Post by Unzumi on Mar 5, 2007 7:18:47 GMT -5
Place: Kivuli - Willow Beach
Time: Day
Members: Seif, Siangamika
Forward: Ronan's sons meet for the first time. (And boy is it not pretty!)
Warnings: Nothing graphic, but I did get a taaaaad snarky.
What's he still doing here? Talking to the ghosts of the past. Or listening to them. Or just being depressed. Either way, the bulky half-barbary lion lays rather lazily in the sand, his back legs sprawled out to one side and his forelegs braced wide, shoulders squared. The sighing willow branches drape across his back, rustling in the slight breeze and toying every so often with his wild mane. Seif's eyes are clouded, both from his yellow and blood dipped bangs but also from the thoughts and memories of long ago. These same visions seem to plague him now, and the lion has little else to do but sit and think, it seems.
There is a lot on his mind left to consider, to decide. As he is so often prone to do, Siangamika has once again left Weupe with the cubs and gone off on his own. Wandering paws help a wandering mind. It is through that sort of logic that Siangamika strays to this part of Kivuli, not somewhere he frequents. Still, it seems peaceful, or so he encompasses in one swift gaze, not really considering that someone else may be here. The breeze blows away from him, towards Seif, keeping Siangamika from catching that indication. Still, he doesn't stray far in, large paws touching along the borders of the sandy shore itself, before he finally sees Seif, brows furrowing slightly that someone else would find so ideal a thinking spot before him. d**n Kivulians.
Being born under this tree, Seif isn't one to give it up lightly, and so the thinking spot title remains with him. Of course, it takes him a few moments to realize that someone has arrived, and it only registers to the outside world as a flick of an ear and a shallow grunt. Slowly, Seif's attention draws away from that inner mind, and he blinks once to finally see the approaching Siangamika. His nose twitches, catching the scent, and he licks his lips with a purposeful, um, purpose. He doesn't know who the arrival is.. but figures it's someone of the Kivuli, someone not related to his father's lineage. HA! *brick*
How totally wrong Seif most certainly is. Siangamika is opposite on both points; granted, he lives in Kivuli, but refuses to be accepted as part of the pride. The Barbary, in his typical pig-headedness, steps forward more, as if considering the idea of vying silently for his own temporary spot here. Yet, as he considers the other lion further, his eyes narrow slightly; there is something all too familiar there. That form, that coloring...there is something that strikes a deep chord within Siangamika. Intrigued and suddenly slightly anxious - though he knows not why - Sianga turns to face the willow-dweller head on, drawing himself closer. "Who are you?" he asks directly, head turning slightly to one side to better scrutinize the other.
At the question, there is a more interested response from the lounging Seif, and his crystal-gray eyes shimmer behind that mask of bangs. He opens his maw to speak, to reply to the newcomer that it is not a welcome gesture to come to someone's home and demand their name, but it doesn't come out. Instead, the lion issues a deep, resonant burr and slides his paws underneath him and pushes himself to his full height. He takes a few steps away from the willow's branches and lets them brush down his hindquarters before he stops. The lion takes a deep breath and finally finds his voice. "I am Seif, son of Ronan the Barbary Lord, and the beautiful Kieleaji." Yeah, soft spot for his mother. His tail tuft twitches gently and he sniffs indignantly. "And what is the name of the lion who demands such information?" Huff.
Manners were never at the forefront of Siangamika's mind; he's more than once proved a lion his size doesn't need to worry about such minor things. Not that he can't be respectable when he wishes. As Seif introduces himself - and his parentage - Siangamika makes the connection. Ronan. He looks so much like his father...their father. Sianga can't help but stare a moment, before a mirthless, deep chuckle issues. He doesn't answer right away, finding this situation all to out of place. "It seems the 'Barbary Lord' must feel like haunting my pawsteps everywhere these days," Siangamika drawls, moving to survey Seif from the side, moving leisurely. "You're almost a spitting image." His claws itch in familiarity, the sensation that once plagued him returning with the comparison of Seif.
The lion lifts his head, his eyes narrowing dangerously as Siangamika prattles on. Ears slick back in mild irritation, and Seif's muscles slowly begin to tense in readiness; he's not the sanest creature, either. He issues a snort, but then something stops him a moment. He stares. Hard. Then there is that slow recognition that seeps into his mind; he met Unzumi, a few times when he was younger. But. Ronan never told him about that liaison, it seems. And you will be the spitting image of your dead mother if you're not careful. Thank the SKIES he didn't say that out loud. Seif rumbles audibly, and regards Siangamika with a level stare. "What he haunts is your all too vivid imagination. What do you have against -my- father." Snort. Upstart.
