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 Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2011 3:59 pm
The blue figure was lightly hunched, a sign of age and weariness in the early morning. The beach was cold, the breeze blowing straight off the ocean and drawing in ragged waves and cold winds. The noise of the ocean roared around her, but she barely heard it, staring instead at the horizon.
Both her daughters had loved the ocean. Nisija - her little Talu - had loved the sand, while Hiana - her beautiful Ma'e - had loved the water. She'd spent so much time there when they had been cubs, and now Talu was afraid to leave her den, and Hiana was long gone.
Things had gone from happy to bad in what seemed like hours and all because the muses stopped speaking. Days had passed since Hiana had announced her intention to disappear, and it had only taken her a day to pack up a few meagre possessions and just...leave. Her other son, Dvaji, had left too.
Four cubs, down to two. It seemed like she drove all her cubs away, eventually. Ili'ella, Oua, Sare and Saru...and now Hiana and Dvaji.
Lari shook her head, feeling the chill down to her bones, and she wondered if it was the wind or something else that chilled her.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 6:53 am
 The Kizingo'zaa had definitely calmed down since the first day of an outbreak of shouting, wails, crying, and running around aimlessly for lack of order. The large, pink lion had been there, seen everything, and made himself as much of a presence as possible. He loved his pride, and he loved the folk in it. Many said they were going to find their lost goddess and only return when they found her; many just said they were leaving. And many left indeed.
This, of course, brought a series of heartbreak, losses, general misery and the likes. These things were not in the male's vocabulary. He just wanted everyone here to be a part of his family, and while he was able to convince some to stay, some proved to be as stubborn and rigid as the rocks that had stopped talking to some of the other lions. While he did not understand this situation, as he was still able to talk to his moon the way he had been talking to it for years, he supposed he had to let them go if it made them happy to leave.
But ah, things were still awry back at home to the lions who lost loved ones to these departures. Like light to an insect, he had been attracted to these lions with departed relatives or friends, offering a large, fluffy shoulder to lean on and weep upon. He was always glad to help, ready to remedy the situation and keep his friends and family happy. And, as another situation presented itself, he found himself whisking away to the beach's shores, empathetic blue eyes locking onto a solemn figure.
The telltale signs of grief were all too present: a shaking head, a lowered posture, and a still and silent form. Of course, it had to be old Laf'lari. Her daughter had been the first to voice that she would leave, and was rather abrupt about it. As soon as she made that declaration, he saw her no longer than a moon's wait. Since that day, he had felt Laf'lari's loss in his heart, and just wished to be more of a presence to fill in that gap.
"Lari," he voiced, coming from behind, striped tail trailing on the ground, "Here to speak to the ocean? I've heard it hasn't gotten back to anyone yet."
A small smile played at his mouth as he went around to Laf'lari's side to sit, turning to look at her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 8:55 pm
Lari closed her eyes against the breeze coming off the ocean, wondering mutely whether she was such a terrible mother that her cubs refused to stay with her beyond the times of necessity. She heaved a sigh. Rai was no help at the moment, though she knew he cared for her, as she cared for him, but he wasn't much for talking.
She wasn't sure if she wanted to talk though, which irritated her. She felt miserable, but she just didn't know what to do to feel better. Ugh. She hated this misery. After Neculai had died, she had felt the same bone-aching misery, but it had been so much worse, because she knew she would never see her Neculai again.
She startled at a familiar sounding voice calling her name. Not one of her family, but one of the pride. She glanced back over her shoulder, watching him approach and offering him a weak smile as he sat beside her.
"Hullo, Memeth," she greeted the male. He had been at the meetings, he had seen her daughter leave, she realised. Was that why he smiled at her? Did he feel pity for the female who's cubs had abandoned her?
"I don't mind if the ocean doesn't speak to me," she admitted, glancing back at the crashing waves. "As long as it's still here, that's all that matters." Was that too telling? She felt selfish saying that, but it was true. She wanted her cubs with her, but she wasn't sure if she could have dealt with Hiana's misery, had she been forced to stay.
She sighed again, shaking her head. Her hair tuft curled at the edges, the moisture of being near the ocean making it frizz slightly. Normally, she would hate that look, especially around an attractive male - and Memeth was attractive, Lari could admit that, even though she herself was mated already - but at the moment, she couldn't bring herself to care too much about her appearance.
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