A Lark Is Not Always A Bird...

Upward, Onward...



Yes, expectations. Kimba had surprised himself. Seemed he'd some hidden talent for romance. Whatever had happened, Avira's presense in his life woke something within he hadn't expected. Something? Desire... yes, her, his first girlfriend. Yet... ohhhh, yet! She'd caught his attention, his own affection. Made him seriously think of things he'd never taken seriously, before. Love. Fatherhood. Future responsibility. Family of his own.

Such a strange yet wonderful sensation.

Her so intimate touch, tail around tail, hum and beat of lashes. His breathing got a bit fast, so too his heartbeat. Sudden rush of blood and hormones. He may have "flashed" briefly. But then she moved away. He gained some decorum back, though it was difficult. And perfectly natural for him to respond in such a way.

But they hadn't known each other long enough. First girlfriend. Avira felt oh so right... The One... yet they still barely knew each other. Commitment would come in time. Once they became mates, they would be bound together for life. Their First WorldWalk, a dedication to their future parenthood as mother and father.

They just had to be sure.

They...

... "Rest it is..." Another yawn... "Long day, longer tomorrow!" Kimba had reached the stairs first, but Avira was first to touch hand and foot to its steps. Yes, he couldn't help but enjoy the view, couldn't help a playful bat towards her tail's tuft as he followed.......
 
In response, her tail flicked across his nose and she moved further up the stairs, giving him plenty good a view of her... most of her anyway, more than would be seen on a daily basis... But the vision was short lived because she shifted position, providing a much less enticing visual, which she fully intended to provide in the first place, a teaser if you will. But it wasn't as though she was planning on taking in anywhere further, not in the near future that is.

She tilted her head down slightly to look at him, her lower jaw pressed against her neck, the curls of her reddish brown colored mane standing against the tawny brown of her fur, whilst the excessive amounts of fur colored like sand along her chest and shoulders even further contrasted, the orange bursts of color on her cheeks, ears, shoulders, etc. Including her tail all seeming to be little beacons to follow, bright orange splashes of color were very fitting of Avira, they just seemed perfect for her.

And considering her sumptuous grooming habits, it wasn't at all a surprise when one noticed the glistening shine that covered all of her fur, any kind of light would produce one, and the lighting of this 'house' gave it a golden kind of sheen, and it changed when she moved, varying from golds to whites, and sometimes it wasn't there at all.

Sticking her tongue out in a playful manner, she averted her gaze elsewhere and waited for him to lead her on, tail pulling closer to her and beyond his reach for the moment, it seemed to make for a very good attention grabber, anyone with a catlike personality would quite enjoy playing with her tail indeed.

"It's you're home, so be a gentleman and lead, if you don't mind..."
 
Passable Gentleman...



She'd passed him, now his turn to pass her. Yes, Kimba had very much enjoyed the view, his nostrils filled with her scent. Very much aware she was very much a tease. Let him see what females normally don't show. That ruff of groinal fur normally very concealing. Hnnnnnn... perfectly normal for a male to feel very warm. And yes, enticed.

But Kimba knew better. Not now.......

Still, it was a gift. Of course, being male, he didn't really have any way to hide his own "assets" from view. Unless he spent his entire life fully retracted. Gave himself that "permanently neutered" look. And though Avira had seen everything at least twice, as he passed her by on the stairs, brushed fur to fur from shoulder to hip... like earlier, on his way to satisfy "nature's call", he raised his tail. Exchanged enticement for enticement, the lighting on him bringing out his own fur's coloration and patterns. Light and shadow and in-between. Dark markings on pale fur drawing female eye to "family jewels" for a brief moment.

Then he, too, shifted tail's lift and fell quite suddenly slink in his movements. Yes, as if he stalked something unseen up the stairs, ears back, his own tongue stuck out in playful manner...

... "A gentleman must protect his lady from marauding dust-bunnies......."
 
Avira gave a musical laugh at the way he acted now, finding it incredibly amusing that he was going to defend her from "marauding dust bunnies". Oh that put a smile on her face if anything, she was quite bemused and jovial at this, her mood alternating from playful and a bit coy, to childish and humorous.

