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Post by Kunabee on Jul 29, 2011 10:54:01 GMT -5
South
Silence comes with knowledge, I've always known that. You hear things other people don't. I needed my siblings, yes indeed, but I could also function by myself. That's why I wanted to find the heart. Someone who could fuction by themselves but needed my siblings and me. Just like I needed my siblings and them. The heart was mine to find, so I kept my eyes open.
However, I had a good hunch I would not find the heart today. In my head I went over what I had learned.
1) The Falomi pack had split very recently.
2) There was a war over water because of the drought.
3) The true Falomi Alpha had returned, part of the reason why they split.
4) These Peace Leader people (they were clearly insane... or, maybe they weren't, knowing where I come from) had gotten a major victory that, to me, wasn't really a victory.
5) There had been several Falomi and feline friendships.
I studied these five important pieces of information in my head. I had heard that new felines were joining the prides, of pregnancy and death, but I figured these were the most important. Each could come in handy. All that was left to do was figure out ways to use what I knew, for my advantage of course.
And I could not forever travel alone, now could I? I would need aid in my search for the heart. How to befriend someone while I stayed silent? My mute self could not talk. But, then, weren't actions louder then words? I would show I could be a friend in silence.
And, of course, I could keep secrets well. Not being able to speak (or pretending as such) made my secrets easy to keep, and so would aid the keeping of other secrets.
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Post by Bhu ♥ Irwin on Oct 9, 2011 21:44:14 GMT -5
 So young. So alone. So vulnerable. My heart went out to the child but I feared approaching. After my recent betrayal of my brother that resulted in his loss of a war that could have given his pride water, I found myself uneasy about interaction. If I could deny my flesh and blood the right to survive, who was I to take on a friendship or responsibility of another? But he had forgotten the brother he had forced to kill. It wasn't as if I would have let the brute fall down rigid. If that tiger had truley attacked at the end, I would have given all to rescue my kin. But I simply would not aid him in merciless murder. Zonta pride would have shared their life sustaining liquid, if Ezhno had not been so greedfilled. It was his own fault.
Then why did I feel so damn guilty about it?
Ah, but that was not the dilemma here, now was it? Before me stood a quiet little child. She had an inquisitive gaze set upon her face, and it seemed it was always that way. But she was a child. A child should not be forced to know all. A child should run screaming blather that no one but her pairs understand. And she was so alone. A lion alone. I was alone, but by choice. A child could not have made that choice. It went against everything the creator had instilled upon us. A child needed someone.
I could be that someone.
Stepping forward, I shuffled my paws towards her and let a smile break through. I deemed my body in a nonthreatening structure, looking downwards to rest my smile upon her form. "Child, you're so alone. It is too dangerous here to be alone. Where is your pride?" I could smell no known pride on him, but that wasn't to say there were no small, infamous prides around.
My words had been a little rigidly spoken, though oozing with my friendly nature. It was foreign to be the adult, the responsible one. For too long I had been given the luxary of being childish, so I had never matured. My age should have begot many children, but I still sat a virgin by my own doings. If this child took to me and I found her to be my own daughter by the kindness of my heart, it would lead to heartbreak as I was forced to hand her over to a pride, perferably Zonta, for I found no able bone in my body to raise up to the task of motherhood.
OOC//: Sorry for lameness; I was trying to dish something out for you. It will get better as this RP progresses, I promise  |
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Post by Kunabee on Dec 13, 2011 17:27:15 GMT -5
South
It wasn't too bad of a surprise for me to look up and see someone speaking to me. I had heard something, and though I was a little jolted I recovered quickly. At her words I sniffed and shook my head. I had a job to do before I could even find my siblings, let alone head homeward.
And a child? Child as I was, I knew more and was wiser then most children. Wiser than even North, though I dared not trust myself to make decisions more then basic ones. Not like anyone would listen; nobody ever listens to silence.
I looked at her calmly, blinking. A small hope slipped up into me, wondering if this would be our heart. But the hope disappeared. One could only assume the heart would be near our age.
