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Let Me Read You a Story, Let Me Read You a Romance Sept 5, 2019 0:10:00 GMT

Post by Iseult on Sept 5, 2019 0:10:00 GMT

(~~I will read, you will listen and this terrible night will pass~~ Jan 29th, closed to Mzuka + around mid-morning)

Ahh, Sherwood. A vast expanse of trees and plants, and the most recent stop on Iseult’s journey. Truth be told, it hadn’t been planned but it had been raining recently and well, she wasn’t going to subject herself or her daughters to travelling in the rain and getting sick from it. As a result, the group had remained within the forest over the last few days.

So far it had been a slow day, to the point where time itself trickled down and silver clouds hung over the sun. It seemed nature itself felt lazy, and Iseult couldn’t blame it. As much as they wanted to laze and sleep in the shade, they had duties to perform. Mostly feeding themselves and their daughters. So with a fair degree of reluctance, they pulled themselves away from their resting spot and stalked off into the shrubbery. During her hunt, however Iseult had caught the scent of a stranger, and naturally she desired to chase them away to keep them away from her kids. The silver lion was many things, but they were not a fool. They knew what strangers did to prides of lionesses and their cubs, and they absolutely[/b] refused to let that fate befall their daughters.

Unsurprisingly, they prowled around the area, having since returned to their daughters with a fat little pheasant to eat and instructions to stay hidden while they were gone. With a low growl, Iseult’s eyes darted left and right while they searched for the stranger. Come out, come out.

As they entered a clearing, silver ears pricked up, that was when they saw the stranger. But then again, it was quite hard not to.

Fluffy, snow-white fur stuck out amongst the green backdrop of the forest like a beacon. Iseult paused, frozen in shock. He was… He looked like them. Their eyes widened, a clear indication that the silver lion was taken aback. Iseult had never seen anyone who resembled them before- even their biological parents looked almost completely different in comparison. Of course, just because they shared a similar colouration didn’t diminish the fact that the stranger could be some kind of threat. So with her trademark scowl, she approached. However, if the stranger (or anyone else for that matter) saw her, then they would be able to spot the caution in their demeanour.

“What are you doing?” She questioned as crimson eyes flicked up and down Mzuka’s form, examining him and trying to infer his intentions.

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Let Me Read You a Story, Let Me Read You a Romance Sept 17, 2019 0:09:16 GMT

Post by Mzuka on Sept 17, 2019 0:09:16 GMT

Much like Giselle had done the other day, this new voice nearly scared Mzuka out of his skin.

Unlike the other day, however, he had been scared out of his sleep.

The white lion had been dozing in a sunny patch -- sleeping off breakfast, as there was not much else for him to do. And, if he was being honest with himself, being in Sherwood put him at ease. Though nothing could compare to the night sky in the Pridelands, for the time being, having the cover of the trees made him feel safe. Secure. But as soon as the scent of lion filled his nose, his heart began to race. Blue eyes shot open, and he immediately leaped to his feet to assume a more defensive position. Hindquarters in the air, he puffed up his mane -- but his facial expression told a different story.

No, he wasn't coming across as intimidating. He was veritably frightened.

Mzuka's first thought was that someone from the Pride had sent a scout to trail him. Were that the case, it would have been a very underhanded move. Not something he would put past his father, that was for sure. But it quickly registered with him, as sleep dissipated from his brain and he stood his ground fast, that he had never seen this lion before. Much like he was, they were an unusual sort. Red eyes, silver fur, and a... missing leg? This was definitely a stranger.

And they were, without a doubt, on the precipice of a fight over this strange land.

He cleared his throat, relaxing his position a bit, but expression loosening into something more stern -- or at least, trying to pass for stern.

"I -- I'm sleeping here. Is what I'm doing. That's all." His tone was soft. If they were expecting ferocity, they were going to be sorely disappointed. But just because he wasn't dominant in his speech didn't mean he wasn't going to try and defend himself. He liked this place. Despite the sneaking suspicion lingering in the back of his mind, he wasn't going to allow himself to be chased out of here by one lioness. Surely the forest was big enough for both of their hunts?

"If I may -- where did you come from?" The question seemed to spill out of him before he could stop it, but he figured there was no harm in asking. And beyond the courtesy of the question, assurance was what he craved. "You're a long way from the Pridelands."

I'm on my way -- look, Mama, on my own!
I lost my way; that was just an episode.
I'm on my way, off to worlds I've never known.
I'm looking for my road.

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Let Me Read You a Story, Let Me Read You a Romance Sept 17, 2019 10:37:07 GMT

Post by Iseult on Sept 17, 2019 10:37:07 GMT

Instead of being met with some kind of fearsome rogue male, Iseult was met with one of the scared-awake variety. However, just because he was scared didn’t mean that she would lower her guard, or put away her claws for that matter. Mzuka was still bigger than her, and potentially stronger- no matter what his fluffed up mane and eyes expressed. The potential for a fight was very much evident, and needless to say Iseult would not back down from one- especially if it meant protecting their daughters from this stranger. But then he did something that they never would have expected from a rogue male: Mzuka attempted to diffuse the situation.

He answered their question.

The prospect of a fight was apparently undesirable to him, something almost unfathomable to Iseult. In their experience, rogue males never stopped to do anything that wasn’t immediately attacking the other party. So, Iseult’s scowl deepend as they mulled over his words. The story of him sleeping him there checked out, having seen him literally get woken up minutes ago from sheer fear alone. And so a moment of silence passed between the two lions as Iseult considered their response.

“Alright then.” However, Mzuka wasn’t entirely let off the hook yet. “Enjoy your sleep. But if I catch you with-” Iseult swallowed then, bile bubbling in the back of their throat as the image of Nia or Missy, or worse: both, were fatally harmed by the white lion appeared. “If I catch you hunting two kids… I won’t be nearly as kind.” They growled out the threat, softly but the deadliness within it was apparent. Being chased off would be the least of Mzuka’s worries in that scenario. I will rip you apart if you even touch my kids. Seeming satisfied with her threat, Iseult made the move to turn and return back to her daughters but was stopped in her tracks by the question.

Something softened in her expression, just barely. Not to mention the quick tone with which the question was spoken with tugged at…Something. So, Iseult decided to answer his question. To humour him a little.

“I came from around the area… I’ve been travelling with my kids- we’re rogues.” The answer deliberately had bits and pieces of information omitted as Iseult naturally wasn’t entirely thrilled with the prospect of divulging their entire life-story with a total stranger. And besides, omission allowed others to infer whatever they wanted about the silver lion. To Iseult, the less concrete things creatures knew about them, the better.

However, at the mention of the Pridelands, Iseult raised an interested eyebrow. So, he knew of the Pridelands, hmm? How interesting. Alright, they decided, I’ll bite.

“And so are you. But I don’t think I’ve seen you around the Pridelands.” That much was certainly true. Iseult was certain she’d remember another male lion in the Pridelands, let alone one that looked similar to them. “So, where are you from? And how long have you been alone for?”