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 Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 8:47 pm
At least with the back of her firekin mother to watch.
But today the watching consisted of the preybeasts of the sand, her own belly, which didn't require her to feed it at the immediate moment, content to allow her to lounge and watch them as opposed to leaping up to chase after them.
When one wasn't hungry, there would be no desire to waste energy on such useless things.
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Even when it was their job.
But the warm sand and the sun felt so nice on her pale fur as she lay sprawled out, yet ever so alert, her head up and looking around at more than something she could have considered getting up to go and chase down. No, she was keeping an eye out for anything that may have set off her brain and the sense to get the hell out of there (or go hiss in it's face).
Yet somehow, even knowing fully well there could be danger out where she was, she was content to enjoy herself anyways.
No need to ruin something perfectly good with some paranoia.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 9:29 pm
Ears twitched, red eyes gazing from within the shadows of her skull, the faint whisper of clicking bones as her tail twitched. To those outside the firekin she may have appeared as a demon, a monster, a horrifying beast. Bone armor, piercing eyes, a fierce snarl, dark talons that sliced into the earth with each step, in her very presence there was fear. And fear, was a powerful weapon, one she took great pride in, as she took pride in her strength.
It was that very lust for strength that had led her to this desert, for her thirst for blood that she had battled in the war. Here she had found what she sought, as if the desert had always been her home. A harsh land that called to her, echoing the cruelty of her own personality. But could a warrior ever truly be satisfied?
The lioness paused in her steps, nose raised to catch a scent on the air, another nearby. The smell of desert, one who too had made this land their home, yet it was not a scent she had grown familiar with. The white form sprawled across the sands, it spoke of one comfortable with the desert, one who did not show fear. Perhaps she recognized the form, another of the pride, though she could not say she knew the creature beyond that.
How very interesting.
A smirk on her maw, cold strength in her steps, her posture tall, proud, Mahakali strolled toward the lioness. Yes, very interesting, perhaps the day would prove satisfying after all.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 9:44 pm
Her ears folded back at the faint sound of paws in the sand, a noise she'd grown accustomed to in long stretches of silent walking with her mother, only the sounds of paws and sand being moved by the wind: and her own 'lava', to say.
A fascinating sound in and of itself.
But the sound was all she needed in order to cast her judgement: to flee in terror or to allow it to approach closer? She could hardly feel any need to 'run away' coming into her synapses. And hardly ever had her own common sense prooven her wrong while living out in the sands.
So even when the one who had been called to the violence of the sands approached her, she didn't move more than to turn her head far enough to catch a glimpse of the stranger:
And what a well dressed stranger it was. Why, Lake was almost jealous of the nice clothing the stranger, whom she would presume female from the lake of heavy walking on the paws, showed for herself: quite a terror on four legs, really.
However, there was no effort to enthusiastically greet Kali, instead just a slight nod of aknowledgement, confirming that she wasn't just ignoring her fellow pridemate, before she turned her head back towards the sands.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 9:00 pm
Her eyes narrowed, ears twitching, watching, listening, reading each movement, each sound, each breath. The first moments spoke volumes of a creature's nature, of intent. No words need be spoken, it was all there in the silence of the body, in the depth of each breath, each glance, it was all a warrior ever needed.
Mahakali stood tall, broad, her large form true to those born of these sands. There was power, strength in her steps, the soul of a warrior. Her posture was relaxed, she held no threat or hint toward aggression. Yet in her stance there was a warning, no threat cast toward her would be tolerated, she was not a creature the wise dared challenge.
As she neared, her own head lowered in a nodded greeting, an acknowledgment of the other's presence. Her steps stopped, she stood in silence, gaze falling over the distant beasts, peaceful for the moment, spared from the talons of the predator. How quickly she could have taken a life were she so inclined, another day.
"Pitiful creatures, how quickly their lives fade. They live only in the hope that each day they will not fall, and yet one by one they will."
Did she speak of the prey beasts, or of another, the firekin themselves? How far they had fallen from the pride she had once heard such praise of. Revolution had come for some, strength shown its return, yet there were those who had chosen destruction, blinded in their pride. And even so, perhaps it was in that that they had found their own strength.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 11:34 am
It seemed Lakeisha would be having some company for her little leisurely staring off into the herd, which perhaps only pranced freely for knowing that the lioness was far from being hungry. Though not as far as it could have been.
The herds wouldn't be as fortunate in days to come, unfortunately for them. As it was likely that at the sun's next rising she would once again be out amongst them and tearing down their number ever so marginally in order to feed the mouths of the pride.
"Perhaps all beasts are pitiful in that way, at least in the bigger picture." Lakeisha answered after some time of contemplating Kali's very well placed thought about the beasts of the sand: Whether it was those who would find their end sooner or those who would be blinded by the reform of the pride she'd grown up hearing of and allow their weaknesses to fall upon them.
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It was all too great a possibility, truly.
"They prance about thinking that the goals of the darkness looming over them have subsided for the time being, never contemplating that it may just act for the sake of acting against them. To see them panic."
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 9:09 pm
"Perhaps."
