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 Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 10:38 am
 This wasn't right...none of this was right.
As the young lion sat upon the dunes, watching the scenes of fighting and the sound of blood against blood.
Family vs Family...this...this wasn't how it was supposed to be!
"This is madness..." He muttered under his breath before he followed his stalking mother, looking down in concentration.His mother.
Mpeka...was...well...to say the least she was furious.
Her claws scratched at the sand itself, at the rocks, everything they'd passed had small white lines and some blood trailing down it's side from her placing too much pressure on her pitch black weapons of death.
"Curse them...curse them all..." She spat under her breath, venomous yellow eyes glaring onto the horizon of the battle as she seeked out rebels to kill and friends to find.
With help her home, her pride, would be able to rip the gizzards of every last traitor that banished prince had brought with him!
But first she needed to find someone.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 11:11 am
And so, she slid silently down the dunes and towards the caves, passing the quivering slaves without a second glance, until she came onto the empty one of her own. Silence was all that met her, the scents of her past gone as nothing but memories met her. She starred with a blank expression for but a moment, until turning away with a growl.
"There is no time for this foolishness." She hissed out, until suddenly she caught sight of another dark red figure, away from the battling and with a large male next to her.
"...Well I'll be damned..." And so, she stalked after the pacing female, a ghost of a smile crossing her maw at the sight of her old friend. Reunions in battle, how sweet.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 11:31 am
The female continued to pace, snarling at the sound of her brothers and sisters in blood battle, ears flattened against her skull while her son watched her while still contemplating their next move.
As she saw this she let out a sharp and none too friendly snarl at him.
"Get your head out of the damn clouds boy, one of those rebel swine could easily come up from behind and make it so it stays there permanently!"
No longer was she the calm mannered proud parent nor the playful mate, now she was a warrior, a hot blooded female who felt absoloutley enraged at these whelps and betrayers for disgracing her home lands!
However it was a welcome change as a familiar scent, one she hadn't found in a long time graced her nostrils.
"...Nuri?" She whispered under her breath.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 11:41 am
Her ear flickered at the sound of her name, and the smirk grew as she paused and waited for the female to turn. During her silence, she studied the elder form of her 'sister', eyes wandering down her pelt and snow white markings, before she suddenly turned to eye the male next to her.
It took only a moment to connect the markings and the pelt color to a son, and she felt a warmth at seeing Mpeka's family having grown as well. Maybe there was some good in this dying old-age pride.
"I see you still have some skill left in you, old friend."
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 12:06 pm
Both heads quickly turned to the red and ebony coloured female, a small, rare smile playing with Mpeka's features at the sight of her old pride sister and comrade.
"Knowing you Nuri you've probably been stalking me for some time, so I doubt you've lost most of your skills either." She replied with a smirk, she was almost confident that Nuri would be on their side, that she was a traditionalist...she had to be after all those moons of planning together and speaking so highly that there would be a rebirth of the pride.
Damu sat there, watching his mother and the other female who slowly grew all the more familiar but he said nothing in the meantime.
For now he greeted the other Firekin with a respectful nod and just watched her closely.
This female didn't smell of sand...atleast not a lot of it, she smelled different, different from the pridal lands.
His mother however just smirked on, standing there strong and proud in the presence of her friend.
"Have you been able to spill to blood of any rebels since this battle, sister?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 12:12 pm
She smirked back, before looking over to Damu one more time and sending him a softer smile, one of sudden regret at the final words the female said. Looking back with a guarded gaze, she blinked once before taking in a deep breath and turning towards the battle.
"It is hard to see who's side they are on anymore..." The comment was directed towards the blending of the colors, and the fact that Nuri no longer saw pelts as a determining factor. Letting out another breath, she looked back towards Mpeka with one last warm gaze, before her eyes slowly froze over.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 12:36 pm
Damu winced sadly almost as if he knew it was coming, somehow the thought of something good coming along from a female whom his mother had never seen in moons and had the scent of places he'd never even seen.
He readied himself however incase his mother did something she regretted.
His mother was...well...shocked, for a moment she was confused but then it slowly set in and she started to shake with anger.
Her gaze now met the frozen gaze of her friend with an equally icy look, muzzle wrinkled back in a mix of anger and fear for her own sanity as the urge to pounce and rip our her throat surged through her.
"H...How!?" She started, practicly spat at her. "How could you side with those who would take our traditions like some petty carcasses and try to rend them apart!?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 12:41 pm
Nuri showed no signs of anger like Mpeka, simply disinterest in her cold form as she sat that without a care. She had a feeling she would run into old friends, those who supported the past when she saw the future. And so, she fell into her old mood, her old feelings and actions that she treated with any stranger. Mpeka was an old friend, yes, but this creature was not the friend she remembered, and so she would not back down.
"You misunderstand the cause, old friend. That is not why we are here, we are not destroying the traditions, simply abandoning those that are not needed any longer. My dreams were to bring life to this pride, and with the mind set that my prince holds, those dreams are becoming a reality." Her voice silenced after that, as she eyed Mpeka with tolerance, glancing a moment towards Damu before dismissing him. He would bring no harm.
"Calm yourself, sister, it is this rash action that is causing the war. Just take a moment to listen."
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 1:10 pm
The lion watched on the two, seeing the two tempers and the differences between them both before he listened to what Nuri had to say, his ears twitching with every word before he turned back to his mother.
He stood there ready incase she tried to attack the other lioness before his ears flattened back.
"Mother." He started, blinking as she snarling lioness turned to him and growled at him.
"Please, she speaks sense, listen to her if for just a moment!"
She couldn't believe what she was hearing, body tensing before she snarled at her son if just to silence his words before glaring at Nuri.
"I spent almost my whole life looking for this pride, nothing but my faith in the Goddess and my brother companion ship to guide me...and now I have so much thanks to it...the traditions have kept us alive and it only because of weak links like you prince that have caused it to go to ruin!"
She clawed at the sand angrily.
"And I will not have him rip apart everything I have within this pride!"
She was almost ready to pounce before her son stepped infront of her, she loved her child so quickly halted herself, drawn between her duty to her family and her pride as she watched Nuri past the furry road block that was her son.
It was only till she was relatively calm did he briefly stepped out of the way.
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 7:39 am
She showed no response to the words, her eyes lidded lightly as if it were a casual conversation. As the male stepped in front of the mother, Nuri continued to keep eye contact, though not to mock, but keeping the respect she had for the other. It was hard to deal with one so uneducated, but Nuri could not blame her friend. She had never seen the world outside of the traditions, the beauty that Finar-si kept from the blood.
As he stepped aside, Nuri took another step closer, so she could speak softly outside of the fighting and noise that the confrontation caused.
"I too saw the faults of the pride, and while looking for it I found the right answer. The goddess is gone, Mpeka, the goddess has left the lands to die while the prides outside of this world flourish. Kidondo saw the ways that the others lived, and saw the few faults the blood holds. He has returned to fix it, not rip it apart, but correct it so that we may thrive and live to be the pride we once were..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 10:48 am
Mpeka stood there, body crouched low to the ground as she felt her muscles twitch and pulse painfully through the burst of adrenaline that almost throttled her.
But she watched and listened to her 'friend' closely as she started to pant weakly with the stress.
It angered her...angered her to think that they'd change everything, she snarled weakly, holding back the furious tears as her claws teased the granules of sand beneath her paws.
"Everything...everything will change...it won't be like what it once was...how could your prince make something that was once already great any better!?"
It tore deep at her heartstrings, her moral fibre, everything that basicly made her and she glared at Nuri with desperate, questioning eyes on the very verge of madness.
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