"I've /everything/ against him," Siangamika intones dryly. Should he relive the old anger, the old disturbance that should have died with Ronan? Sighing heavily with the thought, Siangamika's demeanor changes as he sits back on his haunches. He seems to grow older, solemn, as though the weight of his thoughts prematurely age him. "For one," he begins, staring intently at Seif once again, "How he never was around when I was young." The lion shrugs, as if nonchalant about such an issue, "But that's dead and gone, with /our/ father. And good riddance." Never mind the little twinge of regret that bites at him with such a phrase.
Mirroring his apparent half-brother, Seif slowly eases himself back on his haunches and stares at the lion at his sudden shift. Hmm. Seems like he's not the only one with some scores to settle, but Siangamika's seems a little more convoluted. The breeze tussles his mane, but Seif makes no move to fix it as his mouth gently curls upward and his words slip through his teeth, "Ronan was exiled from these lands when I was born. I grew without him, either. Yet I do not hate him for that. It is a wonder you should, but I have not lived your life." He chuffs, rolling his shoulder in a slight shrug, "But what is the son of Unzumi doing in this quiet place, mm?"
Convoluted, yes, but life has its own ways of shaping certain things. If only such a small problem where the only one he had with Ronan; Unzumi saw to other things. "What indeed?" Siangamika asks in repeat, tone musing, though he certainly knows what. But he won't let on to such things, not here and now. Maybe later, if Seif proves to think along the same lines. "Eris spoke of other siblings here, but she and Lutalo where the only ones I had known of previous," Siangamika states, drawing the topic of conversation on a path different from where it might have gone otherwise. "I don't recall ever seeing you about Kivuli, if it comes down to it."
Seif's eyes narrow slightly at the mention of his younger sisters, and part of him would like nothing better than to tear out the throat of this arrogant bastard for even coming near them. Snort. Still, he manages to keep that part in check, but he doesn't particularly like where this might be going. The lion lifts his head and stares at his sudden (and irritating) half-brother, "I am Ronan's first son, Lutalo and Eris are my younger sisters. I have little more to do with the Kivuli than you seem to, though I have remained in these lands of my birth. However, you have many unanswered questions." Pause. "Why are you here." Stare.
Ah, yes, the questions. Siangamika smirks in response, regarding the other with a cool expression before bowing his head slightly, "My apologies." He sounds in no way apologetic, however. "To the first question, I am Siangamika, though if you knew my mother, chances are you knew my name already." Possibly, in any event. There's no telling how information circulates. "As to the second...I've a family, and this is, unfortunately, the safest place for them right now." He divulges no further, content to merely keep it at that.
Snort. So, the son of the psychopath reproduces... Joy. Seif only manages a slight smile that's verging on turning into a sneer, but it disappears too quickly to do much damage. He doesn't like Siagamika; not one bit. How Ronan could've ever fathered that kind of lion is beyond-- Well, maybe not beyond comprehension, but it's certainly disappointing. Seif's ears flick briefly and his tail snakes to his side and curls around his foot paws, its tip tapping gently on his toes. "Very well then." Satisfied, and with nothing else to either glean from his half-brother or divulge to him, Seif falls silent and simply ponders this.. odd chance of fate, fortune, ill omen?
Ill omen? Omen is such a strong word... Ah, but if Seif only knew what further things were beyond what Siangamika has easily spoke of. Siangamika rolls his shoulders, glancing about before shaking his head, "An interesting meeting...chance, you think?" He doesn't ask in hopes of an answer, obviously thinking along the same lines, but with less import behind his thoughts. "Still," the Barbary intones again, climbing back to his paws, "I have interrupted your...solitude here. I suppose I should excuse myself and leave the same way I came." As if to illustrate this statement, Siangamika turns abruptly, meandering off at the same pace as he came before, pausing to look around his shoulder, "It was...interesting." Not a pleasure, however.
"Interesting, indeed," Seif mutters in reply, not caring whether or not Siangamika has heard him. No, he's no half-brother. He's a wad of jerk. The lion watches his company part, gladly, and turns himself to brush again through the willow branches and plunk his butt right back into his thinking spot. Seems now, he churrs, I have much more to think on.
