The western sky was burning. As the sun set, it seemed to paint a wonderful picture, lighting up the water of the sea and turning everything around the lioness red, even herself. It was a beautiful time of day, when it seemed the world was being painted. Letting out a sigh, the cream-brown lioness smiled, simply watching.
Carefully jumping across a small fissure in the land, Remiel patroled the area, making sure no roaming rogues with ill intent had entered the lands. Pausing under a tree, he looked to the west, noticing the sunset. And right there, watching it as well, was a lioness. Tilting his head, Remiel made his way down to her, curious as to who this was.
Ears flicking back, the chocolate-marked lioness looked over, noticing the other male. Compared to him, she was... Tiny. Slowly standing, she felt a bit uneasy, a sort of sense coming to her of meeting a lion who had a lot of physical power at their disposal. This was a lion she'd not met yet, one who was foriegn to her. "Hello... I... Don't think we've met yet..."
"No... We haven't..." The lion stopped, watching the lioness. The burning red sunset seemed to make the copper color of his coat and mane more evident, more vibrant. It did well for her coat, as well, he thought. Looking over to it, Remiel titled his head. "Beautiful, isn't it? I don't think there's a view quite like this anywhere else in the world..."
He wasn't here to chase her or anything... Good... Relaxing, Mut looked to the sunset again. "It is... The sun sets, and soon the moon will rise, bathing the world in a pale light..." To the east, the stars dotted the sky, preparing for the coming moon. Mut glanced at them, then back to the fiery sunset. "For now, the land burns with the sun's light... As it always has."
Remiel nodded, watching it. After a moment, he let out a small sigh. "When I was a cub... My mother would tell me that when the sun burned the sea like that... It opened the gates for the deceased to pass on to the after-life on the day they died. If the sky was cloudy, and the sun didn't burn the sea... They were doomed to walk the Earth for eternity..." A light breeze tugged at the curls in his mane, the hairs brushing across his face. For a moment, the world was blurry. He blinked a few times, clearing his throat.
Looking at the male, Mut tilted her head. He was sad... As she studied him, thinking on his words and his reaction to his own words, she frowned. "If I'm interpreting right... You can only see her in your memories of the past..." Offering a smile, the tan lioness bowed her head just a bit. "I've walked the world only knowing my own mother in memories, mostly the memories of my older brothers and sisters and father." It didn't make her a worse lioness, having no mother. Those who grew up without their mother tended to go different ways. She was one of many who had gone a good way, growing up strong despite the loss.
He looked at the lioness, considering her words. They were from vastly different places, born far apart, and yet... They were alike, in a way. He let out a chuckle, then looked at the sunset. "I suppose we can see them here, at the edge of Heaven... I know my mother has company up there... My father died as well... I was raised by Kingu's family, as a surrogate brother for him. You'd think he could save himself from a hawk..." The copper lion shook his head, smiling. That Kingu, he'd never be much of a fighter.
The edge of Heaven... Watching the sun sink fully, the stars coming out, Mut smiled, finding that to be an appropriate term. Letting out a pleasant sigh, she smiled at the copper-brown male. "I'm Mut'salama.. I don't think I caught your name, though." Indeed, they had been so caught up in the sunset, she'd forgotten her manners.
"Remiel." It was a short answer, but it was the only answer. Though... Kingu HAD taken to calling him Remy when they were cubs. Even now, he'd still call him Remy. Looking up at the stars dotting the sky, he flicked his ears, as if listening to them. After a moment, he looked at Mut. "We should get back to the dens. Rogues of ill intent like to pop up and attack at night." Stepping carefully, he headed for the dens, now and then pausing to wait for her. There was no sense in letting somebody else get hurt on his watch.
