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 Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 9:21 am
"Mummy!" Kib's voice was full of anguish and as she took a step forward she felt her heart constrict again. What had happened here, who had hurt her wonderful mother? She would have scanned the area if her eyes had not been fixed in horror at the blood streaming from her mother's body.
"M-mummy it's me. I'm back!" Her body shook and despite her weakness she moved forwards, intent on keeping her mother awake. "I'm s-sorry mummy, I'm sorry." She moved to rest her chin against the top of her mother's head, finding it strange that Bakhti no longer towered over her. Three litters and time had aged the old lioness much and only at this close range could little Kiburi truly understand what age was.
Her mother had grown old, but that did not explain the reason behind her wounds.
"P-please mummy, don't leave me. Please." She turned her head back to Mchele, pleading to him with her eyes. Could he help? Could he save the mother they both loved so much? The lioness who had brought them into this world and raised them with all the love and care possible.
"D-don't...don't leave me." Her eyes closed and the tears left her eyes as she lowered her head to rest her face against her mother's neck, no longer caring if her fur was stained with blood. "I-I'm s-s-sorry."
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 11:27 am
This wasn't happening.
It couldn't be happening.
Shuffling through the pain and blood, with gritted teeth he arrived by his mates side... "Bakhti..." His voice was growing as weak as she was, but suddenly he caught the scent of another. Familiar yet distant, until it grew. Like a light trhough darkness his daughter and son had appeared.
Suddenly his emotions were mixed, his utter despair mixed with the joy of his daughters return. Sobbing still he uttered her name. "K-kiburi." Our angel... "M-mchele..." He hadn't seen his son in a while either, and could move no further. He let Bakhti shuffle to their children.
Together as a family he felt perhaps they could ensure that Bakhti lived. She had to. She couldn't leave, not now. Not when Kiburi was back. Their children couldn't see their mother like this.
They couldn't see her die.
His maroon eyes were locked onto his mates golden form, with no loud crying nor pleading he watched slowly. Again he shuffled foward and looked to Kiburis face, then to some of the eight cubs behind him.
She lives in you.
Each cub would be a part of her, a memory, something to hold onto.
He looked up to his eldest daughter with a comforting gaze, and even if she wasn't looking back at him, he aimed to ease her pain.
Now he was numb, numb from pain as realisation was spread before his eyes.
"Bakhti..." His low voice echoed. "Just know, we will always love you."
Confusion. New voices, similar scents and terror confused the usually intelligent girl. She was enw to this, and though no cub should be exposed to such violence and terrible scenes, she felt as if she should be more knowlegable. Who were these two older lions? They were calling for mommy too. Mias head hurt, the eyes of her father downcast as she began to sob softly. Why was everyone hurt?
She suddenly found it too painful to look at the blood and the scence of obvious death before her. Turning away she was faced with the fact that at least the last vision of her mother would be a moving one.
"Nonono..." The chocolate cub murmured, pressing her form into the ground.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 12:03 pm
No, it was a dream, the best dream she had in a while, "my Kib... my beautiful beautiful kib..." She was rambling, her voice normal, no cracking, but then her body was giving up, waters came from her and her body was giving up on her, it was nothing but her spirit keeping her going.
"Watch them... all of them..." She was mumbling, her voice becomming faint and soft, "All my wonderful children... a grandmother.. me.." She just smiled as if every happy moment was coming to her, she just spoke something that seemed to make no sense.
"Mbali...father...oh my Mbali..." She was going through all her children now, in her mind, not all she spoke though, "Mbaya, a devil but I love her..." She closed her eyes and struggled to open them again but she managed it.
She was breathing harder now, not finding it easy. The smell of blood could soon atract problems, Bakhti had her family, all loved her apart from one, apart from her Mbaya, her beautiful Mbaya. Oh how she loved them.
"Father..." She choked, blood coming from her maw, lots of blood, "You betrayed..." She paused again, trying to breath. Her eyes weren't focusing on anything, she just saw blurs, shapes and blurs, she couldn't distinguish anything.
"Mother...brothers...Mahiri...my children...my loves..." She breathed again, one more breath, harsher then the rest. She let her eyes close, as her last breath ended and the golden body lay still, her spirit released, though she would never die, not truely. Her love, that could never leave the ones who she gave it to and then, her children, the eight new cubs, all there, all to remember her by.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 12:05 pm
One of the small white cubs looked rather scared, she looked from her mother, to her father, to the now blind brother, to the strangers who were calling her mother, mother.
