.just a f-a-k-e fairytale.

[٭ fireworks]

The heat began to weigh her down, and even though she had grown used to it, it was always there, poking at her and reminding her she needed to drink. Often, as often as she could, otherwise she could shrivel up. The wild was cruel like that, it had no mercy and took prisoners as easy as a fish swims. And most of the time, it would take you alive or dead, it didn’t matter that much.

Her white pelt was designed better for the heat than some of her so - called friends. It trapped less of the heat, making her less hot, but it was still hot, sticky. Her amber coloured orbs gazed out over the stretch of land in front of her, the loved part of the land. Every lion took a trip here, twice, thrice even more, every day. It was the watering hole, filled with cool and refreshing crystal clear liquid, the kind that kept them all alive.

Her paws smacked at the dusty ground lazily, though she held her head high, and flicked her tail almost impatiently. She didn’t want to break out in a run, but she wanted to get there. She wanted water, she was thirsty. It came closer, growing and stretching towards her as she kept up her pace, and soon enough she was there. With a relieved sigh she lay down, her creamy white bodice hitting the dirt and she leaned forward to drink in the life-giving fluids.

It tasted good, and her rough tongue greedily pulled in mouthful after mouthful, and she gulped it down hungrily. But she forced herself to stop, for even in the unbearable heat, it was bad to drink too much. So she got up and pushed herself away from the hole, and rolled over, basking in the warm sunlight that now seemed less hot and more bearable.

{{tagged for ikea:]}}

//315.

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[Ikea]

[»Ikea]

» A deep crumple of grasses echoed through the male’s ears, causing them to flicker, finding the lioness that had interrupted his hidden slumber. He had awoken with a grunt, just to find a blank female moving from the water’s edge, and placing herself down, and nodding off in the afternoon sun. Surely, the day had grown warmer since the golden himself had dozed – it had been the first place he had gone to, after meeting with the matriarch of the Aslana Pride, and being formally accepted under her reign. He turned out to only be the second male, of course, next to her brother, but he was one he had yet to meet. His mind traced back to the basking female, his figure emerging from under the tree of which he was peacefully sleeping. Casting a firm gaze toward her, he soon relaxed, and retreated out of the brush to quench his own thirst.

» He spoke not a word, just quietly pushed himself toward the Watering Hole, where a small band of gazelles were moving away, probably preparing to get away from the arid plains, and move into more lush areas. The autumn, he collected, was peaceful, a time to chance pace, though dry – but it only prepared him for another harsh winter. Not so long ago had he stumbled into the lands, but with purpose; of course, for the resources. He wavered over toward the water hole aways more, before crouching, and releasing his parched tongue from his maw, letting it slip into the cool liquids, and bring life back to his throat. Even afterwards, he continued lapping the cool waters into his body, awakening him with energy – much like natural caffeine. Though, after he took his gaze from the water below him, it was transferred back to the white lioness that seemed to luxuriously worship the sun. However, he paid no mind, and continued to take more fill of the satisfying drink. “Just another day, no doubt.” He mumbled inwardly, squinting before drinking the fresh liquid further.

» Perhaps later, he would choose to tour further about the lands, but already, the Water Hole was seeming to grow interesting enough for his taste. Backing from the sanctuary of savannah life, he traced back toward his sleeping spot, disappearing back behind the rippling grasses, and taking his place behind the cover of shade and indented foliage. Giving a muffled sigh, he rested his head, and once again, attempted to overcome the heat as he had earlier.

[٭ fireworks]

A voice sounded and interrupted her thoughts, ringing through the peaceful silence she had had moments ago. It was light, like she wasn’t supposed to hear it, like the owner of said voice was takling to him or herself, rather then ’Works. One of her pale blue eyes snapped open upon being startled by the voice, and slowly after her other opened to show her the picture. A golden lion, drinking. Not that big of a deal. He was, though, one of the few lions around here; the queen allowed few. It was her brother, this one and there were to be only few more. Two, three maybe if Imara was feeling nice. Lionesses now were a different story. There was quite an abundance of them. Or at least there would be, in time to come.

She rolled over, and blinked a few times, in time to catch rustling in the small bits of shade there were. It would be him, going back to a nice, cooler place. He would want to lie in the refreshing bits of the terrain, rather than the hot, dusty places like her. Natural. She really paid little attention to the surroundings, and having just been accepted into the ranks of the pride, she hadn’t gone around and found any good places. Except for the watering hole, but Fireworks had gone for it first. If you didn’t know where the water was, you might as well be dead.

She stood from her position, and blinked a few more times before stretching out lazily, first forward, then back and flicking her tail a couple of times. Slowly, she started her movements and proceeded towards where the great brujo was lying, her head dipped low as if she were stalking something. Her ears flicked forward as she neared and she raised her head to look over the grass. ’Lo? Fireworks’ own vocal chords were put to use, vibrating to emit from her a light, feminine voice, as she peered over at the male.

One paw raised to part through the grass, then another and another, she made her way through it and stopped when she reached a spot a few feet away from him. Her head turned, and she noticed the grass bending back to it’s original state, standing straight up. Except, of course, for the small bit she was sitting on. I’m Fireworks, i’m new here, to the pride. How about you?

//412.

