunting. He did not enjoy the fighting, or the violence. The cub wanted to be a storyteller among his pride. A wise man to others, and the sought after.for the most exotic stories. But one day, there was an uproar.. and they came at the young cub, aall six of the adult males in the pride." His voiced trailed off slightly.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:47 pm
The mark of a good story, in Zahari's opinion, was when you were ensnared by the protagonist in his or her first appearance. She enjoyed stories about cubs, for these were the tales that the cubs she watched over enjoyed hearing the best. But this poor little fellow sounded diferent. Her ears and whiskers quivered a bit, in fear of what would happen to the young storyteller. His plight reminded her a lot of her own upbringing; her mother and sisters were all strong huntresses, and put up with her tales because they kept her nieces and nephews amused while their mothers were out after prey. "The poor little dear," she murmured, then blinked. "Er, sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to interrupt. Please, go on."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:51 pm
"You are quite alright, Ri." He said with a smile. His voice then went back into story teller mode. "They came at him with claws and fangs.. They meant to kill th eyoung cub.. He was not supposed to live to be such fodder, and his pride would not allow it. The cub, saved by the oncoming of a herd of zebra's, sneaked away from the gang.. hiding under a large rock, which had a crivice in the side.." He said, describing the story as if it had been a first hand story. Even though the story itself did not sound like past memories. "And there was where he he hid, until the pack had gone away.." He cleared his throat once more, smiling a bit at her. "But dont fear. The cub grew, and he was a strong male indeed. A proud male, though he was alone.. A valiant prince of a lion.. and he knew his princess needed him somewhere in teh valley, so yet, he was not alone." He stopped and smiled, as if waiting to go on, or to see if she would add to it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:53 pm
"Ooh, so he was a prince!" Zahari said with a little squeal in her voice. Princes and princesses were a soft spot of hers. She loved when a prince was able to reveal himself for who he truly was, and when the princess was smart and headstrong, and perhaps a bit shy, for a princess who was too popular was really somewhat cliched, and when the princess wasn't the strongest or the best, all the better! Atticus's voice was truly superb for this type of tale, and she was quite taken with it. "I'll be his princess was waiting... but she didn't know he was coming. Did it take him a long time to find her?" she said with an eager voice. Grinning embarassedly, she ducked her head. "I mean... I dunno, I've always liked the stories where they don't meet right off, and they have to prove themselves beforehand. Especially when they don't know that they're destined to meet. I'm so rude, I keep interrupting!' She laughed nervously. She hoped she hadn't offended him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:56 pm
"I encourage you to ask questions! To ge the feeling of the story! Never apologize for being excited for a story, lovely Ri." He said, a chuckle escaping his throat. "It took him years to find her.. Almost three. And when he found her, she did not know she was a princess, and he did not know he was a prince. They had no one to call their own. They were really just rouges to the earth. Friends with the sky. " His smile crept back onto his face. "How do you think the princess felt?" He asked, loving how interested she was in his story.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 10:58 pm
Zahari's nose flushed when he called her lovely. With her dark, mostly-solid coat, she'd never felt particularly pretty, especially when compared to her stripey sisters. But it was always good story-telling rhetoric to compliment your audience, and she was beginning to understand just how skilled Atticus was. Grinning happily at him, she thought for a moment. "I think, deep down, she knew they were a pair. Some pull under the fur, something tugging at her heart whispering that there was more to this male than meets the eye. But she didn't know why, and so it confused her. But I'm quite sure that she was happier to meet him than any other- nobody can truly evade destiny, and a prince and princess always are destined for each other." Shyly, she flicked her ears down and looked at her paws. "At least, that's how I've always found princesses in my stories to be. How do you find your princesses, Sir Atticus?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 11:01 pm
He smiled, leaning close to her ear to whisper after she had spoken. His voice hot against her ear, he spoke. "Ive never had a princess in my stories before, Lady Zahari." He said, bemused. "But yes, I think the prince would have felt the same way. Something in her eyes, in the way she had found him, moreso than he had found her.. I think that would be one of the things that made the Prince want the Princess even more."
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