Time: Day
Members: Seif, Siangamika
Forward: Ronan's sons meet for the first time. (And boy is it not pretty!)
Warnings: Nothing graphic, but I did get a taaaaad snarky.
What's he still doing here? Talking to the ghosts of the past. Or listening to them. Or just being depressed. Either way, the bulky half-barbary lion lays rather lazily in the sand, his back legs sprawled out to one side and his forelegs braced wide, shoulders squared. The sighing willow branches drape across his back, rustling in the slight breeze and toying every so often with his wild mane. Seif's eyes are clouded, both from his yellow and blood dipped bangs but also from the thoughts and memories of long ago. These same visions seem to plague him now, and the lion has little else to do but sit and think, it seems.
There is a lot on his mind left to consider, to decide. As he is so often prone to do, Siangamika has once again left Weupe with the cubs and gone off on his own. Wandering paws help a wandering mind. It is through that sort of logic that Siangamika strays to this part of Kivuli, not somewhere he frequents. Still, it seems peaceful, or so he encompasses in one swift gaze, not really considering that someone else may be here. The breeze blows away from him, towards Seif, keeping Siangamika from catching that indication. Still, he doesn't stray far in, large paws touching along the borders of the sandy shore itself, before he finally sees Seif, brows furrowing slightly that someone else would find so ideal a thinking spot before him. d**n Kivulians.
Being born under this tree, Seif isn't one to give it up lightly, and so the thinking spot title remains with him. Of course, it takes him a few moments to realize that someone has arrived, and it only registers to the outside world as a flick of an ear and a shallow grunt. Slowly, Seif's attention draws away from that inner mind, and he blinks once to finally see the approaching Siangamika. His nose twitches, catching the scent, and he licks his lips with a purposeful, um, purpose. He doesn't know who the arrival is.. but figures it's someone of the Kivuli, someone not related to his father's lineage. HA! *brick*
How totally wrong Seif most certainly is. Siangamika is opposite on both points; granted, he lives in Kivuli, but refuses to be accepted as part of the pride. The Barbary, in his typical pig-headedness, steps forward more, as if considering the idea of vying silently for his own temporary spot here. Yet, as he considers the other lion further, his eyes narrow slightly; there is something all too familiar there. That form, that coloring...there is something that strikes a deep chord within Siangamika. Intrigued and suddenly slightly anxious - though he knows not why - Sianga turns to face the willow-dweller head on, drawing himself closer. "Who are you?" he asks directly, head turning slightly to one side to better scrutinize the other.
At the question, there is a more interested response from the lounging Seif, and his crystal-gray eyes shimmer behind that mask of bangs. He opens his maw to speak, to reply to the newcomer that it is not a welcome gesture to come to someone's home and demand their name, but it doesn't come out. Instead, the lion issues a deep, resonant burr and slides his paws underneath him and pushes himself to his full height. He takes a few steps away from the willow's branches and lets them brush down his hindquarters before he stops. The lion takes a deep breath and finally finds his voice. "I am Seif, son of Ronan the Barbary Lord, and the beautiful Kieleaji." Yeah, soft spot for his mother. His tail tuft twitches gently and he sniffs indignantly. "And what is the name of the lion who demands such information?" Huff.
Manners were never at the forefront of Siangamika's mind; he's more than once proved a lion his size doesn't need to worry about such minor things. Not that he can't be respectable when he wishes. As Seif introduces himself - and his parentage - Siangamika makes the connection. Ronan. He looks so much like his father...their father. Sianga can't help but stare a moment, before a mirthless, deep chuckle issues. He doesn't answer right away, finding this situation all to out of place. "It seems the 'Barbary Lord' must feel like haunting my pawsteps everywhere these days," Siangamika drawls, moving to survey Seif from the side, moving leisurely. "You're almost a spitting image." His claws itch in familiarity, the sensation that once plagued him returning with the comparison of Seif.
The lion lifts his head, his eyes narrowing dangerously as Siangamika prattles on. Ears slick back in mild irritation, and Seif's muscles slowly begin to tense in readiness; he's not the sanest creature, either. He issues a snort, but then something stops him a moment. He stares. Hard. Then there is that slow recognition that seeps into his mind; he met Unzumi, a few times when he was younger. But. Ronan never told him about that liaison, it seems. And you will be the spitting image of your dead mother if you're not careful. Thank the SKIES he didn't say that out loud. Seif rumbles audibly, and regards Siangamika with a level stare. "What he haunts is your all too vivid imagination. What do you have against -my- father." Snort. Upstart.
