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 Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 3:53 am
 ((I decided to actually bypass the birthing RP this once, whee I'll probably go back and write it up later
For days she had wandered, absent from her brothers, mother, her journey had taken her quite a ways. So far from her home had she walked, in fact, that she feared she might not be able to find the way back, but she only need find the Pridelands to find the place of her birth.
Almost like a flock of birds returning to their own nesting sights to rear their own new young, Kimya'ukilia returned bearing new life.
Her daughter, Imara'ini, trailed at her paws, a small version of herself, the only differences being in their eyes, the missing bag-markings under Imari's eyes, and the color drained from the deep brown of Kimya's pelt. Her precious little ruby-eyed diamond...
Her existance Kimya had first feared would only remind her of her pain-- the attack from the rogue, the fact that she had been alone all this time, and most of all a reminder of her own mother who had also sired a litter, raised them fatherless. It didn't bother Kimya not knowing who her father was. She had mother and that was all that mattered to her, but she didn't want to let her little one down. What would she ever think to tell her should Imara ever ask who -her- sire was?
Kimya's blue eyes drifted down to meet with her daughter's wine-colored ones, purring in an ever-doting tone: "We're almost there, Imara-dear, are you doing alright?"
Though Imara was actually the better fed of the two. Being a single rogue mother certainly was difficult, and she often wondered how Kinja had managed to feed -four- including herself, where Kimya struggled to feed just the two of them. Hunting for Imara took precedence over everything else though. First it was easy, all that she had to do was make sure she had enough in her to provide milk, but eventually Imara was old enough to switch to meat, at which point hunting became more essential and more difficult.
Fortunately, Kimya had met a few kind creatures good enough to look after Imara while Kimya took care of her own needs. She hoped she'd be so lucky again upon their arrival home. She hoped her brothers would approve, and that mother would be proud...
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 10:49 am
 Imara still wasn't really aware of the big, wide world yet. What she knew was her mother, the milk, and the walking. This had been how it was for the whole of her as-yet short life. Contentedly the small, pale, grey spotted cub trotted behind her mother, half skipping every few paces to keep up, her tiny paws still a little awkward as she crossed distances most other cubs would not have to bear so early in life.
She was content, though. This was life as she knew it and she was happy. She had all she needed in the form of this large, warm body who walked beside her. Absently the tiny female scooted closer to her mother, nudging her oddly contrasting dark nose and forhead into the back of one of her mother's perhaps over-thin legs.
She smiled up at the adult, half stumbling over her feet as she did. "M'good!" came her tiny, high voice, a stark contrast to the warm and soft tones of her mother. She was still new to the world and to speech and sometimes still stumbled over her words as much as her feet.
In a way her feelings were devided over 'getting there'. Her mother had mentioned it many times, strived for it, and yet Imara was a little afraid of this... 'there'. There meant not being like this any more and she was troubled by that thought. This, as they were now, was how things should be, wasn't it? Imara stumbled over her peach-tinged feet as she stumbled over these complex new feelings and had to run a few paces to keep up with her mother.
Her mother had told her it would be good, would be wonderful. Her small, purple-red eyes searched the horizon as if to meet this first 'enemy' head on. To conquer it. If it made her mother happy, after all, Imara's loving paragon of virtue, food and comfort, then how could it possibly be bad?
(( Lemme know if I've made any mistakes/ wrong assumptions and I'll fix 'em... ^^;;; ))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:30 am
Kimya smiled proudly, glad that Imara was fairing well. She wouldn't have dreamed of pushing them so hard, but worried for the safety of her child in a world with rogues like her father. She knew enough from the encounter to expect that the pristine beast, or any like him, wouldn't be tolerant of the baby tailing after her mother, so Kimya's senses were on extra high alert. Her brothers, her mother, her protectors-- they were the only lions in this world that Kimya trusted, let alone with the precious bundle of energy that was her daughter.
The thought hadn't even crossed her mind that Imara and her uncles or grandmother might not get along, but she couldn't wait for her to meet the rest of her family.
"We're almost there..." She repeated again, softly, more to herself this time.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:00 pm
Imara, of course, was oblivious to any threat to her world as most young ones are until some great threat comes to them and shatters thier protective cocoon. Thankfully, that had not yet happened, though the naive young cub would possibly have been easier to take care of if it had. As they walked she was prone to sniffing, licking and prodding at things she had never come across before.
All cubs wanted to know about the world around them and Imara was no exception. When she was so distracted, she'd fall beind a few paces and then, realising that the presence of her mother had moved further than was comfortable, would skitter forward to catch up. She didn't want to be left alone, of course not, and her mother would never have done so. She smiled up, now at that warm, chocolate and charcoal face and she noticed her mother seemed to be thinking on something. Something which seemed to make her happier, anyway, as Imara thought she could see a happier set to her mothers features, a very subtle uplifting.
