=--------------------------------------------------------------------------= ___ _ _ ___ ' | ` |__| |__` oooo | | | |__, .ooooo. o 88 ---------------------------------------------------- o8" `"o8 88 ooo oo888oo ooo ooo ooo oo ooo ooo ooo d8' " 88 8 ,8' `8. 8"8 8 8 o8' 8 8"8 8 d8 88 8 88 88 8 8 8 8o' 8 8 8 8 88 oooo 88 8 88 88 8 8 8 88o 8 8 8 8 88 di 88 ,o 8 `8. ,8' 8 8.8 8 `8. 8 8 8.8 `88. ,8i o88ooooo'o8o `"ooooo"' o8o o8o o8o `8o o8o o8oo o8 (c)"88oood' =--------------------------------------------------------------------------= The Lion King is copyright 1994 by the Walt Disney Company. This MUCK in no way constitutes a challenge to this copyright. =--------------------------------------------------------------------------= [ January 16, 1999 ] Gentle Savannah Slope This is an area of savannah, gently sloping--upwards towards the Savannah Grasslands, downwards to the greener Lush Grassland. The tall grass is many shades of green and light yellow-brown, a coloring that seems almost ghostly in moon- or star-light. On the higher part of the slope is the perhaps three- meter high green- and yellow-brown bulk of the grass-mound that is, in fact, a form. At the lower, greener end of the slope is the opening to a Serval-sized den. Downslope to the [L]ush [G]rassland Upslope to the [S]avannah [G]rasslands -A (form) on the higher part of the slope- You can see... [IC ] Shenryyr Shenryyr smiles and brow-lifts from his stance not far from the form, "Hallo there..." Fevra drops to her haunches and starts grooming along one shoulder, feeling sleep-ruffled. Shenryyr mmms.. and pads the short distance to her, head cocked to one side, a small form of the toohy grin apparent on his muzzle, "Still asleep?" Fevra yawns pointedly before resuming her efforts. "Feel like it." Shenryyr sets himself next to Fevra on the side opposite of her grooming and smiles, knowing far too well how being awake but still asleep is, "Care for some help?" Fevra smiles gratefully. "Wouldn't mind." Shenryyr purrs, "Well, alrighty, then.." and settles some, getting a better position to do so, then coldnoses her shoulder and proceeds to groom. He's masterful at this, remember. Fevra mms contendly and is soon the picture of a contented feline: nearly- closed eyes, relaxed, and purring like mad. Shenryyr snickers and chuckles internally, returning with a contented purr of his own while continuing and trying to do a fairly reasonable job for a male. Fevra flops bonelessly to the ground and continues purring. Shenryyr finally lets out the chuckle and follows it with a giggle, "Who are you and what have you done with Fevra?" Fevra flicks one ear and opens and eye with the expression of one pulled back from a long way away. "I'm still here..." she says, quietly and anything but convincingly. Shenryyr smiles and settles himself to his chest next to her, nudging her side lightly, "Are you alright?" Fevra slowly pushes out the words, "I'm...just...fine." Shenryyr sighs lightly, the smile still there, then shuffles until he's right up against her side, "You're sure, now?.. . you look like you're made of sand." Fevra says faintly, "Yeh, but I'm happy..." Shenryyr purrs softly and nuzzles the shoulder he had been grooming, "Any particular occasion?" Fevra remains stubbornly silent, a hint for him to get back to work. Shenryyr smiles and coldnoses again, briefly pausing to mention, "I'm happy too..", before returning to groom along the Serval's shoulder, nape, and back. Fevra resumes looking like someone hit her over the head with a sandbag. Shenryyr snickers and nuzzles every now and then as he continues. His purr reemerging softly, but not too strongly as this situation he hasn't faced before and is still somewhat concerned about. Fevra is motionless on the grand scale of things, but on the small scale she's quivering as she purrs. Shenryyr sighs again lightly and stops, setting his chin in the small of Fevra's back as he watches, a concerned look encompasing the now-weary smile. Fevra makes a perculiar sort of gulping noise at the sudden weight and stops purring. Shenryyr lifts his head from her back and nuzzles softly again, "Fev, do you know what's going on?...." Fevra sounds somewhat peeved. "I was perfectly fine. Now you've gone and started crushing my back." Shenryyr blinks and pulls back some from the comment, "I.. I... err... Are you sure you're alright, Fevra?... " Fevra says warily, "Fine. Absolutely fine." Shenryyr frowns slightly and nuzzles her back again softly, "You /say/ you're fine, you /say/ you're happy.... but you're just acting so different... it scares me, Fev, to have neither of us know what's going on yet be 'fine' with it.." Fevra twists her head around to meet Shenryyr's eyes. "It's perfectly normal to start purring," she says, still sounding s bit annoyed. Shenryyr smiles briefly before returning to the slight frown, "Yes.. but.... you're like putty.. .. you're shaking.. .. I.. I just don't want to do anything to hurt you, Fevra.." Fevra says, "Shaking's a good thing. And if you hurt me I'd swipe