It seemed she had many personality traits, a widespread base of emotions and attitudes. She was like a big patchwork painting, where everything seemed out of place, but at the same time it all fit together perfectly to create an amazing work of art.

"Ha! That's cute. Positively hilarious. Perhaps my shadow will try and attack next? Or the lint in the fabrics maybe?"

She couldn't help but add on to the little escapade, it a was a priceless moment she wouldn't fail to take part of, something she would be sure to remember if she ever needed something to brighten her day. She followed after the male, her ears laid back in a relaxed manner, her eyes half-lidded, only further exposing the fact that she did need to sleep just like anyone else; she wasn't nocturnal.

Her tail swished lazily behind her, her gaze riveted to Kimba as they advanced up the stairs-case, anxiety and excitement brimming about her mind aside from the weariness, wondering just how many rooms were in this building that Kimba called 'home', and how different or similar it may look in the daylight when morning rolled around.

She was definitely more open minded and playful at night, but in the morning she'd likely have returned to her previous state of being, a bit more uptight and fickle as she had been earlier that day.
 
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Works of Art...



Nism were indeed works of art. Each Bloodline crafted with the greatest care by a single Creator, knowing his or her work would carry on long after they were gone. Yes, each Bloodline pair like a patch in a quilt. A thousand-patch quilt added on to, each and every generation. Now a "quilt" that covered an entire world, with "patches" strewn about the Universes. More to the point, two "patches" making their way up the stairs, each unique.

One male, the other, female...

Not yet a single patch.

Kimba kept exposing his need to sleep by yawning again...

... "Lint is insidious... hides behind the fabric of our security, then leaps out in attack! We'll have to patrol the blankets together..." He gave Avira a grin over shoulder... "watch each others... backsides......."

As he yawned, his tail flicked up again, for a second or two. Tail down, ears forwards, he crested the stairs-top, stood up on twos facing her, and made a "ta-da!" gesture. Yes, as tended to be usual in Nism homes, "rooms" tended not to have doors, sometimes not even well-defined walls. So as Kimba turned about, hands now behind back as he strolled towards the "room" that served his "bed", Avira could see into "rooms" filled with artworks and trinkets Kimba had collected over the course of his life. Some, from other worlds and other artists. The rest, works of his own. Like walking through an art gallery.......

....... not everything crafted from metal.
 
"Hmm... Well I don't know about you, but I intend to sleep. I've stayed up much later tonight than I usually do, and it's certainly taken its toll on me."

She was very straightforward and honest with Kimba about the fact that, while yes she was enjoying herself at the moment and having a laugh about things, she was fully insistent that she get some well earned and deserved sleep tonight. As much as she would like to observe the rest of the 'house' and all of the artwork he had stashed inside of its walls, she needed to sleep.

She gave another yawn, this one being only her second and seeming inferior when compared to the many that Kimba had experienced since they had left Deen's little feasting community event. While Avira usually wasn't one to attend such gatherings, Kimba had persuaded her to come despite that fact.

She stood idly astride him, not too far away but not close enough to invade personal space and likewise have her own invaded. Her tail nearly touched the floor but it hovered just above, swaying lazily from side to side as if it were caught in an ever alternating breeze with just enough force to cause her tail to move. Both of her bright blue arms and legs were straight beneath her, tawny fur plush and smooth. She could pass for a bed if someone laid on her, not that she would allow anyone to do such a thing...
 
To Bed...



While Avira remained on all fours, Kimba continued on twos, a glance or two over to watch her move...

... "Feel I could sleep for a week......."

Kimba yawned... yes, again. Hadn't kept track, so he had no idea how many times. Just...

... "This night's been so worth it."