"What'll we do when we'get there?" she wondered aloud for the first time. The thought had come to her but usually it was quickly forgotten... Now they were so close she pondered on it again.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:35 pm
"The rest of our family is somewhere around there..." Kimya answered with a gentle purr rumbling through her frame, sparing a glance down to Imara'ini. She finally began to slow her pace to a calmer walk, realizing that they were closer to home than she initially thought. "Your two uncles, and maybe your grandmother too."
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 9:12 pm
The child nodded at her mothers words, pondering this faceless band of relatives she'd never known. Relatives, having other lions around at all, seemed an odd concept to her. To be alone with her mother was all that had been and it was all she cherised. Having to share her? Hmm.. It didn't sound good at all.
Her small body rubbed close up aganst her mother's comforting, soft flank. The slowing pace seemed to Imara to be a mirror of her own trepidation in going on. Still, there was only forward and perhaps these other lions would be as soft, as kind, as comforting as her mother had been. She could but hope.
"What's they like?" she asked, with all the innocence and candor of childhood in her tone.
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 5:33 am
Kimya chuckled at her daughter, slowing their pace further as they reached a tree that had, until roughly twenty minutes ago been a distant speck. Even if Ima said she was alright, Kimya decided that a little rest couldn't hurt.
"Well... your uncle Kamal is..." Now how did one go about describing Kamal? "Brave," Kimya purred. "funny, very loyal... he's a bit hard to describe though. His fur is only a bit lighter than mine, and his mane is black. Your uncle Hakan is the oldest of the three of us. Playful, smart, protective, and very sweet." The masked lioness remembered fondly, settling fully onto her haunches under the shade of an Acacia tree, drawing Imara close with one forepaw and starting to groom the dust from her little girl's pelt. It seemed they had aquired quite a bit of it by now. She just wished water weren't so scarce. They'd have to find some soon, both for thirst and for bathing.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 6:36 am
Her small face puckered in thought as Imara tried to map this small web of relations. She sat down with a small, inelegant thud as she listened, leaning slightly against her mother's caramel-toned side. As she was grommed the small lion closed her eyes and sat peacefully, enjoying the closeness with her mother and getting a little of the ingraned desert dust out her pale fur.
Mimicking and in a small effort to be helpful she tried to groom a small section of her mother's large forepaw. Lulled there by the warmth she almost fell asleep, wondering if this land they were going to was really a dream and not real at all.
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 11:05 am
Kinja had taken to the life of solitude rather well. Her cubs had up and gone and now Kinja had only the clouds at day and the stars at night to keep her company. It was lonely at times, yes, but she coped well in her old age. Her recent litter stilled visit her at times so it was not too bad.
Currently she was wasting the day lounging by the empty den under the tree. She had not moved dens since the birth of her cubs. There was no need. Kinja was very close to her old home and felt safe with her surroundings. She hadn't the need to move she she didn't. So now she enjoyed the warmth of the sun on her pelt, still very much use to warmth though she doubted she'd enjoy the heat of the desert anymore but she still enjoyed the warmth the sun gave.
At the sounds of paw prints, Kinja looked up from her resting place, blue eyes still vibrant even in her old age. Rising to her paws she walked around the large tree and eyes fell upon a familiar and welcome sight. "Kimya." With a bright smile, Kinja walked up to her daughter and rubbed heads with her, pleased to see her daughter again. Once she pulled away to look at how much her daughter had grown, eyes fell upon the little pale cub at her side. The resembelence was amazing. "And who is this charming little girl. I do say she looks far to much like you Kimya to be just a random cub." Kinja smiled at the little one as she lowered her head to look into the tiny one's purple eyes. "Hello sweetie."
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 11:25 am
A smile formed at the corners of her maw as she groomed the dust from her child's pelt, both amused and endeared by Imara's attempts to help clean.
So focused on her offspring she'd been, that Kimya hadn't even recognized the solitary tree she'd picked out for a resting spot to be the very one where she'd been born. Her shock was quite apparent all of a sudden as a familiar scent reached her nose, and an even more familiar voice reached her ears. She ceased with cleaning Imara's pelt as her black striped head whipped about to the side in time to see Kinja rounding the large tree, and she let out an uncharacteristically loud (louder than usual at least) cry of joy.