She crawled past her father and over to her mother, "Mother?" She spoke softly to the lifeless body, what was wrong? Was she sleeping in the red lake? "Mother? Wake up!" She giggled a little, it was true, she knew not that her mother was dead and believed it was not much more then just a game.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 12:19 pm
Futahi had been confused by the madness that had raged around her, curling up defensively against the attacks on her mother, the blood from the scuffle marring her white fur. She knew much was amiss in the world, the quiet warmth gone. She had known her mother as she knew herself, her heartbeat only a short time ago, the one she thought was her own. She'd never get to hear that gentle voice spoken again in her direction.
Opening blue eyes onto the world of blood and hurt, she sought only for her mother, finding her still and unmoving nearby. She did not understand death but she knew, deep down what loss was.
She said nothing, merely let out a brief childlike wail and curled up once more on herself. That still white figure wasn't her mum, she was empty. Mother had gone away.
Maybe one day she'd meet her again.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 12:34 pm
She had been taking a nap when chaos had erupted. The third palest of the girls, no matter if the other three sisters in the litters before theirs were counted or not, awoke to roaring and anger. She was frightened, hunkering back in the den, but to see her sisters frightened as well... She may have been one of the youngest, but it still tugged at her.
Mut uncurled, going over to check on her blinded brother. The iron smell of blood stung her nose, quickly making her decide that she hated the smell. Gently, she licked at his wounds, hoping that he wouldn't start to cry. The tears might agravate the wounds left on his face.
But another's cries reached her ears and she turned to find Futahi curled up. Ears back, she went over and curled around her sister like a protective blanket. Even she could recognise that mother wasn't getting up.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 12:44 pm
Kipo squealed as his sister began licking at his wounds over his eyes. "Stop, leavemealone!" He cried out, tossing his head away from the helpfulness of his sister and away from others. "I want mommy." He cried again. "I want daddy!" The white patterned male shuffled blindly around the area, feeling th eground. Once he hit liquid, he stopped. Was he outside? What was that scent lingering in the air? Why was everyone crying out 'mommy' in a sad voice?!
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 3:19 pm
Roho did not understand death, but he recognised sadness, tears.
He had watched the fight between his mother and Churo, unable to tear his wide eyes away.
He could tell his father and these two new lions were upset over what was happening to his mother, and that she appeared to be having trouble getting up.
Putting all this together, he figured out something was very, very wrong.
With the scent of his mother's blood strong in his nose, a unknown, worrisome smell, his eyes finally tore themselves from Bakhti's now unmoving form, seeking out his sister, Mut. He loved all his siblings, but Mut was the one he felt most comfortable with. It was to her he now went in his pain and confusion, curled around Futahi as she was, and pressed himself against her side. His face pushed into her fur, the first few tears dampening her coat.
His mother was no longer moving, and he didn't know why, or if there was anything he could do. All he could do right now was cry.
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Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2006 4:39 pm
When another body, small as her own, pressed against her, Mut looked up. The cub that had her father's eye and forleg markings blinked, then shifted so that she could hug both her sibblings. She had noticed that Bakhti's sides had stopped moving, and it scared her. Didn't a lion always have to breathe? There had to be a reason Mother had stopped breathing. Comfort was the thing they all needed in the face of such a tragedy.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 9:22 am
And A part of Kiburi also died that day, a part of her that she had never knew existed until it was gone.
Her heart beat cold and then felt as if it stopped altogether.
Then the grief, the panic and the horror set in. For with her mother's passing she snapped from her focus to glance around her. So many others here, so many cubs whose markings were so like her own. Were they...were they siblings perhaps?
Her breathing quickened and her eyes sought to find comfort, sought to find something and in the gloom she found her father's gaze. The father she had missed so much.
The cubs almost frightened her but in Mahiri's face she could see familiarity, she could see love despite the grief and in that moment she still had hope.
"Daddy! P-please help mummy! D-don't let her die. P-please." The tears ever trembled down her face and still she could not believe she was gone. Not her beloved mother, not her!
