Post by donoma on Nov 19, 2007 23:47:00 GMT -5
Place:
Stone Formations
Characters involved:
Donoma
Paoro
Veen'ra
Simone
The short of the long:
Veen'ra gets his big fat butt stuck and Donoma lets the cat out of the bag.
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The retired Shaman, better known as Granny 'Oma or creepy old crone, is settled amongst the rock formation snoozing with her back leaned against one of the stones. She hasn't been seen in some time, and no doubt Paoro probably thought the old bat ran off and died somewhere. But no, she continues to defy old age and death, probably just to annoy her daughter with her senility.
Indeed, Paoro is surprised to see her mother hanging around the lands once again - but the elder is still allowed to enter the lands of her family whenever she wishes, so the matron does not bother asking what she's been up to. She probably doesn't want to know anyway. "Good evening, Donoma. Have the spirits given you the terrible news?" she inquires gently, though still loud enough to be heard over the older cougar's failing ears.
Donoma's failing ears perk curiosly at the sound of the familiar voice. One lazy eyelid slowly opens to allow the eye to roll around and spot the voice's owner. "Why Opolo," the elder yawns, glibbing her daughter's misnomer as she always has, stretching her limbs and claws, "terrible news?" she grunts as she moves to sit up, one hind foot rising to scratch an ear, "you're not pregnant again are you."
Paoro smiles in a subtly amused manner. "No, mother. I have lost a child instead. LaVeaux has shunned the heritage of his blood ties, and so he is no longer considered a son or brother to the tribe." She doesn't expect sympathy from the old crone, but she feels it is her duty to at least notify the rest of the family of the loss of a member.
Donoma licks her chops as she spies a large beetle scuttling across the ground by her left paw. Snatching it up between two finely-sharpened black claws, the cougar inspects her catch with a scrutinizing gaze, "How unfortunate," she replies a bit absently. As expected, the sympathetic tone was not there. "I thought I caught the scent of a tweening adolescent male in the area, until now I hadn't realized his stench matched Ahiga's. Hm-" smirking to herself, she noncerimoniously pops the squirming bug into her mouth and begins to chew noisily.
Paoro frowns in disgust at her mother's action, but it is merely an action of habit - she has been around her mother for her entire life, and the actual effects have long worn off. "Yes, well, it is unfortunate," the matron agrees quietly, turning her head towards the nearest boulder and staring at it absentmindedly. "How have you been lately, mother?" she adds, falling back into idle chit-chat.
Donoma spots her daughter's expression and a look of mild amusement crosses her own face. "Oh," she starts off with her gravelly voice, "I've been perfectly peachy. Traveling, catching up with old friends-" the old cougar gets to her paws, and it's rather evident that her movements are stiff--a sign of her arthritis. When she turns several new scars along her back and legs are visible, no surprise there. Donoma may be old, but she's still got alot of pep left in her.
"I see." Paoro shifts into a seated position, returning her gaze to the sunset on the horizon in the distance. She remains quiet for several moments, which the mother-daughter pair is no stranger to. "My mother and children have dispatched on their individual spirit quests, and I have lost a son in addition to the pair of cubs the famine took. Perhaps I should pass on the role of matron more quickly than I expected." That's assuming her eldest daughter returns, of course.
Donoma had dissappeared behind one of the stones only to reappear on the other side. She twists an ear in Paoro's direction, noting the sullen appearance. Donoma frowns for a moment, caught up in one of her rare, touchy-feely situations in which she never quite knew how to react. Pursing her 'lips' she rounds the rock and moves to her daughter's side where she sits and begins to groom her in a motherly fashion, "Paoro, you have done a fantastic job with what you've been given. It is only natural to experience loss, and you've handled it well. You weren't an only child, you know." Of course this is one of those facts Donoma had failed to mention to her daughter. The thought never crossed her mind.
It takes a couple of seconds for the words to register with Paoro, but when they do, her eyes blink wide with startled surprise. "What? Have I siblings that you never told me of?" She's too surprised to express being upset at not having been told of her own family members.
