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 Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 3:24 pm
Blood red eyes watched the scened displayed before them, silent, observing for long moments before she turned to look away; to her right somewhere, only a few minutes away, lay the oasis she had known as her home since her birth. To her left however.... lay something else. Misae knew that there was a whole world that stretched beyond the oasis, a full new world that she'd never seen and wished to belong to. It was clear to her by now that nor her mother, nor her father would ever return to that carcass of a place that she knew of as home.
It became clearer and clearer to her the more days that passed, and though she wished to stay with Zaga, and her other true sisters, she was scared of this place; it made her miserable, and the wind never helped. It whispered at her, and curled upon her pale pelt; it told her stories, and murmured of places it had been to. Misae longed to see such places, but something kept her rooted to the rock she had climbed up upon; it was the sense of belonging, and perhaps, the rational side of her mind, which told her it was suicide to leave the place whilst still young and inexperienced.
At the same time however, she felt that if she did not leave she'd also die; her soul would starve, and she'd become a walking carcass. she'd mirror the oasis; it still had a life, but had no longer a soul within it.
Closing her eyes, the cub allowed the wind to play with her pelt, allowing it to whisper into her mind. The stories it told her, always made her feel better after all. The wind was wise and old, if not a bit of a trickster, but she liked it anyhow.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 1:28 am
Had it not been nighttime, Ushaufu would've have been relying as much on his sense of smell as he currently found himself to be doing; soaring up over the clouds, he usualy found it easier to spot the heards via eyesight, however, as it was, he had no real choice. Lately, he'd noticed that he'd been spending grand part of his waking time (and even part of that time that she should have been using for sleeping too) for hunting, and though the notion was slightly disturbing for a god that had been used to the luxury of lazyness, he'd not have had it any other way. Not only was he gaining muscle and experience from the hunts, but he was gaining so much more in other ways.
He'd been watching Kimaji grow up stronger, and Kizuka regain some of that spark that had captivated him so long ago, and though it was visible that the dead land they were living in had affected both of them (Kizuka more so than Kimaji), Ushaufu was glad he could help. Tired of running, and tired of merely watching, it was refreshing to be able to do things; actualy things, not just words, and the god reeled in the thought at he flew onward.
It was mostly due to the fact he'd been soaring, guided by his nose, that allowed him to first notice a certain scent; it was familliar; hauntingly so, and yet diferent in more ways than one. If Deception was pulled by a fault, it was no doubt curiosity for the unknown, and thus, the green hued lion drooped under the clouds, narrowing his eyes as he held himself in place unsteadily. The white spec upon the terrain, laying idly atop a rock, not far away, stood out against the darkness almost instantly, and it was finally then that the god could actualy place that scent.
Malika?
Yet... it wasn't. Not really. For one, even the distance couldn't have made the adult lioness look as small as this spec of a lion he could see. Then there was also the fact that though the scent was hauntingly familliar, it wasn't exactly that of his cub-hood friend either. It took a while for it to hit him - ah... but of course; last he'd seen Malika she'd been heavy with cubs, and Deception would have gambled without second thought that this lithe one was one of hers. Her scent told him that much, however,for the sake of it, he decided to merely watch her for a few moments.
The longer he watched, the more glaringly obvious it became that she was miserable, and though Deception was almost tempted to pull away and let the small cub wallow in her misery, something tugged him towards her. Sighing mostly to himself, the god finaly came to a decision however, and putting on his best facade, he swooped down just as the small cub was lowering herself from the rock, landing square before her, looming, glowing red eyes intimidating in the near darkness.