Her tail twitched as she spoke, thinking on the words the other had spoken. There was truth to those words, perhaps they all appeared as such to someone else. Who was to say that some other creature didn't watch them as they watched the prey, choosing the day that they would live or die, using them as pawns in some twisted game.
No, she would have preferred to think such was far from true, she was a warrior, her strength was her own. If there were such a creature, were it to try to control her, she would hunt it down her self and tear it limb from limb, that was her truth.
"They weak, given up their strength, or worse, the will to use it."
A smirk, her head turned enough for one eye to fall on the form of the other lioness. An intriguing creature, perhaps even, a kindred soul.
"I do not know your name."
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 9:31 pm
If Lakeisha had believed in any entity, it would have been Karma. Those who work get what they deserve. Though sometimes Karma had a tendancy of acting slowly, so she knew better than to rely on it for any help.
Karma was fickle and had it's own way of doing things.
"Between the two, strength is the one thing that would be easier to recover once lost." She agreed, frowning ever so lightly at the concept of having no will. No, that wouldn't do at all: She had no use for puppets of that sort, nor did she have use for puppets at all. Lakeisha was capable of working on her own.
However, the inquiry, as masked as it was, earned very little remorse from her for having not introduced herself sooner. A name was not something to be given lightly.
But perhaps for one who could entertain at least intriguing conversation it would be worth the answer:
"Lakeisha. Now you do." she answered flatly. Not sarcastically, just in a sort of deadpan.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 8:04 pm
"Mahakali."
Short, to the point, a statement of fact, nothing further need be said. Her name, it was knowledge that so few seemed worthy of. Those who would simply fall at her claws, staining the sands red with their blood, what use did they have of such knowledge.
She nodded briefly, tail twitching in the desert sands, silent in her thoughts a moment longer.
"There is strength in many things, but without will there is nothing. Having lost that, the grave is only a short step away."
To one listening in, the conversation may have seemed uninteresting, such a creature would have been a fool. In the silence, there was more spoken than in any words. There was no need for idle conversation or pointless observations, there was no need to speak more than what was worth speaking.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 10:26 am
She hadn't been wanting more than just that answer. It was a nice reprieve from the normalcy that had been one of her 'previous meetings' that wouldn't leave her alone and kept invading her personal bubble. It had been horrible and his childishness had effected even her.
Gratefully only on a small level.
But as it seemed the conversation was going to continue, Lakeisha felt it would be suitable to at least sit up and be level - be equal - with the one she was conversing with. She didn't even bother to brush the sand off of her side.
There was nothing shameful about some sand in white fur. Just like there was no shame for having fur that was a little bloodied. Or for being a little scarred. In fact, there was less shame in having the scars across her eye than anywhere else.
She'd taken her attacker head-on.
"Which is one thing even a smaller creature should be taught in their youth: Attack the will before anything else. Once they stop fighting back, even the strong can die by the paw of the smaller."
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 2:35 pm
"Even the weakest of creatures become strong when there is something worth fighting for."
A brief nod, it was the warrior's creed, the spark that ignited all rebellion. The small, the meek, all could rise behind that strength of will, to topple even the mightiest of tyrants. Will was as dangerous as it was powerful. In that way she supposed even her father could have been killed. No, foolish as he was, will was something the great beast would never lose.
She neither noticed or cared about the sand clinging to Lake's hide, only the respect shown in rising, the confidence in her posture. There was no need to please, no annoying desire to impress or show of, only simple confidence, strength that spoke for itself. And in that, the other earned her respect.
For her own part, Kali bore her own scars, marks of the warrior's life, remnants of the war, marks of the battles that had followed. Armor marred by her battles, stained with the blood she had shed. Those were the marks she remembered, the ones left by those who had made her fight for her life, those who held her respect.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 3:08 pm
It was hard to be lacking confidence when one had spent their days wandering the sands on their own steam most of their life. Always behind paws that werw wiser and stronger than herself. Perhaps it was that way of life that leant strength.
But it seemed that even without words the two warriors (though one would have been considered a huntress, a role that she was barely bothered by, task wise, due to her own capability) could communicate plenty. Though the appearance of two white lionesses on the horizon did frighten the herdebasts ever noticeably.
Which was almost like lion TV.
Lakeisha was amused. Certainly they weren't stupid beasts, making sure to keep a good 'head start' running distance from the pair, but the fact that they were so antsy was very entertaining in it's own way.
Not that this amusement really needed much in terms of being expressed.
Even without the potential hunt Lakeisha would have been kept entertained by the current silence that was between herself and her current companion. Very much an interesting lioness, even without the words.
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 9:47 pm
A hint of malice in her smirk, dark talons emerging from large paws, a single step forward. It was enough to send a wave of panic through the beasts, dust clouding at their hooves, circling in the hastened steps, searching for the predator. How easy it was to turn their peaceful day to terror. It was fortunate for the beasts that she did not thirst for their blood today, another time would prove otherwise.
A flick of her tail, Kali settled onto her haunches, red eyes gazing with satisfaction on the distant beasts, never would they forget they were always being watched.
Silent as her companion, there was no further need to speak. It was simply enough that they were there, kindred spirits, perhaps drawn together by some greater force.
Ominous, deadly, demons of the sands.
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