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 Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 5:54 am
He glided into the central hub of the tunnels like a stormcloud, eyes flashing. Times had always been difficult, security perilous for a tribe that had, for so long, relied on secrecy, and he considered this time no less serious than any other, in spite of the anouncements he brought to his somewhat deminished pride. Whatever the circumstances, although tunnel markings would have to be changed, to prevent 'lost souls' from easily navigating the dark again, the Anansi pride would continue, and it would continue on the same stark terms it always had.
He padded up onto the 'story tellers' stone, glancing around into the softly lit cavern and roared. A thunderous sound that rolled down every coridor like thunder, calling the Anansi to gather.
Stories had come, and stories needed heard.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 12:05 am
Taban was already lounging in the story room, having been napping in contentment on the smooth stones in the damp darkness of his home. The roar roused him with a start, causing him to jump up to his paws with a slight growl. As always, the cheetah composed himself quickly enough, slicking back his mantle with a paw and sitting himself upright with his head turned upwards, "Honord father, your expression speaks volumes, what troubles the mighty king of the underground today?"
Nearby Fubar lifted his head quickly as well, his ears snapping foward as he quickly picked out the source of the roar. The large male his companion called father, the alpha of the pack. Taking a que from Taban, Fubar got himself to his paws, wagging his tail slowly behind him.
"Mmm..." Lucia tipped her head to the side, pausing in mid-stride. She had been with Devi, as always, the lioness' companion of sorts and a close friend. The lioness' mercy had saved her life all those years ago though she still bore the scars from that damnable human's fire stick... the little one had been lucky. "It seems your mate's calling a meeting." She said quietly, turning her head to the queen, "And by the sound of it, an important one."
Bai Feng was already well on his way to the cavern. His normally pearly pelt dusted from his travels, even the strange man device that still held to his back looked shabby compared to its former glory. The harness of a coursing cheetah, one belonging most especially to the emperor at that. Gold and crimson though it had faded from what it had been. It was hardly something that helped the white cheetah hide and hunt, so instead he served as a messanger. A white beast in place of a white flag. However, the message he intended to return to the caves was anything but. A message of a proposed allyance with the pridelanders turned into an urgent report.
"I am here my emperor." Bai panted as he trotted into the cavern, loping himself to a slower stride until he found his place atop another smooth rock facing the center of the cavern. He was grateful to sit himself down though he kept himself posed for it. "Pardon my condition, I have yet to find time to groom myself." He ducked his head low, his whiskers nearly brushing the ground.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 10:37 am
((ooc: Ende has told me that Devi will be recerted to me as part of her give aways, I already have the cert for Chani, and I assume there won't be any problem with me posting with the inherited lion.))
Devi raised her blind head, blinking at the blackness that was forever in her vision and twitched a faint hint of a smile. "So it would seem." She answered, lifting herself to her feet and stepping forward. "Let us go and see what sort of stories we have waiting for us."
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"WE are glad to have you whatever your condition, Bai." Korvo rumbled as he sat down, crossing his paws in front of him. "I know there are stories to be told. Do you too bring us a story, as my son does?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 10:49 am
Lucia provided a shoulder against that of the queen to allow her some sort of comfort as they walked. "I imagine they'll be interesting enough... Surely your son has one. Even if they're small he always manages to bring something to the caves." She chuckled a bit. Even as a cub Taban would make up such stories about why Fubar had 'wings' and why wildebeast looked as funny as they did.
"I wish I had a kinder story to tell." Bai replied grimly, shaking his head, "The story I was sent to learn became something very different... if it's all the same to you I would like to present my tale first... meaning no offense to your son or yourself sire. I believe it's something that will need further attention."
"I certainly don't mind." Taban said camly, "It would give me a little more time to think of how to present my own tale."
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 10:53 am
Korvo stood up and lept down from the stone with a flick of his tail, nodding to the white and red Cheetah resepctfuly. "Then by all means, take the stone. My mate and Lucia should be with us shortly." He adds, sniffing the air with a soft rumble, recognizing their scent and their soft approaching voices.
"I think he has something of Father Anansi in him." She sighed fondly as they approached the central cavern. "Though I'm afraid he has something of Anansi's pride as well."
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 11:25 pm
"He is proud but young... I was the same way. It got me into trouble but I found my way here. I think all pups will go through the same thing at some point of their lives." She chuckled, "He just needs to come to face with his weakness so he can accept that he's not perfect."
Lucia ducked her head as she entered the chamber, guiding the blind lioness to a free spot for the both of them to seat themselves.
Bai Feng stood himself up elegantly, slinking himself smoothly down from the stone he had rested on and took his place in the center of the circle. He remained on his feet as he felt was proper for the occassion, even reports here were given in a formal manner.
"A story! A story!" Bai begun in the traditional manner of the pride, looking around to the gathering members, "A message I had been given to carry... the white runner from the pride of the shadows, ghosts of the savanah, those who keep the tales of the land and weave tricks for fools...a white runner as a beacon of good will and peace in bearing the message. "Allys!" We wished to say to the king of the land of those that worship the circle in which all things move, "Join the web, know our stories and share our strength" We wished to say, "Stand beside us as brother and sister prides and hear what we have to say... nothing escapes our webs and there is much to know." So with great haste I, Bai Fang of the Anansi, journed to the overworld under both sun and moon."
He began to pace in a slow circle, looking each member in the eye as he came to where he could, "Moons and suns passed and I arrived. Tired and tirsty as the golden land between boarders, I turned my course shortly for the watering hole of the lands to allow myself water enough to wet my voice once more."
The cheetah bristled, stopping mid-stride to turn to Korvo, his brow creasing as he bore his fangs into a mock-snarl, "There...oh weavers of tales and tricks... I saw it happen."
He turned his entire body about to face Korvo, hunching up like a lion waiting to attack, "A lion of white and pink like a young cub's nose came through the tall grass... nearby I could see the elderly king of the pride had come to drink..."
He straightened up, lifting his head in the manner of which was appropreate for scouting, his tail standing straight behind him, "I watched quietly from where I stood... closer and closer until their roars echoed like thunder over the land, claws and blood. I was powerless... a meer shadow in the power of even a young lion. My only weapon against this act was to witness... and to my horror the golden king fell at the claws of the invador..."
He looked slightly ill, turning his eyes down, "The brute removed the king's tail as a trophy to his own power and made for the boarders towards the desert of white sands... the golden king I'm afraid...."
He shook his head slowly, "No creature would survive such an attack... by the next sun he would be gone. Weary and sore from my journey there, I knew I would find no ally there. I turned and made for my home among the weavers and ghosts with a new message..."
He paced once more, still composing himself, "One of murder... one of anger... and one of disgrace."
Taban listened from where he sat, his expression slowly growing darker and darker until his shoulders were hulked up well over his lowered neck, hackles raised along his mantle and fangs beared. That brute... he knew the lion that the white messanger spoke of. He'd encountered the fool on the boarders of the lands of mist taking the trecherous cub from his home.. he'd followed him to his hide-away...which was the basis of his own tale. "Wretched vermin." The cheetah snarled, slamming a paw down in front of him, "How dare he! How does a fool of that color slip into this land's largest pride and make such a kill! Surely he knows nothing of the paths of the underground or he'd have fallen to our claws long ago."
"Peace Taban...", Lucia warned, "It's the king's turn to speak..." She looked upsetted by the news as well. Her kind never stood on good grounds with the pridelanders, not her pack in particular so he didn't harbor the same distate for them, but there was some rivalry there. Still the sheer offense, the insult, the act in itself, and the news that the cubnapper was still alive and causing trouble for another pride was unsettling.
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