No words came from him at first as he extended his large raven black wings, the bones within them creaking, shifting horribly; the noise they made forcing a wince from the cub, "Poor little lost cub; you are like your mother, child," he smirked then, his wings flapping, creating a small storm of feathers around them, his voice hoarse, a growl, and as the cub shrunk back, red eyes wide with fear, the god laughed. It sounded hollow and devoid intention to him, but this was a child, whilst he was Deception; he was a master of the art, and the cub fell for it, gasping for breath as she pulled herself back against the rock, "Dead inside, Dead in life; all you need is to be dead outside now."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 2:41 pm
Red hued eyes snapped open as the cub turned to face the one that had spoken; no sooner had she done this, that she wished she hadn't. Her claws came out to dig into the rock Misae lay on, though it was a futile effort at best, "Who...?" it was the only thing she seemed to able to say, and even that seemed to die in her throat. What had been intended as a strong question, came out as barely a whisper, however, there was little time to dwell on that.
There was little time to feel shame, or much of anything but fear. His words hurt, and Misae wasn't sure just why, but they did. Standing up, she took a step back, rolling backwards off the rock, falling sprawled on the floor, rather awkwardly.
He watched her,looming over her form, his own just barely shrouded in shadows, wings expanded, "Run," it was said calmly, but when the cub just widened her eyes slightly more at him and gave him a terrified expression, the God lashed out, "RUN!" it commanded, this time his voice booming like thunder and then, the cub did just that. She gasped, turned around and ran, with all her might.
Ushaufu watched as she headed for the deser; the unknown... and her pelt was so strinkingly white, she stood out against the darkness of the night. Silently, the god keep observing her form, and later, he'd ponder the lucidity of his actions (what was he DOING?), but right at that precise moment.... it didn't matter.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 3:30 pm
Misae ran and ran; she ran so far, and so long, that she was unware of what was going on around her. All what mattered was the shadow that she could practicaly feel, flying above her, herding her on, rushing her forward. Where was she going? Where was it taking her? Even as the thoughts crossed her mind, the only one that was particularly prominent was the fact she was leaving. Sister, she thought to herself, tears streaming down her face, I'm leaving. And she ran.
Because there was nothing else she could do.
Ushaufu himself followed her, mving her onward, correcting her path when she diverted from the way he'd set in his mind; true, he'd been unable to save Malika, but in one final act of friendship... he would save this cub. He would save her daughter, for though the small cub was not his childhood friend, it carried a pieace of her within. A small, little, petite part of Malika, and all what the cheerfuly naive lioness had been.
The pridelands seemed like a good place. And so, that's where he herded the cub towards, for endless hours... till she dropped to the floor from exhaustion.
She was tired. So tired.
She'd ran till she could run no more, and then, Misae had simply collapsed on the ground. Her form could no longer move, and the cub could only pant wildly, the adrenaline receeding back to nothingness... killing her strength. It was then he felt Him closer. Him, whomever He was. He approached, looked down on her, and as Misae thought she'd die... she was dead, He was going to kill her.... the beast merely dropped himself down on the floor.
He curled his large form around her, and all what Misae could see where the creatures burning eyes. It never looked down at her, but remain ever vigilant, gazing at their surroundings. At one point, Misae was sure she heard the snapping and barking of some hyenas, through the fog of her sleep, but He warded them off.
She was confused. Her mind could not understand, but she tried anyway and all she could see were his eyes, gleaming in the dark.
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2008 3:48 pm
The cub had woken up in the early morning, and though it was obvious her muscles ached all over, she could move again. Ushaufu growled down at her, his wing shoving her form away and after a moment, he lashed at her again. The child whimpered, squealed and ran away once more.
Again they travelled onward... the child runing for what she thought was dear life, and the God flying over her, keeping her safe. The process lasted almost three days, and Ushuafu had had to carry her some of the way, fearful her small body would not resist, and she'd die on the way.
It was at midday on that third day that the God spotted what he'd been hoping for; another lion. He watched as the child collapsed and the lion took her in... he watched as he hunted, fed her and gave her rest, curled up against his body amd then, Deception was finally pleased. He closed his eyes and still he could see the cub's gaze, looking up with eyes not unlike his own, yet from a body that was distinctly like her mother's. He flapped his wings, showering the earth bellow in black feathers, and left.
He was done. He'd saved the child, even though he'd been unable to save the mother, so long ago.
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