Donoma absently waves a paw, giving a short chuckle, "Well, yes and no. Your father got a bit slash-happy a few weeks after I gave birth to your litter. You had a sister and a brother. Hence the reason you never knew your father growing up. I kicked his lilly-livered ass right off that mountain." She smiles whimsically at the memory, twirling a claw through her whiskers.
"My father...killed my siblings?" Paoro replies in pure aghast, green eyes wide with horror. Were she not already sitting, she might have fainted dead away at the tragic news.
Donoma rubs at her maw thoughtfully, "Slashed 'em ta ribbuns'more like it," she nods, "ever wonder where you got that scar on yer bum from when you were just a wee little chitlun?" Donoma wags her tail to smack Paoro on the rear. Naturally the scar would have disappeared by now, "he hooked your hiney a good one. Would've taken a chunk of it had I not kicked him in his manhood."
Noises are heard from the bushes not far from this place, seems like someone was trying to sneak somewhere or trying to get past this place without being heard, but walking through the bushes isn't a good idea anymore. Veen is struggling, one of his hindpaws got stuck somewhere between the root and dirt and... Something. There's this soft growling coming from that direction, followed by a sigh, a frustrated one... Then more growling.
The matron has suffered many a tragedy, and it may be a surprise at how she has managed to fare for so long and lead so well even despite the mishaps fate has placed in her way. Her mind swoons briefly, but sickeningly nonetheless, and Paoro feels ill as the news is digested. "Oma...why didn't you tell me before now?" In her distress, the rather obvious sounds from the underbrush go unnoticed.
Donoma blinks at her daughter as though it were perfectly clear whey she hadn't told her, "Well yeh never asked, child!" The elder's ear perks at the noises not far from their current position and she leaves her stupified daughter to investigate. Coming to the edge of the rock formation she squints over at the bushes nearby. There was movement, but the bushes were too thick to see just what it was. So instead she finds a nice tennisball sized rock and with one swift kick of her paw sends it hurtling at the alleged bush, "Avast lurking sneakdemon! Show your face!" Growl.
Lurking sneakdemon? Wow, it's the first time someone calls him that way, Veen stops moving though, slowly moving his head to a side, then to the other and trying all the time to see what the heck is yelling at him. But, after some seconds, he's surprised he can't see anything, "I can't!" And he really can't, his leg still stuck on the bush. Now, how to get away from this trap from hell. The feline turns to see his leg, ok, he sees twigs and dirt and things like that, but there's no magic leaf that will easily let him go, "I'm stuck!"
Paoro is completely frozen with shock for the moment, practically catatonic in her non-moving state.
Donoma's tail flicker-flicks as her eyebrows shoot up in intrigue, "Stuck eh?" That's all she needed to hear, suddenly she is -off- on a track over towards the bushes. "Well then, there's a remedy to that!" she shoves her head through the bushes, the elder's face suddenly *FWOOSH* appearing inches from the younger male's. She's grinning so wide she could eat a banana sideways. "Oh, your foot's caught? Well hold still and I'll just chew it off at the ankle. Have you out in a jiffy, deary." She withdraws her head and moves around to the back side of the bush where his rear-end is sticking out.
Woah! What the heck is that thing!? oh, it's just another cougar. A crazy cougar now that Veen thinks about it. Taken by surprise by the sudden appearance of the older female, his ears pull back, squitning and looking at her for a moment... He nods, then nods, and nods again. But wait, once the information reaches what seems to his brain, his ears perk up, shaking his head a couple of times as he follows her gaze with his own, "No no no NO! That's ok... I... wait, wouldn't it be easier and better if you... Bite the roots instead? Please?"
Donoma scoffs, "Bite the roots! Pah! And dull my fangs? Not for yer sorry little hide, mister-" the cougar disappears for a moment behind another bush, out of sight and unbeknownst to Veen she's ripping off a stem from a pricker bush. Oma returns and begins to angle herself for just the right chewing degree, "Ready? This could take a while cause your leg's kind of fat. Little porker, aren't you? Just try not to scream too loud, wouldn't wanna wake up the wolves-" she opens her jaws wide, large canines glinting in the light, and leans down to begin to chew off his leg, but instead shoves the pricker stem at his rear whilst lifting the offending root just enough for his foot to squeeze out of the entanglement.