It was then that her ears caught the voice of one of the cubs and with a small blink she turned her head downwards to gaze at one of her little sisters. She didn't know the cub's name but that didn't matter right now.
"Little one, m-mummy won't w-wake up." And with that her breathing cuaght in her throat and the oxygen wheezed so violently that she ended up in a violent coughing fit.
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 9:56 am
Mchele blinked, trying to clear the tears from his eyes. He wanted to be able to see her, see his mother before.... no, she couldn't die! Not now! Not now Kib was found and they were together, the original family, the one he knew best.
"Yes, yes, we'll watch them. All of them... don't worry about that now." He managed to say, glancing up and seeming to spot the young cubs for the first time. But he gave them little attention, for now his whole concern was for Bakhti. "Just hold on. It'll.... be ok...." His voice was barely more than a croak now.
But somehow in his heart he knew she was slipping away. The injuries were too great, there was so much blood. Moreso than many kills he'd made to prey. His father's words, his statement of their feelings of love for their dear mother, only made the end seem more imminent.
He leaning in close to her, trying to listen (though she was making less and less sense), trying to cling on. "We love you mother.... I love you... Thank.. you..." He whispered into her ear, but she was gone. Forever alseep now.
With a terrible groan of pain in his heart, he nuzzled her golden head. The same golden fur that she'd blessed him with. All around voices seemed dimmed, he even though he might have heard a tiny laugh? No, it was too surreal... too terrible to be true. Suddenly lifting his head high he roared out a cry of sorrow.
(( Sorry about late post. Tried to fit it in. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 1:25 pm
((tis ok DDB))
Mchanga couldn't understand, maybe she was just too naive.
"Mother always wakes up though... why wouldn't she wake up?" Her light blue eyes looked up at Kibs, confused. She ignored her and laid next to her mothers cold body, her white fur slowly dying red in her mothers pool of blood.
She didn't understand, she couldn't.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 11:15 am
Mahiri was utterly greif stricken, but for a moment he felt othing. he was as numb as he was when the fight took place, as if he was watching the scence from anothers eyes, for her was almost as clueless.
Looking at her inanimate body brought a sudden pain to his heart, and to see his beloved daughter so distraught almost awakened the emotions within himself. His maroon eyes found Kipo who was equally confused and he picked his son up suddenly, but gently.
With so many new little lives he felt a growing sense of responsibility. Bakhti may be gone but it was his duty to remain a good father and keep the family together, no matter how much it hurt.
He looked to the eight or nine confused faces and tried to search his mind for a suited explaination, but before he spoke he moved towards his daughter... "K-kiburi." His voice shook as tears collected in his eyes again.
No. He had to stay strong for the cubs. Just for now.
"Its o-okay Kib, your mother will be safe where she is now." Nuzzling her lovingly, he could bring himself to say no more, and the aching within him refused to ebb.
"Children." He came to a sudden conclusion. None of them had an even breif concept of death, them being so young. He had been teaching Mia many things lately, and the Prideland religion had been on of them, perhaps she understood where her mother was headed.
"Your mother will not wake up, however..." He paused, his voice thick. "She lives in all of you, her love, and a little bit of a soul is present in each and every one of you." Tears were streaming openly down his ivory face now. "She will be remembered, she will be loved."
Looking to his mates limp body he concluded with a final sentance. "Your mother will be forever free amoungst the stars."
Mia was only somewhat confused, compared to her siblings. She had an understanding of what was happening, and such violence felt so wrong. She felt greif, and it struck her very heart as her father confirmed her suspicions. She knew from her fathers teachings, about death, even if it was very little. Mia took comfort in knowing her mother would be watching her from the stars. Sadly, she curled up on the ground, chocolate body twisted about itself. Without the warmth of her father there she lay, cold and broken, though with mixed feelings.
Father was right. She would live on.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 7:16 pm
Mother wasn't waking up...? Mut watched her father, then looked at her mother's still form. Her eyes then turned to the two lions that had come in. They looked a bit like Mother and Father... Were they related? Sibblings, perhaps, of Mut and her littermates. She turned back to her grieving brother and sister and hugged them closer. She wouldn't let the memory of Mother die, no... She swore in that moment to be kind, caring, and gentle to all she came across, and she would stay at home near Father. She did not wish to wander, and though she was one of the youngest, she swore she would watch over her brothers and sisters.
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