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For finding a name, type 'names' after connecting, and to apply for a character, read the rules and type 'CCS'. *If the MUCK is DOWN, please email the Admin so they can restart it!* =-------------------= NO HUMANS BEYOND THIS POINT! =---------------------= [ July 06, 1999 ] Knemi and Banliogan's cave Slowly padding into this cave, you take a look around. Cozy and inviteing it is, after a long travel or just to come home to. Soft scents tickle your nose and play on the air in this cave, smelling of flowers... which wouldn't be such a surprise if the flower petals hadn't been cleaned out of this cave long ago, the only remains a few spare blue and pink petals. Tho the flower's soft feel is gone, the cave floor isn't at all rocky, which makes it good for walking upon and laying on for a nap in the sparce sand, scattered about from people comming in or going out. A small hole in the back of the cave, in the roof alows water to dribble down and onto the floor, along with soft, warm beams of light that illuminate the place... of course, after awhile of erosion, the floor got worn down to a bowl-like shape, perfect for drinking out of. The walls of the cave are somewhat smooth, and if someone were to lean on them they wouldn't get a rock in their side. It's mosty quiet in here, besides the soft purr of a resident when they're home... Mostly this place is inviting, and full of love, for the residents here have much to be happy about... Back [out] to the main cave... You can see... [ZZZ] Akitepe, gentle boy. [ZZZ] Banliogan, finally finding the chance to be a King.. [ZZZ] [Knemi] Purring to her family.. [IC ] Tahzhoo, a young lion with some scabbed bite wounds and scratches.. Kiwanja flops unceremoniously onto her belly, then, shaking herself free of the dust that action stirred, rises to sit up, blinking about in hopes of something interesting. There is something.. Her brother is drinking some water out of the bowl in the rocky ground. He's actually up, crouching. Kiwanja swivels her head, and, noting this, pulls herself to her paws and moves on over. "K'wa," she announces, having sometime recently decided that the odd bit of fairly coherrent vocalisation might come in handy. So long as no one wants her to make a habit of it. Tahzhoo instantly stops drinking, lifts his head and turns it around to look at his young sister, water dropping from his muzzle. He looks surprised, "Kiwanja? Did you just say something?!" Kiwanja frowns--actually, it's more of a pout-- at her brother's incredulity, and stubborning falls silent, not answering even with a motion of her head to indicate yes or no. Pushing himself up to a half sit, the lion turns around even more, reaching out with a paw (slightly shaking, due to his weakness), and tries to.. well, tickle..? Kiwanja scoots closer, already wriggling in anticipation of a session of undivided attention. Just what this young cub thrives on. Tahzhoo lets his exhausted body flop onto the groun with a soft 'Thud'. Reaching out with /both/ paws now, a smile on his face, he tries to grab- tickle the cub, "Come one, say it again, sister!" Kiwanja shifts close enough to be enfolded by her brother's large paws, but shakes her head, grinning. "Nuh," she answers, if the breathy not-quite-word could indeed be considered a response. Tahzhoo repeats with a soft laughter, "Nuh? That's your name now?" He tries to pull in the cub, very gently of course. Kiwanja allows herself to be brought nearer. Her grin remains, but so does the stubborn 'You can't make me talk' attitude. In a friendly way, of course. Tahzhoo hmms, pensively grinning.. "Well, if I can't make you say that again, maybe I can tickle it out of you..?" He starts to tickle the cub's belly with the tip of his forepaw. Kiwanja giggles, amazingly enough at a fairly low volume. Seems as though the various sleepers about might be spared one of her ear-splitting screeches, this time around. Tahzhoo stops tickling for a moment, looking at her almost laughing himself, "Now, want to tell me again? Or should I tickle more?" Kiwanja les out a long, drawn out, 'oooh' as she considers that. Then shakes her head, with a joyful, "Nah!" Tahzhoo chuckles, "Okay, 'Nah', then I'll have to continue, I guess..." And so he does, using both pawtips now, one tickling her belly, the other her back. He's still very gentle, avoiding anything that could make her cry. Kiwanja squirms, laughing now, but not about to give in. Nu-uh. Stubborn. Tahzhoo tickles more, apparently decided to tickle it out of her, "Now, what's your true name, 'Nuh'? Give it, give it!" Kiwanja rolls onto her back, and between laughter finally gives in. "K'wa!" She screeches cheerfully. "Huh?", the young lion laughs cheerfully, apparently more than happy about this, "I didn't hear your, can you repeat it a bit louder?" He keeps his tickling active. Kiwanja screeches again, "K'wa!" Good things the Lions about are sound sleepers, or that loud announcement might be enough to rudely wake them up. Tahzhoo beams and stops tickling, "Yes, that's your true name, Kiwanja!" He moves his muzzle closer to the cub now, nuzzling her. "And guess what - I love all lions named this way.." Kiwanja falls silent and grins up at her brother as she snuggles closer to him. Tahzhoo starts to purr, touching his sister with his vibrating throat now before lifting his head again and look down at her, "And do you know my name, too?" Kiwanja nods jerkily. "Tah," she informs him proudly. Then she pauses as if suddenly realing that she's been tricked into talking. Practically a conversation. Tahzhoo grins and nods, "Very good! I wonder if you are old enough to name your Daddy and your Mommy, too?" Kiwanja mutters a bit sulkily, "Banli'...'Nem." There, that's enough talking for now, isn't it? She gives Tahzhoo a hopeful look. Tahzhoo nodnods with a grin, "Excellent! It won't take long and you'll speak your first sentence, I'm sure. You're so cute!" He licks across her face, giving in to the urge. Kiwanja squirms at the lick, then flops to her belly with a yawn. "Tired?", the adolescents asks, licking across her back now. Kiwanja nods, closing her eyes and relaxing further as her brother begins to groom her. Supposing she's enjoying his licks in a way or two Tahzhoo continues cleaning her back, purring.. Kiwanja begins an echoing purr in response to the comfort of the gentle grooming along her spine. Eyes closed, limbs splayed, she is obviously a happy young cub. ... which is groomed by an obviously happy young lion. "One day...", he speaks between some strokes of his tongue, "..soon... I'll accompany you... out there... and you'll learn much more.." Kiwanja mms vaguely, far too caught up in half asleep content to work out what her elder brother is telling her. Getting tired as well Tahzhoo slows down his grooming and finally stops it, resting his head right next to Kiwanja's body. While starting to fall sleep he closes his eyes..