No no no no... Veen keeps repeating himself inside his mind those words, even yelling inside his troubled and tortured mind. She's crazed man! The youngster tries many times to look behind, to see if she's really going to bite his leg or not, it IS going to hurt, a lot, and if that's not enough, he'll have to learn how to survive without one of his precious paws, "No wait, I think I..." Too late dude. At the sudden feeling on his rear, one not so pleasant, the male manages to get free from the evil trap, pouncing forward just to slam his thick head on a small tree. Seconds later, he's on the ground, groaning and rubbing his head with one paw, "I thought you were going to bite my leg, not my arse..." Ow ow ow, it hurts now.
Donoma looks rather smugly at the little male, "Nonsense!" she exclaims, holding out the pricker stem as though he'd won a prize, "Bit your arse? I don't think so, I'd probably catch something..." she tosses the stem at the cougar and makes her way back up to Paoro, plopping her rear down beside her again. She spots the same look of horror on her daughter's face and rolls her eyes, "Honestly, I didn't bite him. Don't look so concerned."
Veen'ra follows the crazed female with his eyes, looking up for a moment as if he was trying to see a bump on his forehead or something, his paw comes down to the ground again, pressing so he can stand up and yeah, again looking at the females' direction. Well, it felt like a bite, she shouldn't have done that! "Thanks I suppose..." The male says softly before looking back at the bushes, evil ones.
Paoro shakes her head slightly as Donoma addresses her, though still deeply disturbed by the news delivered so late and so casually. She will have to rely on the spirits and what remains of her family for consolation in this even more horrific development. She moves to slink away silently from the group, too shocked to even bother warning the young male of the dangers of approaching any further south.
A paled canine form enters the scene. The scent she's been following seems so familiar. It'd been tugging her nose to a point that it's forced her to enter the Amaranth territory.
Donoma snorts after Paoro, momentarily concerned...but only momentarily. Her attention is once more fixated upon the young male, staring him down with keen, wild green eyes, "What be yer name Stuckchub?" Obviously he wasn't familiar with her daughter's clan, otherwise he wouldn't be skulking about.
Veen'ra's ears perk up, looking at the younger female at first, but soon fixing his gaze on the old crazy female. Stuckchub? Niiice, she has a big sense of humor, the male rolls his eyes and slightly looks away, "Kane..." The male softly says, backing up his ears and looking back at the female.
Simone pads through the cool air, spotting the cats. "Did I walk in on something?"
Donoma makes a face, "Kane's the name o' the devil my boy, and the devil is not fat, nor does he get stuck. I believe-" she raises a paw pointedly, but what exactly she believes is not spoken. Something else has caught her attention. There be mutt-stench on the air...and her eyes widen a substantial amount when the wolf suddenly strolls in, "BAH! Woofer! Getting bold are we to just mosey into Amaranth territory?" The elder squints one eye at the wolf, thinking it looked familiar but she's senile so she probably wouldn't recall right away.
Veen'ra thinks the name of his father always sounded better than that crappy name his mother chose. And he's about to tell the old female precsisly what he thinks. But he stops the moment the old feline looks to another direction, making him turn too just to see a wolf there. Almost immediately, Veen is on his paws and moving to stand between the olf cat and the old dog, but facing the dog of course. He hates dogs, they bite his tail when he's sleeping. Growl.
Simone finds a spot in the shadows and lays down. "Please...just let me rest for a..moment..."
Donoma makes a pouting sort of grimace face at the wolf but shrugs her shoulders, "Eh!" Rising to all four paws again she looks to the adolescent infront of her, "Watch yer rear here abouts, boy. If you run into a male named Ahiga...tell him how much he smells." Meanwhile, she has a daughter who is /distraught/ and must be tended to with ever loving mother care. Donoma turns and trots off.