"Mother!" She exclaimed happily, a smile coming to her face identical to the one she bore around Imara, ever since her birth. It was a smile reserved only for family, the most precious of lions in Kimya's life. A deep rumbling purr came from her as the older lioness greeted her, and Kimya returned the greeting with joy in her heart and her eyes. It was so wonderful to see mother again, still alive, still well. She'd been terrified of the idea of returning home to find her gone... "Mother, I've missed you so..." She freely confessed, staring back at Kinja with mirroring blue eyes.
Her smile softened out to one of pride, an emotion that Kimya had never touted before, but did now. How could she not with such a little blessing at her side?
"This is Imara'ini... your granddaughter." She purred, placing an encouraging lick to the top of her little one's head, lovingly.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:31 am
Imara looked up at the warm expression on the face of her granmother and felt the encouraging lick from her mother. Neither of these comforted her much though as she shyly tryed to press her face against her mother's side in the manner of all small ones who believe when they can't see it the world goes away. She nuzzled for comfort away from this strange other who she could see was so important to her mother. It would have been different if her mother had been hostile - she might not have been so shy - but it was maybe the thought of some failure in the eyes of this other who mother seemed so immediately fond of that made her so wary.
As also was the way of the young she couldn't really see this grandmother as her mother's mother - or imagine that the two could have the relationship she and her mother had. It was beyond the scope of her world at the moment so this other was simply a relation to her, some arch matriarch to whom was owed respect and love. One small purplish-red eye peeked out warily, a small, shy smile too on her cream maw. " ...'lo " she murmered quietly.
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 6:37 am
Kinja looked at her daughter with a soft smile as the young one buried her face within her mother's soft fur. The shyness of Imara only caused a wider and kinder smile to spread across the old lionesses face. Wanting to make Imara as most comfortable as possible, Kinja lowered herself to the ground so she was on a better level for Imara. She lowered her head to lay on her front paws as her startling blue eyes looked at the pale hued female. "It's wonderful to meet you. My name is Kinja but you can call me grandmother if you wish. I am very glad you came to visit me."
Kinja glanced up at Kimya before slowly rising back up into a sitting position. "She'd adorable, Kimya. If you don't mind me asking, who is her father??"
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Posted: Thu Feb 22, 2007 7:32 am
She was glad to see Imara overcome her shyness a little to say hello, but didn't mind the meek response her daughter had shown in the least. It was absolutely endearing...
Her tongue ran once more over the back of Imara's neck and head, once or twice, coaxing the little one a little bit more. Her mother (Kinja) had always been such a natural and wonderful presence around children. Kimya could still remember more than a little fondly her own childhood days spend under this tree with the red pelted rogue.
When asked about Imara's father, however, just a flicker of regret and pain flashed through Kimya's mirroring blue eyes, though she carefully schooled it from the rest of her expression.
"I'm... not sure, he didn't give a name."
She didn't say more. Imara didn't know how cubs were concieved yet, so it wasn't that she worried about that, but she didn't want to come outright and say she had been attacked either. Imara would understand all too well what it meant if Kimya said that her father had hurt her. She didn't want to scare Imara, especially not away from the idea of finding a male that she could actually trust someday.
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2007 1:48 pm
The soft tones of her grandmother's voice brought the young cub peeking out from behind the safety of her mother's broad foreleg more fully, wide eyes taking in the figure of her grandmother. She looked over the red female with wide eyes, assimilating the fact that this lion was not in fact scary and was not bad. She ventured a small smile as the larger adult lay down so that both were almost at eye level.
Her mother's words washed over her, the rumble just above her ears as it had been for most of her life. She liked the sound of it, it was comforting, the words meaning little in themselves. Her mother's persuasive, conforting licks prompted the little one out just a bit further and she hesitantly snepped forward again, wondering what she was supposed to do. Maybe there was some grandmother-meeting-ritual she was not party to?
As she looked at her grandmother Imara realised the older female had the same blue eyes as her mother. They held that same kindness, too. Desite the two looking so different she could see that speck of similarity and it made her feel a little more comfortable to be near Kinja. A brighter smile passed over her little face, then.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 3:38 pm
Kinja looked at her daughter with knowignly sad eyes. She knew what that was like. It had been how Kimya and her two brothers were conceived. It wasn't the most pleasant of experiences but it did bring along miracles that managed to keep her going when her life was funneling downwards. She said nothing, knowing how sensitive little ones could be at such a tender age as Imara. Instead she turned her attention to her granddaughter. The first granddaughter she had ever had...well...that she knew of. It was highly possible that her children in the desert had had some of their own cubs, but that, she doubted, she would ever know about.
Kinja smiled wider as Imara smiled. She lowered her head so it layed on her two front paws. "So do you like traveling with mommy?" She questioned jovially. "I can bet that you've seen a lot of the world. More than I ever saw at your age."
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