No grin, just a warm, content smile as he finally dropped to all fours and entered... well, no door, just a threshold, arc of wood overhead to mark where "hallway" ended and "room" began. Last "room" as they'd walked around the tree. No more words, not even another yawn. Just a flare of shroudruff feathers, fluff of fur, and wave of tail towards his sleeping nest. Indeed, many blankets, many pillows, all cupped low to floor. Warm. Soft. Comfortable. Things to lay on. Things to drape over body. Things to burry under.

Kimba's tail-wave, an invite towards Avira, saying: You first. After all, she was his guest.......

.......This night, yes, the first night he'd sleep with someone not family. Someone who someday could be his mate. Mother to their kits. He couldn't help his rapid heartbeat, the catch of breath in his chest. The hope. The wish. His thoughts and emotions, a tangle. He didn't want to screw up... he didn't want to mess around... hnnnnnnn... he just wanted to keep this relationship with her going, even if he had to travel the entire Universe, to keep him and her, together.......
 
She stepped past him with ease, her gate even and precise, almost perfect and flawless balance and a steady stride. And then she simply and quite intentionally fell into the mass of pillows and blankets and what-not that sufficed for a bed, suitable for two or three at least.

She gave a small ghost of a smile, her eyes closing for a moment to absorb the feel of the plushness beneath her, not that she wasn't practically an addition to the bed itself. But she felt very comfortable here, and couldn't possibly care less who was sleeping with her; although it did feel safer for that someone else to be Kimba, considering she was in a new place.

She gave a small hum of approval, laying on her back, neck laid out and her head tilted back so that her eyes were hidden amongst the pillows, stretching out a bit before rolling onto her side, curling up a bit as her tail pulled close to her so a certain 'someone' didn't lay on it. With a final shifting of her figure, she found herself in a comfortable position and now wouldn't move unless she had to, or if Kimba needed her to.

"Nothing like it is back at my place, it's so soft~"
 
To Sleep...



Sleeping together didn't have the same implications in Nism society as it did in human society. Not at all unusual for a whole Nism family to just pile together in the same bed. Even for friends, male and female, to "share a night" didn't mean they'd shared intimacy.

However...

... snuggling required two. And snuggling, well, yes... intimate, but not in aaaah... ummm... heh.

Kimba still, tired as he felt, couldn't avoid thinking the implications. Because most Nism traveled, at one time or another, and therefore learned such things. If they didn't learn in what passed for Nism education. Nothing formal, that, but still quite extensive. So many interesting cultures in the Universe!

However...

... Avira "called". Yes, Kimba hadn't failed to note how she posed her tail. He found it quite difficult to settle his fur and shroudruff, to damp his own posing. But he again yawned, eyes and expression and ears drooped...

... "You could always take some home......."

With that, he rolled out a soft purr, sleep a pleasant anticipation at this moment. On all fours, he performed his own stretch routine. Then pounced on his favorite pillow. Flopped down. Rolled over. And snuggled next to...

... her.

Both still scented with musk. His tail, seeking hers as he sighed, eyes slowly drooping, then finally shut.......
 
Still quite comfortable, she watched Kimba until he stopped moving around, her tail winding around his when it was sought out, not another word escaping her as her own ruby red eyes drifted closed, an inky depth enclosing her mind as she drifted into sleep. Her breathing evened out and she relaxed significantly, her figure at ease.

Her mind was flooded with memories and roaming thoughts, recalling the days events and such, replaying it all several times over and over again. This day was one she would never forget about, the day she met a potential soulmate, someone to possibly share the rest of her life with, to share all her feelings and desires with. It was quite an ambiguous idea, the possibilities of its course were endless and quite liable to change in the future.

But still, she liked to imagine it all ending well, for both of them and anyone else who may or may not get involved. Kimba was certainly a charmer, and he had appealed to all her tastes and personal preferences, it was a sure-fire way to her heart. But the path had not yet been entirely cleared, nothing was ever 100% guaranteed to go as planned, any number of things could happen.

Ideas and thoughts such as these filled Avira's mind, and she occasionally would stir during sleep, but other than this she was quite calm throughout the remainder of the night and likely wouldn't be the first to wake up, she had been out very late and it would cause her to sleep in a bit longer than usual...
 