Stone Formations
Characters involved:
Donoma
Paoro
Veen'ra
Simone
The short of the long:
Veen'ra gets his big fat butt stuck and Donoma lets the cat out of the bag.
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The retired Shaman, better known as Granny 'Oma or creepy old crone, is settled amongst the rock formation snoozing with her back leaned against one of the stones. She hasn't been seen in some time, and no doubt Paoro probably thought the old bat ran off and died somewhere. But no, she continues to defy old age and death, probably just to annoy her daughter with her senility.
Indeed, Paoro is surprised to see her mother hanging around the lands once again - but the elder is still allowed to enter the lands of her family whenever she wishes, so the matron does not bother asking what she's been up to. She probably doesn't want to know anyway. "Good evening, Donoma. Have the spirits given you the terrible news?" she inquires gently, though still loud enough to be heard over the older cougar's failing ears.
Donoma's failing ears perk curiosly at the sound of the familiar voice. One lazy eyelid slowly opens to allow the eye to roll around and spot the voice's owner. "Why Opolo," the elder yawns, glibbing her daughter's misnomer as she always has, stretching her limbs and claws, "terrible news?" she grunts as she moves to sit up, one hind foot rising to scratch an ear, "you're not pregnant again are you."
Paoro smiles in a subtly amused manner. "No, mother. I have lost a child instead. LaVeaux has shunned the heritage of his blood ties, and so he is no longer considered a son or brother to the tribe." She doesn't expect sympathy from the old crone, but she feels it is her duty to at least notify the rest of the family of the loss of a member.
Donoma licks her chops as she spies a large beetle scuttling across the ground by her left paw. Snatching it up between two finely-sharpened black claws, the cougar inspects her catch with a scrutinizing gaze, "How unfortunate," she replies a bit absently. As expected, the sympathetic tone was not there. "I thought I caught the scent of a tweening adolescent male in the area, until now I hadn't realized his stench matched Ahiga's. Hm-" smirking to herself, she noncerimoniously pops the squirming bug into her mouth and begins to chew noisily.
Paoro frowns in disgust at her mother's action, but it is merely an action of habit - she has been around her mother for her entire life, and the actual effects have long worn off. "Yes, well, it is unfortunate," the matron agrees quietly, turning her head towards the nearest boulder and staring at it absentmindedly. "How have you been lately, mother?" she adds, falling back into idle chit-chat.
Donoma spots her daughter's expression and a look of mild amusement crosses her own face. "Oh," she starts off with her gravelly voice, "I've been perfectly peachy. Traveling, catching up with old friends-" the old cougar gets to her paws, and it's rather evident that her movements are stiff--a sign of her arthritis. When she turns several new scars along her back and legs are visible, no surprise there. Donoma may be old, but she's still got alot of pep left in her.
"I see." Paoro shifts into a seated position, returning her gaze to the sunset on the horizon in the distance. She remains quiet for several moments, which the mother-daughter pair is no stranger to. "My mother and children have dispatched on their individual spirit quests, and I have lost a son in addition to the pair of cubs the famine took. Perhaps I should pass on the role of matron more quickly than I expected." That's assuming her eldest daughter returns, of course.
Donoma had dissappeared behind one of the stones only to reappear on the other side. She twists an ear in Paoro's direction, noting the sullen appearance. Donoma frowns for a moment, caught up in one of her rare, touchy-feely situations in which she never quite knew how to react. Pursing her 'lips' she rounds the rock and moves to her daughter's side where she sits and begins to groom her in a motherly fashion, "Paoro, you have done a fantastic job with what you've been given. It is only natural to experience loss, and you've handled it well. You weren't an only child, you know." Of course this is one of those facts Donoma had failed to mention to her daughter. The thought never crossed her mind.
It takes a couple of seconds for the words to register with Paoro, but when they do, her eyes blink wide with startled surprise. "What? Have I siblings that you never told me of?" She's too surprised to express being upset at not having been told of her own family members.