"I've /everything/ against him," Siangamika intones dryly. Should he relive the old anger, the old disturbance that should have died with Ronan? Sighing heavily with the thought, Siangamika's demeanor changes as he sits back on his haunches. He seems to grow older, solemn, as though the weight of his thoughts prematurely age him. "For one," he begins, staring intently at Seif once again, "How he never was around when I was young." The lion shrugs, as if nonchalant about such an issue, "But that's dead and gone, with /our/ father. And good riddance." Never mind the little twinge of regret that bites at him with such a phrase.
Mirroring his apparent half-brother, Seif slowly eases himself back on his haunches and stares at the lion at his sudden shift. Hmm. Seems like he's not the only one with some scores to settle, but Siangamika's seems a little more convoluted. The breeze tussles his mane, but Seif makes no move to fix it as his mouth gently curls upward and his words slip through his teeth, "Ronan was exiled from these lands when I was born. I grew without him, either. Yet I do not hate him for that. It is a wonder you should, but I have not lived your life." He chuffs, rolling his shoulder in a slight shrug, "But what is the son of Unzumi doing in this quiet place, mm?"
Convoluted, yes, but life has its own ways of shaping certain things. If only such a small problem where the only one he had with Ronan; Unzumi saw to other things. "What indeed?" Siangamika asks in repeat, tone musing, though he certainly knows what. But he won't let on to such things, not here and now. Maybe later, if Seif proves to think along the same lines. "Eris spoke of other siblings here, but she and Lutalo where the only ones I had known of previous," Siangamika states, drawing the topic of conversation on a path different from where it might have gone otherwise. "I don't recall ever seeing you about Kivuli, if it comes down to it."
Seif's eyes narrow slightly at the mention of his younger sisters, and part of him would like nothing better than to tear out the throat of this arrogant bastard for even coming near them. Snort. Still, he manages to keep that part in check, but he doesn't particularly like where this might be going. The lion lifts his head and stares at his sudden (and irritating) half-brother, "I am Ronan's first son, Lutalo and Eris are my younger sisters. I have little more to do with the Kivuli than you seem to, though I have remained in these lands of my birth. However, you have many unanswered questions." Pause. "Why are you here." Stare.
Ah, yes, the questions. Siangamika smirks in response, regarding the other with a cool expression before bowing his head slightly, "My apologies." He sounds in no way apologetic, however. "To the first question, I am Siangamika, though if you knew my mother, chances are you knew my name already." Possibly, in any event. There's no telling how information circulates. "As to the second...I've a family, and this is, unfortunately, the safest place for them right now." He divulges no further, content to merely keep it at that.
Snort. So, the son of the psychopath reproduces... Joy. Seif only manages a slight smile that's verging on turning into a sneer, but it disappears too quickly to do much damage. He doesn't like Siagamika; not one bit. How Ronan could've ever fathered that kind of lion is beyond-- Well, maybe not beyond comprehension, but it's certainly disappointing. Seif's ears flick briefly and his tail snakes to his side and curls around his foot paws, its tip tapping gently on his toes. "Very well then." Satisfied, and with nothing else to either glean from his half-brother or divulge to him, Seif falls silent and simply ponders this.. odd chance of fate, fortune, ill omen?
Ill omen? Omen is such a strong word... Ah, but if Seif only knew what further things were beyond what Siangamika has easily spoke of. Siangamika rolls his shoulders, glancing about before shaking his head, "An interesting meeting...chance, you think?" He doesn't ask in hopes of an answer, obviously thinking along the same lines, but with less import behind his thoughts. "Still," the Barbary intones again, climbing back to his paws, "I have interrupted your...solitude here. I suppose I should excuse myself and leave the same way I came." As if to illustrate this statement, Siangamika turns abruptly, meandering off at the same pace as he came before, pausing to look around his shoulder, "It was...interesting." Not a pleasure, however.
"Interesting, indeed," Seif mutters in reply, not caring whether or not Siangamika has heard him. No, he's no half-brother. He's a wad of jerk. The lion watches his company part, gladly, and turns himself to brush again through the willow branches and plunk his butt right back into his thinking spot. Seems now, he churrs, I have much more to think on.