I sat down, my silent self gazing such a creature over. She was a lioness, like myself, alone. Alone.
It felt good to be alone, in its own twisted way. North was not bossing me around; East and West were not annoying me. I wa fine. However, I missed my siblings. They were my completion; ears could only listen.
WOOC; Sorry for slowness.
And lameness.
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Post by Bhu ♥ Irwin on Dec 14, 2011 20:24:29 GMT -5
My words were answered with silence. I could read several things from it: this child either had no home to run to, thus was saddened by my question, or she was a mute. I leaned towards the first, but did not dismiss the second in any absolute sense. There was so much screwed up in this world, I would not be all too surprised to run across someone with such a hindrance.
"My child, can you speak?" I would clarify this hear. If she was a mute, I needed to know I was speaking to a brick wall with ears. I would get no verbal responce, and I need not waste energy trying to get one. Not when this girl's existance was at stake. If she is a mute child, her mother may have abandoned the burden of her. It was an awful thought, but one not too unexpected.
As I said, this is a fucked up world.
OOC//: I only really swear IC but, if it bothers you, I can refrain. Just let me know, my dear <3 |
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Post by Kunabee on Dec 18, 2011 20:44:00 GMT -5
South
I shook my head. Of course I could not speak; did this woman think my lack of a verbal response indicated a lack of intellegence? It should easily show that I was not slow. I listened; that was my duty, my place as the ears.
Once again her calling me child bothered me. I was not that young. While of course she couldn't know my name, she should at least know to call me something other then child. Then again, 'dear' or some other such terminology would be quite annoying, wouldn't it?
WOOC; *drowns in her fail*
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Post by Bhu ♥ Irwin on Dec 18, 2011 22:04:14 GMT -5
I shuffled my paws with her answer, uneasy at the response. A child that couldn't speak. Meanwhile, I was a vague feline with little success in physcology. I couldn't read eyes or movements. How would I know what this poor cat wanted me to know? No wonder her mother abandoned her.
Gasp!
How could I think like that? A burdensome child should not be tossed aside. It was not her fault she was as she was. I was repulsed by her mother, and repulsed by myself. To think we females could have such dillusions. We had been a burden as a child, no doubt, but our mothers had raised us. What this cub lacked in voice she probably made up for in some other fashion.
Like intelligence. It was a curious thought, but I decided she was probably smarter than I was. A cat that could only listen learns so much faster than one who is like me, who does all the talking. "I wish I could know your name..."I eyed her with a poutlike expression. I would probably be the child of us two by personality, but at least I was a good deal larger, thus I could protect her. "My name is Yanamai." What else could I say?
I was an awkward woman and that was all there was to it.
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Post by Kunabee on Dec 25, 2011 18:02:29 GMT -5
South
I was not a mindreader. All of the silence in the world could not create the ability to read minds. I did not know what she was thinking, and I was torn between wanting to know her thoughts and not caring. After all, her facial features gave small hints to her thoughts, and mostly left me confused.
Upon this lioness's offering of her name, I wondered if she knew the cardinal directions. I looked around, locating the things that were taught to be by heart, and drew areas in the four directions with my paw. They were heavy and messy, but clear enough, I assumed. The southern arrow I marked, making sure that it was obvious. I looked up at her, wondering if she'd understand my name.
I did not mind people knowing my name.
WOOC; YAY. *claps*
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Post by Bhu ♥ Irwin on Jan 21, 2012 15:01:13 GMT -5
Had I not just offered my title, I would have never guessed what this girl was doing was giving me her own name. I felt for her, being unable to speak. The poor little dear had had to grow far quicker in wisdom, already obtaining a level I had yet to manage. "South." I nodded in understanding to allow the girl to realize I now knew her dubbing. It was then I was at a loss for words, for how many little lion cubs could be named South?