Donoma absently waves a paw, giving a short chuckle, "Well, yes and no. Your father got a bit slash-happy a few weeks after I gave birth to your litter. You had a sister and a brother. Hence the reason you never knew your father growing up. I kicked his lilly-livered ass right off that mountain." She smiles whimsically at the memory, twirling a claw through her whiskers.
"My father...killed my siblings?" Paoro replies in pure aghast, green eyes wide with horror. Were she not already sitting, she might have fainted dead away at the tragic news.
Donoma rubs at her maw thoughtfully, "Slashed 'em ta ribbuns'more like it," she nods, "ever wonder where you got that scar on yer bum from when you were just a wee little chitlun?" Donoma wags her tail to smack Paoro on the rear. Naturally the scar would have disappeared by now, "he hooked your hiney a good one. Would've taken a chunk of it had I not kicked him in his manhood."
Noises are heard from the bushes not far from this place, seems like someone was trying to sneak somewhere or trying to get past this place without being heard, but walking through the bushes isn't a good idea anymore. Veen is struggling, one of his hindpaws got stuck somewhere between the root and dirt and... Something. There's this soft growling coming from that direction, followed by a sigh, a frustrated one... Then more growling.
The matron has suffered many a tragedy, and it may be a surprise at how she has managed to fare for so long and lead so well even despite the mishaps fate has placed in her way. Her mind swoons briefly, but sickeningly nonetheless, and Paoro feels ill as the news is digested. "Oma...why didn't you tell me before now?" In her distress, the rather obvious sounds from the underbrush go unnoticed.
Donoma blinks at her daughter as though it were perfectly clear whey she hadn't told her, "Well yeh never asked, child!" The elder's ear perks at the noises not far from their current position and she leaves her stupified daughter to investigate. Coming to the edge of the rock formation she squints over at the bushes nearby. There was movement, but the bushes were too thick to see just what it was. So instead she finds a nice tennisball sized rock and with one swift kick of her paw sends it hurtling at the alleged bush, "Avast lurking sneakdemon! Show your face!" Growl.
Lurking sneakdemon? Wow, it's the first time someone calls him that way, Veen stops moving though, slowly moving his head to a side, then to the other and trying all the time to see what the heck is yelling at him. But, after some seconds, he's surprised he can't see anything, "I can't!" And he really can't, his leg still stuck on the bush. Now, how to get away from this trap from hell. The feline turns to see his leg, ok, he sees twigs and dirt and things like that, but there's no magic leaf that will easily let him go, "I'm stuck!"
Paoro is completely frozen with shock for the moment, practically catatonic in her non-moving state.
Donoma's tail flicker-flicks as her eyebrows shoot up in intrigue, "Stuck eh?" That's all she needed to hear, suddenly she is -off- on a track over towards the bushes. "Well then, there's a remedy to that!" she shoves her head through the bushes, the elder's face suddenly *FWOOSH* appearing inches from the younger male's. She's grinning so wide she could eat a banana sideways. "Oh, your foot's caught? Well hold still and I'll just chew it off at the ankle. Have you out in a jiffy, deary." She withdraws her head and moves around to the back side of the bush where his rear-end is sticking out.
Woah! What the heck is that thing!? oh, it's just another cougar. A crazy cougar now that Veen thinks about it. Taken by surprise by the sudden appearance of the older female, his ears pull back, squitning and looking at her for a moment... He nods, then nods, and nods again. But wait, once the information reaches what seems to his brain, his ears perk up, shaking his head a couple of times as he follows her gaze with his own, "No no no NO! That's ok... I... wait, wouldn't it be easier and better if you... Bite the roots instead? Please?"
Donoma scoffs, "Bite the roots! Pah! And dull my fangs? Not for yer sorry little hide, mister-" the cougar disappears for a moment behind another bush, out of sight and unbeknownst to Veen she's ripping off a stem from a pricker bush. Oma returns and begins to angle herself for just the right chewing degree, "Ready? This could take a while cause your leg's kind of fat. Little porker, aren't you? Just try not to scream too loud, wouldn't wanna wake up the wolves-" she opens her jaws wide, large canines glinting in the light, and leans down to begin to chew off his leg, but instead shoves the pricker stem at his rear whilst lifting the offending root just enough for his foot to squeeze out of the entanglement.
