Post by Shomoro on Jun 7, 2008 4:23:31 GMT -5
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Mizuka, King of Kivuli
Sammar, Guard of Kivuli, Jinjin'tau Royal Bodyguard
Kivuli - Cliff
Sammar hasn't seen Mizuka much the past few days-- then, he's been lurking again, sulking more or less and trying tofind Ndalia to -- what? He doesn't know. But being on his own is, well, -lonely-, so here he is again, coming striding towards the main cave, and maybe the king will be there and can tell him what happened. Certainly the rest of the pride seems quiet-- Kivuli and the Jinjin'tau both.
In fact, the king is here--and, as might be expected, he's not exactly in the best of spirits. He's laid himself out in the entrance to the cavern, and he's staring off at the horizon with distant eyes. His breathing sounds a little laboured, as though he's been running, but he doesn't look particularly dishevelled. His ears flick, perhaps alerted to the presence of another by some rasp of paws against stone. After a minute he rolls his head to the side a little, but doesn't lift it up.
Mizuka doesn't look well-- "Is Khamisa doing poorly again?" unusually selfless, the question-- first thing -isn't- about Sammar! He doesn't see the king's knight around, but-- that doesn't mean much; Kisehemu could be inside the cave. The again, the damp day -is- very humid-- and that'd make him flop around on his stomach too. He comes over to try to nudges his face against Mizuka's.
Those ears pin back, and Mizuka looks away again after a minute, still not pulling his head up. "She's fine." His voice is an uncharacteristic rumble, and his eyes have slipped shut. They don't open again until Sammar nudges him; then he finally does shift, rolling further onto his side. "...I haven't seen Ndalia," he adds tiredly. "Not since the coronation. I don't think she liked my announcement terribly much." What he did was irreversible; you'd think he'd be more upset about it, or at least anxious about the repercussions it's had on both prides, but he seems largely unbothered. If Kisehemu's nearby, he's nowhere in sight.
Sammar slides to his belly beside the other cat, eyeing him sidelong. "You think she maybe didn't?" he's clunky with sarcasm. "I haven't seen her in a few days, though." Not least because he's been hiding about ,mostly. "How did the other s react?" he lays his head on his paws a moment, only to lift it, shifting, stretching a little.
Mizuka inhales, then lets out the breath in a soft, but very firm, snort. The corners of his muzzle have tipped up a little, though. Not only is he unbothered, but he almost seems amused. "Kisehemu almost boxed my ears when we got back inside." He murmurs it, as rough as his voice is. "Don't think he liked it very much either. Said it was a dangerous thing to do. Khamisa's been supportive. Whatever anyone else is thinking, they're keeping their mouths shut." A small silence stretches between them before he goes on. "...I'm sorry she took it so badly. I told her that if the two of you would be happy together, I'd be fine with it. That's when she stormed off. I thought she'd be pleased."
There's something rattly in Mizuka's voice, like he's been shouting for awhile, but-- not not quite. Sammar stretches his neck outto lick the other's ear. "I did -too-. So -that's- it. I don't--m aybe she's not interested -after- all. Or she found someone else." His lips lift, at that, histeeth flashing.
That ear gives a little twitch, but it doesn't flatten again. After a minute, in fact, he leans over a bit to rest his back against Sammar's side. He's not overly tactile most of the time; perhaps he's feeling too tired to care, or maybe the whole thing is bothering him more than he lets on. "Well, if she /did/ find somebody else, it isn't me." His tail gives a single lash, possibly hitting the other lion's flanks in the process, and then goes still. "And if she did, it won't do for either of us," Mizuka grumbles. "Her first litter is to be mine. I won't raise a bastard child to inherit my throne."
Sammar leaaaans back in turn, resting against Mizuka's own weight. "Well, could anyone but you really tell it was a bastard?" still, he understands, and he gives the other's ear another lick. "I suppose if she falls pregnant you'll know, won't you?" glum, unhappy for -both- of them, and his flank twitches when that tail thumps against it.
