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Kimba's Journey...
Kimba hadn't visited the Community of Rum since he'd returned home from his last Outing, endowed with a few choice bits of Nibralian iburnium. He'd first headed straight for his Bloodline Territory, to the Community of Tavik. All so he could visit relatives still living there. And secure a few bits of information. Yes, he considered Rum home, since he'd been born there, his parents having moved shortly after returning from their First WorldWalk. Him, honored to be firstborn, his mother's and father's choice to touch Vinnaheen's Tree for her blessing. Their decision to stay, after.......
Kimba moved, his pace through the meadow much like a dance. Down on all fours, tail up, bounce in his step, bathed in the sunlight of a new summer's day. The moment filled with simple joy, him just enjoying the Feel of Life. Yes, he wanted to move every muscle... hop, leap and throw himself about like a kit! Fun as it was to travel the Universes, home was indeed where his heart lived. A pause as he stood on twos, unfurled his shroudruff feathers and stretched in the breeze, deep inhale, exhale of breath. All four nostrils flared. Eyes, closed. He'd left all his tools and trappings at his shop/home, full "naked" being his present mood. Even though his chi perceptions... yes, he kept that sense shut, so the world round about would surprise him.
Kimba loved surprises.
He also loved the feel of wind through fur and over scales... the scent of it! Green and growing. Touch of grass against footpads... between toes. Sound of rustling leaves. Of children playing.......
*thump-crunch!*
That particular sound wasn't very loud, but it was extremely painful. At first the impact took his breath away. Then the pain made him gasp, eyes wide open, curled up on his side on the grass. Hands to crotch. Eyes staring at the blue ball responsible for his pain.......
"Sorry sorrys!" A very young female kit crouched down to retrieve his... her loose ball, her silver-violet eyes staring at his face. "Are you's a'gonna bees okay?"
Of course he would be okay. He'd just have to be more... alert, from now on. Keep his "moments" of self-absorption to places where no one else happened to be. Should have known better, with young kits around...
... "I'll bees... hnnn... be fine." Kimba coughed out his last ummmph! but didn't move from his curled up, hands to crotch pose. A simple inhale... a small sniff... told him he'd musked himself, all over his hands and... "My fault."
He kept his eyes on this kit, not wanting to look towards the female titters and male chuckles he could hear in the background... "Are your parents nearby?"
She sat back on her haunches, tail wrapped around her ball, little pawhands to muzzle as she said... "Nosers! I's a big girl!" Of course, her pose made her look guilty of something. Though Kimba's present "condition" made him think more about her guilt related to his former pain and present scent issue. Wasn't unusual for kits to wander. He'd wandered plenty when he was her age. He'd just wanted to know...
... "Are......."
He didn't get out more than one word before...
"Heysers! Dada's havin' a bubbley... a bubbah... he's a grillin' stuff tonight! You's a'wanna come?"
Something went Pop! in Kimba's head. Yes, he'd been gone for a few years, poking about the Universes for metal bits and ideas, but her mention of grillin' brought back a memory... yes, way back, he'd known a male, a neighbor, in fact, who made his "fame" giving big barbecues on a whim. Heh... his mouth started to water just thinking of it...
... "Your Dada wouldn't happen to be Deen, would he?" Kimba hadn't seen Deen in over thirty years, ever since he'd taken a mate and gone off on his First WorldWalk. Seems he'd returned... and had a daughter, now.
"Yessir! I's a Honalee!"
Kimba sat up, sniffed his hands, made a face, then...
... "I accept."
Honalee made a Wheee! sound. Hopped up, grabbed her ball, and scampered off. Kimba opened his chi perceptions, dropped bright amber eyes to his lap, then looked about with a slight cringe before he stood up... on all fours, just in case... and continued on his way.
Wouldn't be very far to the nearest washing station, so he could get a shower and clean off his musk.......
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Kimba hadn't visited the Community of Rum since he'd returned home from his last Outing, endowed with a few choice bits of Nibralian iburnium. He'd first headed straight for his Bloodline Territory, to the Community of Tavik. All so he could visit relatives still living there. And secure a few bits of information. Yes, he considered Rum home, since he'd been born there, his parents having moved shortly after returning from their First WorldWalk. Him, honored to be firstborn, his mother's and father's choice to touch Vinnaheen's Tree for her blessing. Their decision to stay, after.......
Kimba moved, his pace through the meadow much like a dance. Down on all fours, tail up, bounce in his step, bathed in the sunlight of a new summer's day. The moment filled with simple joy, him just enjoying the Feel of Life. Yes, he wanted to move every muscle... hop, leap and throw himself about like a kit! Fun as it was to travel the Universes, home was indeed where his heart lived. A pause as he stood on twos, unfurled his shroudruff feathers and stretched in the breeze, deep inhale, exhale of breath. All four nostrils flared. Eyes, closed. He'd left all his tools and trappings at his shop/home, full "naked" being his present mood. Even though his chi perceptions... yes, he kept that sense shut, so the world round about would surprise him.
Kimba loved surprises.
He also loved the feel of wind through fur and over scales... the scent of it! Green and growing. Touch of grass against footpads... between toes. Sound of rustling leaves. Of children playing.......
*thump-crunch!*
That particular sound wasn't very loud, but it was extremely painful. At first the impact took his breath away. Then the pain made him gasp, eyes wide open, curled up on his side on the grass. Hands to crotch. Eyes staring at the blue ball responsible for his pain.......
"Sorry sorrys!" A very young female kit crouched down to retrieve his... her loose ball, her silver-violet eyes staring at his face. "Are you's a'gonna bees okay?"
Of course he would be okay. He'd just have to be more... alert, from now on. Keep his "moments" of self-absorption to places where no one else happened to be. Should have known better, with young kits around...
... "I'll bees... hnnn... be fine." Kimba coughed out his last ummmph! but didn't move from his curled up, hands to crotch pose. A simple inhale... a small sniff... told him he'd musked himself, all over his hands and... "My fault."
He kept his eyes on this kit, not wanting to look towards the female titters and male chuckles he could hear in the background... "Are your parents nearby?"
She sat back on her haunches, tail wrapped around her ball, little pawhands to muzzle as she said... "Nosers! I's a big girl!" Of course, her pose made her look guilty of something. Though Kimba's present "condition" made him think more about her guilt related to his former pain and present scent issue. Wasn't unusual for kits to wander. He'd wandered plenty when he was her age. He'd just wanted to know...
... "Are......."
He didn't get out more than one word before...
"Heysers! Dada's havin' a bubbley... a bubbah... he's a grillin' stuff tonight! You's a'wanna come?"
Something went Pop! in Kimba's head. Yes, he'd been gone for a few years, poking about the Universes for metal bits and ideas, but her mention of grillin' brought back a memory... yes, way back, he'd known a male, a neighbor, in fact, who made his "fame" giving big barbecues on a whim. Heh... his mouth started to water just thinking of it...
... "Your Dada wouldn't happen to be Deen, would he?" Kimba hadn't seen Deen in over thirty years, ever since he'd taken a mate and gone off on his First WorldWalk. Seems he'd returned... and had a daughter, now.
"Yessir! I's a Honalee!"
Kimba sat up, sniffed his hands, made a face, then...
... "I accept."
Honalee made a Wheee! sound. Hopped up, grabbed her ball, and scampered off. Kimba opened his chi perceptions, dropped bright amber eyes to his lap, then looked about with a slight cringe before he stood up... on all fours, just in case... and continued on his way.
Wouldn't be very far to the nearest washing station, so he could get a shower and clean off his musk.......
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