To Dream...



Yes, the night's activities would also lead Kimba to sleep late. Not that he ever kept an alarm clock around to get up by. Just... well, he'd been through quite a few "stimulations" recently, from the moment he'd first met Avira. Lots of heavy breathing and pounding heartbeats. Rush of blood. Wash of hormones. He was, indeed, exhausted. Barely wrapped his tail over hers before he fell sound asleep. No, not the quiet sleep Avira enjoyed. What with his twitches of limb and face, his dreams must have been very busy.......

What with the mix of male and female musk about, yes, not only busy, but, throughout the night, of very similar theme, if differing in content. Such is the way of a young male's dreams.

Such is the way.......

Kimba's own ideas and thoughts filled his night with future possibilities, from the possible to the humorous to the... well, perhaps better left in the realm of Dreams. Because the Real World wouldn't accept such improbability. Mooing turkeys, simply too extreme.

Not that he dreamt of mooing turkeys.

Though he did have a very creative imagination. Came with being an artist. Well, who else would think to engrave his "manhood" markings on a chunk of metal? And then present said chunk to a lady he'd just met?

Kimba would.......

....... he also spent a good portion of this night purring in his sleep.
 
Throughout the entire night, unaware of the feline sounds emitted from the male whom she slept aside, Avira wound up unintentionally partially laying on him. The female embedding her muzzle into the fur along his chest, her body pressed against his side, her arms wrapped around one of his, holding him close to her. But she'd be very alarmed by this when she awoke in the morning...

Whoever woke first, would be the first to realize what positions had been assumed while asleep, and avira had unknowingly clung to Kimba in slumber, as though he were something she couldn't stand to sleep without, which was entirely false might I add...

Sunlight filtered into the 'room', skies outside a clear blue with hazy shades of pink and purple smeared across the horizon and progressively fading away as the night left them and was replaced with the activity and liveliness of the day. Even though it was still rather early for everyone to be out and about, some of the younger Nism would be up and tending to their own business, and others would follow suit as the morning reached onward.

Sounds of cheerful birds flitting about and singing to one another were audible from outside, wildflowers reaching up to the sun(s) to gather it/their warm rays, lush green grass drifting in a cool morning breeze like an ocean of bright and vivid shades of green speckled with small bursts of color from the flowers that were scattered between the blades. The start of morning was always such a serene thing to intake by sight, smell, and sound.
 
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Beautiful Morning...



The homeworld sun's rise always made for a beautiful morning. Nature, always up and active when that golden-copper orb peeked over horizon's edge. Skies indeed a very clear and deep blue, air still cool with night. Perfect coffee weather. Though Kimba had forgotten to set the pot last night. Didn't matter. Her musk still clung to his sinuses. A scent even fresh-brewed coffee couldn't overpower. A scent even.......

....... Kimba opened his eyes. All of his senses, suddenly... POOF! Aware.

... *Sigh*...

Males from quite a few species tended to share one thing in common when they slept. Yes, a "certain part" of their anatomy would... well, around Avira, he'd already had this happen several times, awake. Perfectly natural, then. Perfectly natural, now. Though this was starting to, ummm, grow into a "running gag". He'd probably need to take something for it, if it got too...ahhh... big of a problem.

Still, just laying there, in the moment, her almost fully cuddled against him. Felt so, so good. So, he kept very still, after carefully tightening the cuddle. Quirk of smile on face. Breathing, a little ragged... yes, a certain excitement coursed through his blood, but he didn't want to wake her. Just wanted to look at her, feel her, smell her, hold her. Enjoy her presence as he listened to her breathe.......
 
Avira shifted once again, unaware that Kimba was awake and was completely knowledgeable of their current positions. She soon came into a wakened state herself, eyes slowly opening and allowing light to reflect upon the ruby red irises, a yawn escaping her as she stretched out, her head coming to rest atop the male's chest as though she was still not entirely aware of what she was doing, but it wasn't long before she realized it...