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. But /I'd/ know." His nose wrinkles, drawing his lip up to reveal the faintest gleam of teeth. "We haven't," pause, "consummated anything, yet. So...yes, if she falls pregnant I will know." For the past few minutes, Mizuka's head has been hovering off the ground; it's probably quite a surprise when it drops bonelessly across the other's forelegs, in a way that's rather eerily reminiscent of Amahl during one of his faint spells. Still, even though his breathing is rather wheezy, the king doesn't appear too concerned.
It's the suddenness of it, and the similarity, that make Sammar twinge with unease. "Tired, are yuo?" he wants to know. As he asks it, he's nosing the king's head, inhaling, trying to catch any scent of wrongness he can-- but he wasn't able to smell anythingo ff about Amahl, either.
In fact, there /is/ a faint odour of wrongness that clings to his fur--it's hard to place, just something subtlely off about his scent. "No." It's a bold-faced lie; Mizuka's eyes are shut again. "...I'm feeling a little under the weather," he admits eventually. "I think it's this damned humidity." It /has/ been raining a lot, still; at this point, well after the initial relief of it, and the explosion of vibrant, green life all over Kivuli, the wet season has ceased to be something marvellous and has since just gotten irritating.
Sammar sniffs again, and then begins to groom Mizuka's mane, his back, with care, trying to remove that scent. It's Khamisa, probably. "Probably," he agrees. "Probably doesn't agree with Ndalia either. She should have said more, at the ceremony. Given out pride a proper send-off." He's casually touchy, placing his paw over Mizuka's back.
The smaller lion grunts vaguely in response, giving himself a stretch before going limp again. "I'm surprised that she had nothing to say. I'd expected rather more--I was underneath the impression that she'd been trained for her position." This is, more than likely, the sort of thing he only discusses with Kisehemu; the two of them seem close, and it's doubtful that they /don't/ talk about such personal matters. But Mizuka is apparently comfortable enough to talk about them with Sammar too, now. It seems strange, given the opportunities for hostility that had been placed between them, but certainly they've spoken more than any other Kivuli and Jinjin'tau lions. And they had come to an agreement about Ndalia, even if it seems jeopardised now. "...I wonder who it could be...?" His voice is low, having dropped a few octaves, and he doesn't protest the grooming or that paw over his back.
"Maybe your knight, maybe he's off with her -right now-," Sammar is -trying- to be funny. It's odd: he -does- like the king-- more than a little. Hadn't thought that'd happen at -all-. He settles in to groom, then, huffing out a long braeth. "I have -no- idea. What knights d'you know who've seemed skittish?"
It earns him another snort, this one rather louder. "It's not /him/, I assure you. Perhaps it's one of /your/ guards." Sammar brought at least one other male, didn't he? "But if she's having a torrid affair with somebody, it's probably Atreyu. He has a way with the lionesses." Judging by the annoyance in his voice, he doesn't mean that in a good way. He remembers all too well having to chase his brother who'd gone off after some female in their adolescence. "They've all seemed perfectly fine, though. It might be a rogue." That scent won't come off, and Mizuka still hasn't opened his eyes, apparently trusting those big jaws so close to the back of his neck--not as vulnerable as his throat, and he does have a mane to shield him somewhat, but it's still a remarkable show of good faith. And what he says next is an equally remarkable show of good will, an offer of friendship. "...Get behind my ears, won't you? Kisehemu says they're always dirty." His voice has slowed down; he seems almost on the verge of drifting off, his breath rattling quietly in his lungs.
"Pfeh." He's disgusted on the surface but oh, inside he's tense, and his raspy tongue is rougher for a few moments. "Might be," grumbling it out. "I'll find out." There's a note of threat to it. That request, and he huffs, lightening a little. "All right," and does just that, grooming behind Mizuka's ears, more gentle now, as the other drifts off to sleep.
The king does, in fact, doze off after a little while. It's hard to say how long, exactly, but from the shift in his uncertain breathing it's no more than a few minutes. Liar. He must have been /exhausted/.
