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 Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 1:02 pm
Shira's eye twitched as he came back at her. She growled a bit and had to think up something...and quick. Yakuti was a quick tongue, she'd give him that, but when it came to mature matters, he was rather weak.
"Because you are Jamaa's son! That is why! You know my secret, Yakuti. You are part of his family, that is why I care about you! If you want to know what is wrong, with you go to Mafa, tell her and see what she says. Do not ask me!"
She shouted back. In a way, she wanted no one to love her and in return she would love no one. Love had scarred her deeply and will never do again, and she cannot allow Yakuti fall for her...no, he could not, she cared for him in away a strange would for someone who was being beaten. Shira would rather spare the male the despair of loving her.
"Yakuti, forget about me. I live in your den because Mafa had assigned it with the limited room in the pack. I am nicer to you because you reek of Jamaa's scent, and it was a slip of the tongue, I do not worry about you! Get these foolish thoughts out of your head, you will get yourself killed if you dwell on these matters!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 3:58 pm
Yakuti shrank back as Shira raised her voice at him, he was just confused on the whole matter. "I don't think Mafa would help much with this matter..." He said nervously, thinking of how she didn't seem to even like her own son. That isn't to say she doesn't have a reason, but he doubted that she could tell him about love.
"I can't forget about you Shira, I just can't..." Yakuti said softly. "Sorry to have bothered you, Shira. I'll just go back to the den and leave you alone now." He sighed, walking past Shira and in the direction of their den with his tail low and his ears back.
For the first time for as long as he could remember, he felt like crying, but he wouldn't let Shira see... Not after getting yelled at for asking a question. No, showing weakness would be another excuse for her to snap at him.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 6:06 pm
Shira looked down at her paws as they grew wet from drops of water. Her ears pinned back as she continued to growl. She was crying and at the same time, growling to Yakuti. She was hiding her weakness from someone she cared for...she could not hurt him, that, just now, was nothing compared to what could have happened if they did press on the matter any further.
"...Yakuti...I...I can't..."
She murmured as she lied herself down a bit. She had never cried, not once...not once in her whole life. When her parents and family was taken from her, not even then. Months of pain, sorrow, and grief finally caught her and pulled her down...she could not, would not, hurt that male anymore than she had.
If anyone saw her now...she would be viewed as weak, pathetic, as low as she saw wild dogs and males. She herself will hate her for showing her weakness. But she needed this....oh Mafa would love to see her like this....
"I'm sorry...."
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