Her eyes widened slightly in alarm after a few moments passed, a series of bewildered blinks passing and she bolted upright and away from him, putting a good two feet between the two Nism, a furiously embarrassed expression adorning her face, tail draped across her feet, hands coiled around the tuft as though it were a lifeline.

She was speechless and quite opposed to accepting the fact that she had obviously been cuddling with him in her sleep, something she'd rather not believe had actually happened.

"Aha... Um, sorry... "
 
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Not Sorry...



Her eyes, so startling... so beautiful. Her yawn, cute. Her stretch, the feel against his body.......

Then her wide eyes and sudden pulling away.

But Kimba didn't feel hurt or rejected. Funny, how he understood her discomforts. From the short time he'd known her, yes, he'd learned much. After all, he had his own discomforts, which he quickly covered with a pillow. No need to make her even more uncomfortable in the moment. However, he couldn't help looking her over as she sat there, tail's tuft in hands. Couldn't help that sly smile on his face...

... "I'm not sorry......."

And he wasn't. In fact, quite filled with joyous content, warm and awake and very alive. Very...

... "Has anyone told you you're beautiful when you're distressed?"

He sat up himself, tail also draped across feet, the better to hold his pillow-cover in place. And though he hadn't yawned when she had, now that he'd moved, he yawned... so filled with pleasure at the sensation, he stood up on all fours, pillow forgotten, and exercised every other muscle with a very thorough stretch of his own....... yes, fur, scales, shroudruff feathers and more, all on display. Washed in the soft light of morning.......
 
She had to move, away, from this. She needed to put a little more distance between herself and Kimba. But, for different reasons than one might think, alongside the need to recollect her thoughts and straighten herself out. There were.... other things...

Something along the lines of a desire hidden beneath the strict binding morals of her mind that wanted to get a better look at the male, from another angle if you will. And as much as she would hate to admit such a thing, she found herself captivated by him in every sense of the word even after just one full day...

It was strikingly embarrassing for her and she very clearly and plainly showed it, something so obvious would be impossible to miss in this situation. Backing further away for him, with her.. reasons... in mind, she stood perfectly still, unwillingly staring at him as if under a trance, her gaze flitting across his figure s he moved about and unwinded.

From the end of his nose to the tip of his tail and everything in between and all around, she examined and analyzed it with an odd fascination and adoration almost. Like she had found some irreplaceable beauty in the world that demanded her attention and she was left helpless but to provide it.

How strange this feeling was, it left her speechless, fur ruffled slightly, nostrils flared and intaking every scent that he exerted, ears perked upwards and facing forward to absorb every sound in the immediate surrounding area of the two, all senses on high alert and full sensory awareness.

She herself could not explain it, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to try to at the moment. Caught between trusting her mind and trusting her heart...
 
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Heart and Mind...



Chi.......

Every Nism could perceive it. Every Nism, to one degree or another, could manipulate it. Just two of the Gifts given by their Creators. Yes, Kimba, a very handsome male of his species, so filled by Life's Joy in this moment, his chi permeated the air around him as he "unwound". Avira, perhaps caught up in that chi as she watched. As a slight breeze seemed to flow from Kimba to the air about. His fur, moving to that breeze. Her, able to feel it through fur to skin. To "see" its source. Her forehead badge, that wonderful sensor, open to the world of Spirit. Energy-flow of Life. Living........

Heart and mind.......

Yes, her, caught between trusting one or the other. While he chose to trust both, to allow his own heart and mind to touch. To perhaps even merge. For Kimba, strict binding morals didn't exist. There were things you held precious, things valued. In the Nism soul, freedom grew unbounded. Spirit, never subject to fear. Never hiding. Even so, freedom meant a Spirit free to choose how one lived. Yes, her, caught by her choices... though raised in such a way, she made certain choices based...

... well, Avira had her reasons. But she also had that Free Spirit, deep within her Soul. Embrace life. Embrace risk. Embrace chance.

Perhaps choose to embrace a male, just because she couldn't see herself doing anything else. Not here, not now. Perhaps. Perhaps not now, but later. When she knew her own heart and mind better, felt more... yes, Love sometimes has strange ways. Hard to know where to take it. How far. How fast. How deep. How.......

