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 Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 11:47 am
Sarabi's smile was subtly twisted as she lifted one cream-tipped paw to clean a bit of debri from it. "It is our place in the circle to live how we are ment to live. We kill for food, eat, sleep, make children... By doing that, we help the wheel to turn, but we don't hurry it along. It can't really be hurried, since the passage of time is part of it..." It was getting harder to explain to him just what she ment. Growing up in the Pridelands ment she'd been learning all this since birth. How to phrase it so he could grasp the gist of it in only a few mintues?
Speaking slowly, she struggled to organize her thoughts. "The circle is... fate, for lack of a better term. Everything happens when its supposed to, everything changes into something else... Everything is a part of it, even 'bad lions'. Its not our place to... make the circle turn. Its what steers our lives, do you see?" The old queen looked to the younger lion, curious to see if he understood yet. "Bad lions may kill, but death is a part of the circle, just like birth. They do what they were ment to do, fulfilling their role."
She sighed gently and followed his gaze to the sky, struggling to see past the calm, opaque blue to the blazing stars behind it. "Little bits go into our children, but our bodies join the dirt and plants to feed the rest of the animals, which in turn feed other lions. As for what goes up to become a star... Well, only kings go up there, from the stories. Its that bit of them that needs to live on, their spirit and mind. My mate will join them one day..." She sighed softly, every part of her yearning for something she knew she couldn't have.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 12:10 pm
Na listened as hard as he could to what Sarabi had to say. His birth and nature meant that deep down he was fundamentally at odds with the great circle, born to try and defy what fate had planned by seeing what lay ahead. But the queen's words rung true, things would only work if acceptance was given. Still, did that mean that he could never take revenge on his father? Only take what was meant for him, which was, inevitably, death? He didn't ask as he didn't know how to find the words, his volcabulary silencing him. He just nodded.
"So that means the bad lion kills things because that's his role? He makes others do the same to fill his place in fate?" Na looked slightly sad, following Sarabi's gaze to the blue sky overhead.
It was only at her next statement that he seemed to get angry.
"The stories are wrong." he refused to believe that only the kings dwelled in the sky and no one else. He didn't even catch on that if this graceful lionesses' mate was a king, that'd make her queen of the pride. "Someone must have made a mistake in the past. Kings cannot be kings without a pride to rule, why should they get a place in the stars alone? Wouldn't that be a bad thing? Forever time-out in the sky, all alone. No mates, no cubs, no family. Star-bound-prison."
He growled low at the almost invisible stars.
"Shehe means king but it also means storyteller, any important soul and many other words. Words change in time."
He frowned, searching his limited mind for a way to say what he meant. "Any soul is a king if they lived good, male or female, cub or adult. If there is fairness in the world we are all kings in the stars. Shehe's, the storytellers who sing pretty songs on windy nights."
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 12:29 pm
A slow nod was Sarabi's reply to the first part of his words. "He kills because of who he is, but those he hurts... it is their time to pass on, to give way for new things. It may not make sense for us, but we are too small... too short lived to see the purpose behind it all." She sighed gently, her smile infinitely sad as she looked on the blue lion, every line of her body speaking of exhaustion and a readyness to join her place in the circle. Standing, she padded slowly towards Na-be and pressed her cheek against his shoulder. It was a touch of understanding, of thanks for his brave words.
Drawing side with him, Sarabi struggled to sooth his anger and make him see. "The kings, they are needed still after their deaths. They become stars so that they may guide us through life, and watch over us. It is a great honor, not a bad thing..." Another sigh slipped from her maw. How strange, to be arguing philosophy with another. "Who is to say where the spirits go of those who are not kings? Maybe only part of the king's spirit becomes a star, while the rest of it joins with the spirits of his loved ones..."
Her voice drifted off, unable to give him the answers he sought for. No one had answered these questions for her, how could she answer them for another. "You may not understand, Na-be, but you must accept it for what it is. You can't fight it, and would only cause more hurt if you tried..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 12:52 pm
Na frowned slightly, he didn't like the idea that Mrost's mindless killing was right and meant to happen in the world. He had saw him in a vision once raving about how war was meant to happen, that it was another natural thing, something that reminded mortals how small they were and stopped them multiplying too much. He didn't want to believe it, but maybe it was right. The sandy female's gentle gesture soothed his dejection slightly but not his dissastisfaction with the state of cosmic things.
He looked another time defiantly at the stars, as though challenging the kings to speak up and defend themselves. "Maybe." he said "Though I'd give up all the duty in the world to be with the ones I love. I bet those kings are the same." he wouldn't accept that in all those moving lights he saw there wasn't a single hunter, a lowly rogue, a mother, but he wasn't about to argue this further. All he knew was what he felt, his gut feelings.
However, it was Sarabi's last comment that seemed to catch him on edge, as simple as it seemed it strummed a chord within him, making Red even sit up and listen. She couldn't have known that he wanted to change things, to make that hurt and pain he saw in his future go away. She couldn't know the things Red had done to save his own hide, to dance away from what fate had intended. Every night Na-Be had dreamt how he'd die and every day Red had avoided it. He hated fate and what was planned for him and ran from it.
Red momentarily took control and smirked "I'll never be a light in the sky, I know that." Na-Be had nightmares of what lay ahead for him, endless blackness, a place where the circle didn't reach. Some things weren't meant to exist in this world and Red was one of those things.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 2:12 pm
Sarabi smiled gently at the blue lion, sympathizing with his feelings on the matter. After all, she wished for nothing more than to remain always by her king's side. Death held no fear for her, save that of their seperation, but she could do nothing more than hope and wish.
With a flick of her tail and a yawn, the lioness settled herself down on her stomach, already feeling the strain of having to be awake and alert enough to hold a conversation with Na-be. She'd need a nap soon if she wanted to be any good to anyone later in the afternoon. A subtle change in the other lion's demeanor made her shift and glance back, a lift of one eyebrow expressing her curiosity at the sudden change. "Are you agreeing with me then, Na-be?"
The queen found it hard to look at this simple, gentle lion and picture him doing anything that wouldn't earn him a place in the stars, if life were truly as he claimed it should be.
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