Mizuka, King of Kivuli
Sammar, Guard of Kivuli, Jinjin'tau Royal Bodyguard
Kivuli - Cliff
Sammar hasn't seen Mizuka much the past few days-- then, he's been lurking again, sulking more or less and trying tofind Ndalia to -- what? He doesn't know. But being on his own is, well, -lonely-, so here he is again, coming striding towards the main cave, and maybe the king will be there and can tell him what happened. Certainly the rest of the pride seems quiet-- Kivuli and the Jinjin'tau both.
In fact, the king is here--and, as might be expected, he's not exactly in the best of spirits. He's laid himself out in the entrance to the cavern, and he's staring off at the horizon with distant eyes. His breathing sounds a little laboured, as though he's been running, but he doesn't look particularly dishevelled. His ears flick, perhaps alerted to the presence of another by some rasp of paws against stone. After a minute he rolls his head to the side a little, but doesn't lift it up.
Mizuka doesn't look well-- "Is Khamisa doing poorly again?" unusually selfless, the question-- first thing -isn't- about Sammar! He doesn't see the king's knight around, but-- that doesn't mean much; Kisehemu could be inside the cave. The again, the damp day -is- very humid-- and that'd make him flop around on his stomach too. He comes over to try to nudges his face against Mizuka's.
Those ears pin back, and Mizuka looks away again after a minute, still not pulling his head up. "She's fine." His voice is an uncharacteristic rumble, and his eyes have slipped shut. They don't open again until Sammar nudges him; then he finally does shift, rolling further onto his side. "...I haven't seen Ndalia," he adds tiredly. "Not since the coronation. I don't think she liked my announcement terribly much." What he did was irreversible; you'd think he'd be more upset about it, or at least anxious about the repercussions it's had on both prides, but he seems largely unbothered. If Kisehemu's nearby, he's nowhere in sight.
Sammar slides to his belly beside the other cat, eyeing him sidelong. "You think she maybe didn't?" he's clunky with sarcasm. "I haven't seen her in a few days, though." Not least because he's been hiding about ,mostly. "How did the other s react?" he lays his head on his paws a moment, only to lift it, shifting, stretching a little.
Mizuka inhales, then lets out the breath in a soft, but very firm, snort. The corners of his muzzle have tipped up a little, though. Not only is he unbothered, but he almost seems amused. "Kisehemu almost boxed my ears when we got back inside." He murmurs it, as rough as his voice is. "Don't think he liked it very much either. Said it was a dangerous thing to do. Khamisa's been supportive. Whatever anyone else is thinking, they're keeping their mouths shut." A small silence stretches between them before he goes on. "...I'm sorry she took it so badly. I told her that if the two of you would be happy together, I'd be fine with it. That's when she stormed off. I thought she'd be pleased."
There's something rattly in Mizuka's voice, like he's been shouting for awhile, but-- not not quite. Sammar stretches his neck outto lick the other's ear. "I did -too-. So -that's- it. I don't--m aybe she's not interested -after- all. Or she found someone else." His lips lift, at that, histeeth flashing.
That ear gives a little twitch, but it doesn't flatten again. After a minute, in fact, he leans over a bit to rest his back against Sammar's side. He's not overly tactile most of the time; perhaps he's feeling too tired to care, or maybe the whole thing is bothering him more than he lets on. "Well, if she /did/ find somebody else, it isn't me." His tail gives a single lash, possibly hitting the other lion's flanks in the process, and then goes still. "And if she did, it won't do for either of us," Mizuka grumbles. "Her first litter is to be mine. I won't raise a bastard child to inherit my throne."
Sammar leaaaans back in turn, resting against Mizuka's own weight. "Well, could anyone but you really tell it was a bastard?" still, he understands, and he gives the other's ear another lick. "I suppose if she falls pregnant you'll know, won't you?" glum, unhappy for -both- of them, and his flank twitches when that tail thumps against it.