....... Kimba arched his back in one more stretch, looking for all the world like that classic image of Halloween witch-cat, despite his pale fur. This arch, this stretch, up on toes and fingers till said digits lost contact with bed-floor. Him, floating, turning over, reaching out with a smile as he licked between all four nostrils, ears back...

... "I'll take that as a no." Still hovering upside-down in open air, tail straight out along with legs, forelimbs folded to chest, he grinned... "So... breakfast? I have coffee... tea... eggs... I can even make waffles!"
 
The female soon regained her composure and gave her head a light shake as if trying to disperse a cloud of thought that fogged her mind, seeming to successfully do so in the act of processing his words repeatedly. Blue scaled hands rose from the floor and she stood back on her haunches, tail flicked upwards as she looked at him with a calmer and more concentrated gaze. She blinked a couple of times at his figure, floating over-turned in the air, just above the ground.

"I'm not a picky eater, but I'm insatiable I'll tell you that much."

A quirky smile flashed across her muzzle, tail giving a swish and a wave behind her as she spoke, finding humor in her own words. But she would quickly come to stand in front of him, the tip of her nose nearly touching his, just a breath between the two surfaces. Giving an abrupt lick, she firmly pressed both her hands to his shoulders and gave a push downwards, sending him flat on his back against the floor, a musical laugh escaping her.
 
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Eat'a Gramuffabits...



Kimba had learned the meaning of that quirky smile. He'd also learned to appreciate a female looking over his body as she just had. It made him feel...

... *lick*...

Um ah... ummm ahhh... ooo myyy hnnnnn!

Such a pleasant shock. Sent chills not just down his spine, but through his entire body. Followed by a rush of warmth radiating from groin to everywhere else. He could definitely get used to...

... *THUMP*...

Avira had his shoulders pinned to the floor, pillows and such all about, but none underneath. Not even a wrestling mat. Yes, he'd half-expected something. But this was Avira, and he liked her, and she liked him, and her musical laugh...

... "So, you want Reese's Pieces in your waffles... got it."

With that, he counter-moved. If she wanted to play before breakfast, so be it. So... he reached up, caught her face, pulled it down closer, and planted his own abrupt lick on the end of her muzzle. That, and a bit of chi to "boost" him across the floor, enough to unbalance her.......

....... suffice it to say, it only took him a moment to have their positions reversed. Well, to be honest, not quite reversed... more like both of them on the floor, her having flipped over onto him, and him having wrapped her in his arms...

... "Insatiable, really?" He licked her cheek... "You do realize that's a loaded word......."

Romance? Check! But not yet mate.......
 
Avira gave a little yelp when she was flipped over onto him, a chill coursing down her spine all the way to the tip of her tail and the vibrantly orange colored tuft of fur that covered in in copious amounts. But this chill was quickly followed by a burst of warmth across her muzzle, something she was able to appreciate and find of fondness for.

It would seem a bit of the previous nights playful attitude remained, and she was letting that extra energy exhaust itself until she had reverted to her 'normal' state of mind. That of which would bring her back to a more calm and mature sense which would involve less playing about unlike she was doing currently.

She caught on to what he meant with his words, shifting her figure slightly so that she could get out of this hold a bit easier. An amused snort was heard from her, knowing good and well that Kimba was trying to be romantic and charming, as per usual in these situations. Yes she saw the romance in it, but she also found it quite humorous.

" I'm aware, yes." Immediately after saying this, her tail was drawn closer to herself, in such a manner that it left the plush mass of fur at the end drifting to and fro directly between his legs, coincidence? I wouldn't say that... Not so much as it was taking advantage of someone's arousal if you can call it that... "And I'm also aware, that you've put yourself in a very vulnerable position..."

Two could play at this game, and Avira didn't play fair, nor would she ever. She quite enjoyed providing a challenge, it always had the strangest way of entertaining her and making things very interesting...
 
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