"Do you happen to have a brother named North?" I did not share my thoughts on the boy, and I would not do so whether she knew him or not. He had been an arrogant little lad, one of which I was eager to drop off where he said his parents had told him to remain. I had found the know-it-all boy and, being a lioness, took possession when I realized he was alone. I was not entirely convinced that he was being honest when he tried to persuade me that he had parents but he had wandered from the place which they hid him while they hunted. But, even so, I walked him to that spot and continued on my way to the war between my brother's pride and Zonta. The child had never stopped talking, and he had mentioned a West, an East, and a girl named South.
He had made it clear that, though he cared for them, he was the better of the four. The brain, he called himself.
I shook myself from these thoughts and looked back to the girl, wondering if she had shaken her head in response. I was unaccostomed to the mute, so my brain allowed myself to go off on mental tangents, justifying it by saying I would simply hear their answer. But this girl would not have uttered a sound, merely moved her head.
If she knew North, maybe I would have a basis of where to bring this girl.
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Post by Kunabee on Mar 8, 2012 17:37:53 GMT -5
South
Upon hearing my brother's name I nodded my head eagerly. Oh yes, I knew North! He was arrogant and bothersome, but he was my brother. Though I did have a job to do: find the heart. That was the most important of it all. I couldn't be hindered or helped by any of my siblings.
But knowing where they were made it easier to avoid them. And if she saw North, and knew North, I assumed he was closer then I thought...
I was glad she knew my name, though.
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Post by Bhu ♥ Irwin on Mar 9, 2012 18:40:19 GMT -5
At her eager responce, I smiled broadly. Oh, then I could be of some use! I could reunite the children! However, being the selfish little demon I was, I found no true pleasure in refinding North. Neither had parents and my instinct screamed to care for bastard children. Even if they were little wenches, like North. This young lady would justify it for me. The family of four could be reunited, and then I could help find them a more permenant situation. Maybe Akando.
"Alas, then we should be heading where I last saw him." I climbed up to stand steadily upon my paws, glancing downward in concern to the girl. I knew she was smarter. I knew she could help me more than I could help her. And yet, I felt I had to play mommy. What kind of world allows the adult be the hindrance to the child?
OOC//: It is as difficult to RP with a mute character, as it was when I actually played a mute character, lol! I'm so, so braindead....Has Ily ever mentioned whom/what the heart would be? |
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Post by Bokor on Mar 26, 2012 20:41:20 GMT -5
BokorI`m a million contradictions It was quiet, except for the voices. Those damn woman, always talking to themselves, complaining about their petty little desires and concerns. Asking Dio why things are not perfect. Screw them. Screw them and their unfortunate god with no hands. No eyes. No spine. The woman knew nothing, nor did the men. They thought they did, but it was all an illusion.
But I was real. They could touch me.
My paws trotted forward, face curved into the endless smile. "My children, my dear children." The adult would surely tense, so I waved a paw of assurance. She would ignore it. Ah, typical mortal and their mistrust. But the child, surely she would know greatness when her eyes laid upon me. The faith of a child can see through the world's diluding mists. I gave her a charming smile.
It was the children that I loved the most. With a child comes hope. It was in their eyes that I saw complete trust, even as I pulled a claw across their life. They knew I did it with love. The adults, however, always had that sense of regret as the final string was cut. They questioned.
I hate questions.
Did they want to have peace in this world or not? The kids had faith in the future; they knew the gods would not allow those worthy to suffer. But the adults...the adults were so accostomed to pain that they did not understand that there was another way. I knew that other way. I knew it was possible to be saved. I had been dubbed a sacrafice, and yet the poison had not killed me. I knew the gods would save them because I was one of those who would do the saving.
All the gods asked for was a little blood. A little payment to show who truley would do anything for their chance at peace. Was that so much to ask?
"Hello, sweetheart." I mewed a soft welcome to the child, my eyes not caring at all for the lioness. She would surely be scowling, hating me, mistrusting me. Judging me.
Ah, but it was I who was to judge her.