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. But /I'd/ know." His nose wrinkles, drawing his lip up to reveal the faintest gleam of teeth. "We haven't," pause, "consummated anything, yet. So...yes, if she falls pregnant I will know." For the past few minutes, Mizuka's head has been hovering off the ground; it's probably quite a surprise when it drops bonelessly across the other's forelegs, in a way that's rather eerily reminiscent of Amahl during one of his faint spells. Still, even though his breathing is rather wheezy, the king doesn't appear too concerned.
It's the suddenness of it, and the similarity, that make Sammar twinge with unease. "Tired, are yuo?" he wants to know. As he asks it, he's nosing the king's head, inhaling, trying to catch any scent of wrongness he can-- but he wasn't able to smell anythingo ff about Amahl, either.
In fact, there /is/ a faint odour of wrongness that clings to his fur--it's hard to place, just something subtlely off about his scent. "No." It's a bold-faced lie; Mizuka's eyes are shut again. "...I'm feeling a little under the weather," he admits eventually. "I think it's this damned humidity." It /has/ been raining a lot, still; at this point, well after the initial relief of it, and the explosion of vibrant, green life all over Kivuli, the wet season has ceased to be something marvellous and has since just gotten irritating.
Sammar sniffs again, and then begins to groom Mizuka's mane, his back, with care, trying to remove that scent. It's Khamisa, probably. "Probably," he agrees. "Probably doesn't agree with Ndalia either. She should have said more, at the ceremony. Given out pride a proper send-off." He's casually touchy, placing his paw over Mizuka's back.
The smaller lion grunts vaguely in response, giving himself a stretch before going limp again. "I'm surprised that she had nothing to say. I'd expected rather more--I was underneath the impression that she'd been trained for her position." This is, more than likely, the sort of thing he only discusses with Kisehemu; the two of them seem close, and it's doubtful that they /don't/ talk about such personal matters. But Mizuka is apparently comfortable enough to talk about them with Sammar too, now. It seems strange, given the opportunities for hostility that had been placed between them, but certainly they've spoken more than any other Kivuli and Jinjin'tau lions. And they had come to an agreement about Ndalia, even if it seems jeopardised now. "...I wonder who it could be...?" His voice is low, having dropped a few octaves, and he doesn't protest the grooming or that paw over his back.
"Maybe your knight, maybe he's off with her -right now-," Sammar is -trying- to be funny. It's odd: he -does- like the king-- more than a little. Hadn't thought that'd happen at -all-. He settles in to groom, then, huffing out a long braeth. "I have -no- idea. What knights d'you know who've seemed skittish?"
It earns him another snort, this one rather louder. "It's not /him/, I assure you. Perhaps it's one of /your/ guards." Sammar brought at least one other male, didn't he? "But if she's having a torrid affair with somebody, it's probably Atreyu. He has a way with the lionesses." Judging by the annoyance in his voice, he doesn't mean that in a good way. He remembers all too well having to chase his brother who'd gone off after some female in their adolescence. "They've all seemed perfectly fine, though. It might be a rogue." That scent won't come off, and Mizuka still hasn't opened his eyes, apparently trusting those big jaws so close to the back of his neck--not as vulnerable as his throat, and he does have a mane to shield him somewhat, but it's still a remarkable show of good faith. And what he says next is an equally remarkable show of good will, an offer of friendship. "...Get behind my ears, won't you? Kisehemu says they're always dirty." His voice has slowed down; he seems almost on the verge of drifting off, his breath rattling quietly in his lungs.
"Pfeh." He's disgusted on the surface but oh, inside he's tense, and his raspy tongue is rougher for a few moments. "Might be," grumbling it out. "I'll find out." There's a note of threat to it. That request, and he huffs, lightening a little. "All right," and does just that, grooming behind Mizuka's ears, more gentle now, as the other drifts off to sleep.
The king does, in fact, doze off after a little while. It's hard to say how long, exactly, but from the shift in his uncertain breathing it's no more than a few minutes. Liar. He must have been /exhausted/.