by KiarasMate » September 29th, 2011, 3:46 am
Admittedly perplexed by just how hospitable the black maned lion was being, Singa’s natural defense mechanisms were momentarily being alerted. Making sure to keep her attitude in check however, as Tanga had shown her nothing but kindness thus far, the tawny furred lioness took the opportunity to answer his former question about her pride, even though she didn’t care to reveal more than she already had to him, but knowing that this would at least give her more time to process the current situation, and more importantly, what seemed to Singa, the unusual request on the part of the yellow furred male, the young female elaborated briefly upon her previous statement.
”The pride I came from, is actually the only pride I know of that still speaks fluent Ancient Leonid Tanga. It is rumored that our blood line can be traced all the way back to the Ancient Leonid pride, although if you ask me, it’s just a pile of ng’ombe. Let’s just say that egocentrism runs deeper in their blood than any Ancient Leonid genes ever would. Still, life of all the members of the pride were strictly ruled by the code of ethics once believed to be used by the Ancient Leonid prides. There are traditions, regulations, and consequences for every action. It’s a rough living, and I am not surprised in the least bit, why the Ancient Ways have been abandoned by all but the most foolish-hearted and thick-headed.”
Lowering her ears in a show of the utmost sympathy as she learned of the fate of Tanga’s parents,, Singa felt a sharp pang of guilt jolt through her heart, causing her to close her eyes momentarily. Unsure of what had caused this, other than the notion of someone else’s loss, the tawny coated feline did her best to pay her respects to her company’s deceased family, muttering a blessing in Ancient Leonid under her breath as she pawed the ground below her several times over this way and that, clearly having done this numerous times prior, or so it appeared.
”Furaha ya milele.”
Attempting to put more weight upon her already throbbing paws, Singa winced once more as she sighed inwardly to herself. It appeared as though she had no other option but to take Tanga up on his most generous offer to stay with her, even though every proverbial moral bone that had been crafted by her former pride’s outdated beliefs, was telling her otherwise. Deep down, Singa knew that she was destined to be alone, to suffer alone, to die alone, and yet, she had already cast aside the shackles of her pride, so why was she still not allowed to make her own decisions? It was an internal struggle that would continue to plague her for a long time to come, but seeing no other alternative, and knowing that there were at least some temporary benefits of having such an acquaintance to pass the time with, Singa finally nodded her head in acceptance.
”If that is what you desire Tanga, than I will oblige your proposal, for a little while at least.” Singa proclaimed as she performed another submissive looking bow before the black maned lion, her shadowy orbs taking in Tanga’s reaction to her response, hoping that it was satisfactory enough. ”You are quite observant, I must say, because indeed, my paws are not in the best of condition due to how far I’ve traveled in the past few suns or so. I don’t know how I could ever ask you to hunt for me though. Such a request as that in my old pride, would bring me nothing but endless ridicule and scorn.”