No no no no... Veen keeps repeating himself inside his mind those words, even yelling inside his troubled and tortured mind. She's crazed man! The youngster tries many times to look behind, to see if she's really going to bite his leg or not, it IS going to hurt, a lot, and if that's not enough, he'll have to learn how to survive without one of his precious paws, "No wait, I think I..." Too late dude. At the sudden feeling on his rear, one not so pleasant, the male manages to get free from the evil trap, pouncing forward just to slam his thick head on a small tree. Seconds later, he's on the ground, groaning and rubbing his head with one paw, "I thought you were going to bite my leg, not my arse..." Ow ow ow, it hurts now.
Donoma looks rather smugly at the little male, "Nonsense!" she exclaims, holding out the pricker stem as though he'd won a prize, "Bit your arse? I don't think so, I'd probably catch something..." she tosses the stem at the cougar and makes her way back up to Paoro, plopping her rear down beside her again. She spots the same look of horror on her daughter's face and rolls her eyes, "Honestly, I didn't bite him. Don't look so concerned."
Veen'ra follows the crazed female with his eyes, looking up for a moment as if he was trying to see a bump on his forehead or something, his paw comes down to the ground again, pressing so he can stand up and yeah, again looking at the females' direction. Well, it felt like a bite, she shouldn't have done that! "Thanks I suppose..." The male says softly before looking back at the bushes, evil ones.
Paoro shakes her head slightly as Donoma addresses her, though still deeply disturbed by the news delivered so late and so casually. She will have to rely on the spirits and what remains of her family for consolation in this even more horrific development. She moves to slink away silently from the group, too shocked to even bother warning the young male of the dangers of approaching any further south.
A paled canine form enters the scene. The scent she's been following seems so familiar. It'd been tugging her nose to a point that it's forced her to enter the Amaranth territory.
Donoma snorts after Paoro, momentarily concerned...but only momentarily. Her attention is once more fixated upon the young male, staring him down with keen, wild green eyes, "What be yer name Stuckchub?" Obviously he wasn't familiar with her daughter's clan, otherwise he wouldn't be skulking about.
Veen'ra's ears perk up, looking at the younger female at first, but soon fixing his gaze on the old crazy female. Stuckchub? Niiice, she has a big sense of humor, the male rolls his eyes and slightly looks away, "Kane..." The male softly says, backing up his ears and looking back at the female.
Simone pads through the cool air, spotting the cats. "Did I walk in on something?"
Donoma makes a face, "Kane's the name o' the devil my boy, and the devil is not fat, nor does he get stuck. I believe-" she raises a paw pointedly, but what exactly she believes is not spoken. Something else has caught her attention. There be mutt-stench on the air...and her eyes widen a substantial amount when the wolf suddenly strolls in, "BAH! Woofer! Getting bold are we to just mosey into Amaranth territory?" The elder squints one eye at the wolf, thinking it looked familiar but she's senile so she probably wouldn't recall right away.
Veen'ra thinks the name of his father always sounded better than that crappy name his mother chose. And he's about to tell the old female precsisly what he thinks. But he stops the moment the old feline looks to another direction, making him turn too just to see a wolf there. Almost immediately, Veen is on his paws and moving to stand between the olf cat and the old dog, but facing the dog of course. He hates dogs, they bite his tail when he's sleeping. Growl.
Simone finds a spot in the shadows and lays down. "Please...just let me rest for a..moment..."
Donoma makes a pouting sort of grimace face at the wolf but shrugs her shoulders, "Eh!" Rising to all four paws again she looks to the adolescent infront of her, "Watch yer rear here abouts, boy. If you run into a male named Ahiga...tell him how much he smells." Meanwhile, she has a daughter who is /distraught/ and must be tended to with ever loving mother care. Donoma turns and trots off.