Amjad found himself tired and limping back to his parent's den. Despite his best efforts, he hadn't managed to take down any prey to bring home to his family as a surprise gifts. He figured the reason why was because of his desire to try and take down something that was obviously too much for the adolescent to handle, but it hadn't dissuaded him at the time. He could feel the pain with every step he took and it made him look silly.
"Mom!" He called, feeling the need for someone to take pity on him. He knew if he called for his father that the older male would give him a very serious look and tell him he was being an idiot, but he didn't want to be reminded of his own foolishness at the moment.
Kinaya poked her head out of the den, and blinked in surprise at her baby. He looked like he'd been in a fight! Rushing over, she immediately pulled the adolescent lion into a snuggle and groomed him a little, "Oh darling, are you okaaaay? What happened? Come inside, I'll get you fixed all up."
Amjad felt better having his mother worry over him, grooming him and asking him what had happened. He wasn't ashamed that he was a Mommy's boy, because Mommy would always be there for him and he was grateful for that. Limping along with his as she fussed over him, he looked up to her slighty as they were almost about the same size now and made a sad face.
"I was trying to hunt and surprise everyone with a really great kill, but than out of nowhere another prey beast came and knocked me over and tried to attack me. It was horrible," He said, spinning a more elaborate tale than what his encounter really was.
Amjad had taken on a very large water buffalo, the water buffalo was much strong than he was and flung him off his back. Amjad hit the ground on his leg and bawed like a baby. He made a big mistake by trying to take on something significantly larger than himself, but he was pretty positive if he could pull it off he'd get high praises. Too bad he hadn't pulled it off.
"Awwwwwww, baby, that sucks." she snuggled her little boy a bit more once they were inside, "I had that happen to me a few times when I was smaller too." she told him, petting her little one's ears some and licking the blood off his flank. "I used to try to fight all sorts of things when I was little cause I was hungry and they looked yummy, and I got hurt a bunch. I know how embarassing it is."
Kinny was more than happy to dote on her little boy, having not had a very doting mother at all. Her mother was more interested in flings, travel and not dealing with an idiotic little cub who wanted to know about everything and play games, so she'd been left rather quickly. The amount of times Kinaya had gone hungry or eaten just bugs because she couldn't kill something were inumerous, but they made her a much better huntress now. "Next time, we'll go out and kill something big together and I'll show you how to do it really good and get both at once."
"Didn't your Mom get you food?" Amjad asked, not being highly aware of his mother's sordid background. He knew her life hadn't been all that easy, but he wasn't are of the extent of harshness her life had been to her before she had met his father. Kinaya's stories of her past would only make Amjad more grateful for the fact she was here with them and loved him so. He couldn't imagine his life without Mommy.
"That would be really great," Amjad admitted, liking the idea of him and his mother spending quality time together out on the hunt instead of just lazying around the den. He'd get to see his mother in action, which was one experience in his life he had yet to have. Kinaya and Tai would just show up out of nowhere with food, it was almost like they were magic.
"No." the female shook her head nonchalantly, "Mommy left very soon after I came along. She didn't want to have a baby along and I was annoying." She spoke of this past like it was nothing, and always had. It seemed perfectly fine and normal to her, even if she especially doted on her babies to make it easier because of that background. She was fine and happy, but they deserved to be moreso.
The lioness laughed a little, "We'll go do that sometime soon then. I haven't gotten to go out of the pride with you much since you were little. We can go find something really big and come back with it and I'll tell your daddy it was all you and I went to watch and make sure you were safe. How's that sound, hm?"
"You are not annoying," Amjad said, making a face at the way his mother described herself when talking about her mother. He had never found his mother annoying. Perhaps it was because he was simply used to the way he was, or he was oblivious to what made a person annoying but he never saw her that way. She was the best and most fun mother there was.
"Oh, well..." Amjad said, puffing his chest out a little in vain, "That would make all the Banu notice me if we brought home something that big and you let me take all the credit."
He smiled at his own joke, but was genuinely happy with the idea of his mother and him going out and hunting together. Whether she allowed him to take credit for everything or not wasn't even in the forefront of his mind. Just the ability to go out and bond with his mother was enough to make him a content little Mommy's boy.
Kinaya laughed and pat him once more, "I mean that's what she said silly. It doesn't matter one way or another."
"What happened to that one Banu you wanted to notice you?" she teased, poking his unhurt shoulder a little. She liked getting to spend time with her babies, and Amjad was her lil Mama's boy, which made things even better. He didn't mind being mommied the way the others did these days. Dafina may be Daddy's girl, but Amjad was Kinaya's baby.
"I'm still trying to get her to notice me," He said, giving his mom a sheepish smile. It was much more difficult than he thought it was to convince this female that he was a good guy at heart and than he was the guy for her. Never mind having to convince to her father, but just trying to convince her was an ordeal on its own, but he was determined damnit.
"Girls aren't as easy to talk to as I thought they were," He said, wrinkling his nose a little, "I can't talk to them like I talk to you, Mommy. It's like I have to convince them to even speak to me and that gets frustrating. I guess it's because I'm a Pesar and not a Banu like them, so they don't want to talk to me unless they have to."
That was his thoughts on the matter, anyway. There was always some weird tension between the boys and the girls and until they were in your harem you'd have to keep this awkward guard up that made speaking or even flirting all the more difficult. He didn't understand why they just didn't speak...
The pink lioness listened intently to her son's problem, "Oh, I don't know anything about that. I didn't notice anyone especially when I was younger. Mostly cause I didn't see many creatures that weren't food - your Daddy might know. He's very noticible." she explained brightly, "But why do they not want to talk to you? You're very nice." Kinaya had thought were girls were supposed to be extra nice to boys in this pride, but what did she know? She was nice to everyone.
"I think it's my markings," He said worriedly, though he took pride in having markings like his father's. "Gubari says I look threatening, and so the girls might think I might be a meaner Pad than the others."
The little round Pesar had a point when he said that. He did look a little threatening sometimes, but he was pretty sure the smiles he gave everyone and his cheerful nature would help dispel the worry of him being mean, but it apparently didn't seem that way. He'd just have to try harder at getting them to believe he was a nice guy.
Sighing, he shifted and winced from his glorified boo-boo. He felt like he needed a nap of some sort and yawned loudly.
"Maybe you're just making them nervous because they don't know you." Kinaya suggested instead, a bit biased on her son and her mate's markings. They looked perfectly nice to her after all.
Nuzzling his side a bit, she smiled, "You should go lay down little one and rest up. You might feel better than. After that we can go look for dinner, just you and me." she promised him gently.
"Ok," Amjad said with a smile and a half-yawn. Being flung off a water buffalo was tiring, and having mother-son time was equally tiring. It reminded him of when he was a cub and how he would talk and talk and than half-way through a sentence just pass out next to or on his mother, not waking up for hours. He liked those memories.
"We'll make everyone super proud with what we bring back," Amjad said, limping up a little and nuzzleing his mom before making his way to the den, "Make them proud and full."