at you. You should know that by now." Shenryyr sighs and rummages his nose through her backfur, not very satisfied, but not wanting to persue, "If you say so, dear.." Fevra lowers her head back to the ground and closes her eyes. Shenryyr shakes his head for a short while, more concerned than anything, then returns to grooming the Serval's back, closing his eyes. Fevra resumes purring, although making an effort to not completely space out this time. Fevra mumbles, "You're just paranoid." Shenryyr mrrfs.. and manages a light snicker, pausing for a moment, "Mrrmf... maybe.. but I have the right intentions in mind." Fevra stiffles a yawn. "Since when?" Shenryyr smirks... and mumbles through the fur and tongue, "Making sure you're okay isn't a good intention?" Fevra says, "Not when it should be perfectly clear I am." Shenryyr pffffts and brrrrraps on her back, giggling slightly afterwards before moving on, "When you do things I've not seen before, I'm /going/ to be worried before anything else, Fev.." Fevra repeats, "Paranoid." Shenryyr mmm-hmmms, reaching her rump and moving around to your other side to continue a reversed trail to her shoulders, "You got it." Fevra keeps her eyes closed and falls silent, starting to feel sleepy. Shenryyr murrs softly and follows the patterned 'stripes' up her back, not the easiest, but rather okay with the situation now. Fevra says, "Should see...what you do, then. If you don't act a little strange." Shenryyr mmmmfs, chuckling lightly, "I do things out of laziness, not puttiness." Fevra says, "Mmm. You're just playing with language there." Shenryyr smirks, bringing his tongue up over her shoulder and to her neck, "Aye, could be." Fevra shivers all over and is, if possible, even more relaxed than she was before. Shenryyr stops for a bit to coldnose the Serval's neck and lick again, then smiles and grooms her nape again, en route up the back of her head. Fevra lowers her head to allow better access. Shenryyr reaches the top of the back of her head and murrs softly, stopping for a moment yet again.... then nabs one of her ears in his muzzle and starts to slurp on it messily. Fevra's eyes snap open. "/Shen/," she whines in utter disullusionment. Shenryyr erps and blinks, a grin widening across his muzzle, "Mmm?" Shenryyr slurps on the ear some more, "Mrrress?" Fevra tries to tug her head away without success. "You're /mean/," she whines, sounding cubbish. Shenryyr snickers and lets go of the ear for now, leaving it a dripping mess, his slobber oozing down the saturated fur. Fevra looks disgusted and rubs her head against a grass tuft vigorously before scrubbing at it with a paw. Shenryyr smiles and slurps over the other ear, brow-raising and giggling lightly, then backs his head away and settles back to his chest nest to her. Fevra scrubs at that one too, glaring at Shenryyr through slitted eyes. "You're going to pay for this," she says with all the indignation she can muster. Shenryyr mm-hmms and snickers, leaning over to nuzzle her cheek, "I wouldn't doubt it." Fevra sits up and shoves at him with both forepaws, likely a futile gesture. Shenryyr grins toothily and takes the shoves without more resistance than a light batting he initiates. Fevra ignores the batting paws except to shake her head and keep shoving, hoping to topple him over. Shenryyr mmrmfs and reacts by absorbing the shoves as best possible, body rolling from his chest to his side, then back again, "Am I that heavy?" Fevra gives up and shoving and just sort of flops her whole body in that general direction as she answers, "Yes." Shenryyr herfs as the weight of the Serval is suddenly upon him, then giggles and twists his head about to eye her, "What was that for?" Fevra says, "Told you. Pay back." Shenryyr grins and bumps his hips and shoulders around some, "Well, if you're going to do this, at least let me get comfortable." Fevra asks, "Now why would I want to do that?" She remains flopped, resting most of her weight on the other Serval. Shenryyr hrmfs and set his chin to the ground, eyes closed and nose up, "You don't have to. It's already done." Fevra says, "Don't tell me you're keeping track." Shenryyr smiles and opens an eye to the odd comment, "No... I'm just comfy now." Fevra settles herself more comfortably, which doesn't actually involve moving much. "Good." Shenryyr smirks and churns out a steady purr, closing his eyes again as he jokes, "I don't know if I could ever withstand such retribution again.." Fevra says, "I suppose you might manage to live." Shenryyr giggles lightly, shaking his contents and those atop him. Fevra places a forepaw firmly on the ground on either side and waits for the shaking to stop. Shenryyr slows the giggle to a low chuckle, then stops entirely, an eye still peering at her and his purr returning to the blend. Fevra rests her head and a convenient shoulder and closes her eyes. Shenryyr mmms... and settles in one last time, not tired, but always game for a nap or three. =--------------------------------------------------------------------------=