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[Ikea]

[» the truth]

Since his return to his resting spot, he had become centered, quietly attempting to drift off into sleep once again. He had paid no attention to the white that had lazily sprawled herself in front of the Water Hole, where he had also greedily taken his own drink. However, the trembling of the grasses that surrounded his isolated “paradise” interrupted the silence he held so close, causing an inaudible muffle to escape his chest – obviously, out of annoyance. While still attempting to push himself from the earth, his auds caught the soft sounds of the other, having already peeked her way through the ocean of grasses, and taken her seat. Rising by now, and flexing, his figure retracted back toward its normal appearance, just a calm whisper of a word, though audible, sounded from his maw. Ikea. He cared not to answer her question of how long he’d been about the Pridelands; not that it was confidential, it was just that he was still adapting, and he had no idea of how long it’d be until he was considered ‘old’.

He turned after he stated his identity, to face the lioness that sat in his presence. His gaze however did not fall on her at a first glance; it drifted more toward the flock of birds that flitted off in the distance. Not only did they distract, and annoy him, but also somehow, they had the power to amaze him by their carefree attitudes. Though, soon enough, his sight transfixed on the curious, more petite figure of the teen cat. By her inquiry, she was in the process of trying to progress a chat; beginning with, none other than, a personal introduction, and asking for one in return. Thinking back to before he had given his name, his small segment about ‘how long would it be until he was considered old’, he figured it’d be a puzzling thing for anyone to really think about, therefore, in one huff, he said it aloud, as a follow-up answer to her question. I guess I’m new. How long do you have to be here to be called old? He gave a smirk out toward the rest of the savannah, a small breeze coming in the way of the pair, with it, the pleased sounds of a distanced herd. The unlikely gust hugged around the mane of the brute, forcing him to wince, as if it were a long-lost aunt pinching their nephew’s cheek, telling them how much they’ve grown. Unfortunately, this nephew already knew how he had to act around a community like Aslana.

To further avoid the sunlight, and perhaps, to be more polite to the ‘guest’, the male lowered his frame slowly to the cooler ground, where his figure was shaded by fractured pieces of leaves. He gazed about his situation first, before making eye contact with the white, awaiting his own answer, though in question form, to be answered. This was one of those moments he dreaded; he hadn’t had someone randomly walk in, and begin chatting. Though, one interruption usually led to another, he figured. So serenely, he waited for fate’s next attack.

[٭ fireworks]

He seemed annoyed, and she wasn’t dumb enough to ignore it. She remembered this the whole time, and decided early to back off a bit, lowering her frame to the ground before he did, but holding her head up to make eye contact. He answered Ikea and she gave a light nod, her dull blue eyes staring into his own amber ones. How she wished to look like that, sleek and golden with pretty amber eyes. But no, she had to be white, with dull blue eyes. It was harder for her to hunt; she had no camoflauge and couldn’t blend in with anything.

I’m not sure, but i’ve only been here a few days; no way i’m ’old’. She nodded, and watched as he lowered himself, probably to escape any heat he felt. ’Works felt like an intruder and was thinking about leaving him, because he still seemed somewhat annoyed with her. Slowly, she rose from her lying down position and looked about over the grass. I’ll leave if you’re busy... She spoke lightly, and didn’t look at him, but to her right and over the grasses. She was used to that sort of thing. Alone-time. She always had a lot of it.

{ewwmuch. sorry :/}

//215.

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[Allister]

^{With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.}

With a pelt like sandy snow and eyes like the golden sun she walked, walked that lonely road that had taken her far from what she wanted to call home, but couldn't. It had taken her many sunrises and many moonfalls to find this so-called 'home' of hers. They called it Aslana, the Pride led by a lioness instead of a lion.

She came here upon hearing a story from an elderly lioness, one from a Pride that had told her to leave. The wise feline said there was a Pride far across the horizon that accepted any new lion into their 'family.' 'Go' the lioness told her, 'It may take you many moons, but you will make it. You will find your home.' Since the younger lioness was no longer a cub, but not quite an adult she took the strange lioness' advice and set forth to find this place called Aslana.

"Home" said a quiet voice as she walked across the sun-drenched savannah, "I'm finally... home." A light smile crossed the maw of a young feline who seemed quite content with her surroundings. She took elegant and silent pawsteps that didn't even cause the dry grass to make that irritable 'crunching' sound. Water soon reflected in her sunshine eyes and she lowered her head letting her pink tongue glide across the surprisingly cool liquid. After a few more laps of the refreshing substance she lifted her head only to have her ears prick as the sound of others reached her.

She listened carefully; determining that one of the voices belonged to a male, whilst the other belonged to a female. Her body lowered to the ground and she continued to eavesdrop with curiosity. The word 'Fireworks' flowed to her in the tone of a lioness. It sounded like an introduction, so she figured that was probably the female's name. A minute or two after that she heard 'Ikea', though it was sounded in a whisper. 'That must be the male's name...' she thought and then heard them discussing something about being old.

'They don't sound very old, how odd...' she wondered and shrugged her shoulder. After listening for awhile she sighed and rose to her paws seeing that their conversation no longer interested her enough for her to continue eavesdropping. A frown made its way onto her face and she sat in front of the water hole with her back facing their direction. Her golden gaze scanned over the reflection in front of her as if mocking her. She didn't see the lovely creature that everyone else saw, she just saw a lonely lioness with on one but her shadow to keep her company.

Even with being in a Pride, she felt lonely. She felt different from all of the others even though she was the same. True, she had been accepted; but she felt like an outlander here...

All she ever wanted was to be accepted.

_{Broken inside...}

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[Ikea]

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