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Post by Kunabee on Mar 27, 2012 10:55:44 GMT -5
South
I began to shook my head, wishing I could tell her my intentions, but I could not. Then another came. And he said hello. Called us his children.
And he was more of an arrogant ba**** then North. I instantly disliked him. I made a growling noise, clawing at the paw he extended at me.
'Don't call me sweetheart,' I thought, wishing I could rip out his fat, ugly, arrogant throat. I disliked him very, very much. And I knew he would feel surprise at how I acted. I felt a twisted pleasure at causing him surprise and discomfort.
He would be a holier-then-thou ba****, and I felt in my soul that Yanamai would need to be protected. He could not fall for his ways. His ways would be more sophisticated and subtle then North, him being older, and he would have to be watched.
I liked this lioness; she was a good person, offering help despite the fact she would want to claw off my brother's ears.
But this lion, he was most assuredly worse then North, and I could not fall for his acts. If I fell for North's, at least he was my brother.
((wooc)) No, Ily hasn't mentioned anything about who the heart is.
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Post by Bhu ♥ Irwin on Mar 27, 2012 13:23:35 GMT -5
I was proud of my sweet cub. It was in my nature to loath violence, but at least she was wise enough not to let those smiles tie her up and carry her away as a captive. I had seen children get swayed in their logic by the Folami. The canine brutes would whisper sweet lulabies, luring the children into their agape mouths. This man was no different, I was sure. A feeder of the weaker ages, those too innocent.
He could only be surprised when a child doesn't trust.
And yet, somehow, I refrained from showing disgust at his arrogance. My heart wanted to believe in something, it wanted someone kind to rely on. Someone kind and strong. I wanted to lean on something real, more than just some mist in the sky. Why were we his children? Only Dio had rights to dub us all his beloveds. But here this man did. Was he another profit? Or a demon disgused as one? How could one know for sure? What is life without risk?
"Sir, do not lay a paw upon that child's head." I scowled the words as I tensly moved closer to South. The man had not gestured in a threatening way towards the child, but I would be no guardian if I did not take extra precautions for the mute child. I wanted this man to be a hero, but I would have to hold him as a villian while more than my own blood lay on the cliff's fragile edge.
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Post by Bokor on Mar 27, 2012 18:57:56 GMT -5
The tides have turned.
I watched the child hiss away my kindness, but the adult had an image of conflict. With a demented little grin, I moved in closer to the woman, having found the vulnerable prey of the two. Ignoring the child, I inched forward and laced my tail along the lioness' snout, dancing my paws around her form to the beat of the earth's pulse. "The child is of no concern to you, lioness. She is not your's."
Pulling away, I moved to be nose to nose with the woman, then glanced towards at the small kitten. The gods held no favortism, they wished all to have a chance to redemption. "You both have been dealt an bad hand of cards, aye?" I shot each woman a charming smile, whickedly evil and yet reasurringly kind. "Dio is so unjust." I spoke of the fables this land had conjured up. What fools could see a baboon and follow him as a god? Most everyone was that kind of fool.
But not I. And I dared to let the world know.
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Post by Kunabee on Apr 13, 2012 19:35:44 GMT -5
South
Da**, this guy was even more an idiot then I thought. I clawed at his tail, trying to get him away from the able-to-be-swayed Yanamai. I didn't like how he was going about persuading her. If he had some distance...
I, however, did agree with the fact I was not her child. I was the child of my father; and North was my leader and champion. And then the ba**** had the nerve to go on. He said we had been dealt a bad hand of cards. I snorted. Adults and their assuming. They were worse then children. At least we children had an open mind. It was one of the many reasons why I wished to never grow up. I was proud to be a child; even prouder to be a knowledgeable child.
And Dio? I rolled my eyes. I had no belief in him. Sure, perhaps he existed; I could admit that much. It was possible. But my father was the god of my world; eventually it would be my brother. That was the way it was, and I had no bad hand of cards.
I could not say as much for Yanami, however.
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