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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 6:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 6:31 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 9:38 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 7:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 12:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 12:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2006 7:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 4:16 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 3:28 pm
Rain drove down on her eyes, and even blinking did not remove the water from her vision. But she could see his shape in the distance- or rather, a clump of whatever was left of him. It was funny- how slow it took her to react to it. She would have liked to think that seeing someone in need would have brought her rushing, [well, hobbling anyways], right to aide, ready to help and ready to bleed for another living thing.
That’s what good people did, wasn’t it?
But she it wasn’t that which first popped into her mind. It was an idle, complacent feeling. A look she might have given a drowned rat, and it wouldn’t be until later that she would feel terribly guilty for it. He lay there, and she didn’t know if she really cared. Was that how lonely she’d become? That now, her fears were true- she was Kilua, fallen princess, and nothing mattered but her? It had been how her mother raised her to think. Or at least, what she’d implied. It took more then a few long proddings to get her to even look at him again.
“What am I going to do with this?” She thought weakly. “I can’t do anything. Just let it be. Don’t get involved. You’re a cripple. You earned the right to look away.” The blue lioness frowned, and her hair slid over her eye in a torrent of water. But the other half of her- the half that loved her brothers and her family weakly moved her forward. She peered over the form with the bland eye of a spectator, assessing the situation.
He didn’t look good, but she couldn’t see what was wrong with him either. Easily, he was one of the biggest lions she’d ever seen. Thinnest too, and she’d thought she had been thin on her rougher times. It was a male, that was obvious, but it was hard to tell how old he was. His black fur was plastered on he rocks, but it couldn’t have looked very good to begin with. A scar on his face, but who didn’t have them?
Why he was unconscious, she couldn’t tell. He didn’t seem to have any major injuries. And he didn’t smell sick. He wasn’t dead, and he didn’t even look like he was straddling it. Just….out. With almost a disgusted look, the lioness lightly nudged him with the end of his paw.
“Hey…you alright?” Another harsh buffet of rain, and she regretted again not staying in the seaside borders. What was she going to do with him? She certainly couldn’t drag him. Go get help? She wasn’t sure if the seaside pride was very welcoming to…well…
This kind of male.
She didn’t need to see him awake to know he was refuse of society. She saw bugs run across his mane, and it contorted her face into a disgusted balk. He looked like he deserved whatever had happened to him, and yet, the idea that she did not know anything about him kept her hovering over the male’s body.
Out cold.
It’s only a walk! Her rational mind uttered. Walk away. What can you do but sit here and make yourself sick for waiting? Her heart thudded dimly against her chest. Could she? Was that something she could truly do- just wait for him to wake up in the pouring rain? Or look for help?
But with the thoughts of it pressing, Kilua realized she did not have much choice. Her legs felt cemented to the earth like stone- immovable, and dead. With a heaving sigh, the female placed herself on top of the passed out figure's form, shielding it somewhat from the rain.
It was going to be a hell of a night, that was for sure...
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2007 4:00 pm
She was sorry things had started off peculiarly odd between them- because in reality, Kilua was starting to enjoy the strange male’s company. Days now had passed since they’d come across the body of the dead lioness- and it had somewhat bequieted both of them. She wasn’t sure why she found it so troubling. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen dead things before. But… she’d never actually seen a dead lion before. She’d seen Kamal when he’d look near dead but… this was different.
“I’ve seen a dead lions before.” Kamal had boasted, not long after they’d settled down in a new location. It was a change of scenery- instead of the ridgid rock flats, now there was subtle steppe to comfort her side. It was a change from the ocean. Not a good change- but, not terribly bad either.
“No you haven’t.” Kilua remarked quietly, her head on her paws. She was getting pretty good at judging what was Kamal and what was Kamal’s ego talking.
“Well…I nearly kills a lion before. Thas almost the same thing.” He snuffed. “Big greens lions. Thrash up me and my brother. But we got him. Didn’t even have mane’s yet or anything.” He smirked, flicking his tail. “Probably a pridelander or someothat. Theys always so weak. Practically dead lions anyways.”
Kilua waded through the prattle, and docked her ear. “It’s not the same. People die all the time…I lived on my own once. I couldn’t do it. Look what happened to my leg. I could have been that.” She peeped.
“Nos you wouldn’t of.” Kamal remarked flatly. “Don’t need a pride to get eats. I hate prides. Just cause your legs all fugly doesn’t mean you can’t hunt.”
“I’ve tried.” Kilua snapped, almost tearfully.
Kamal snorted. “Well, not hard enough anyways. But I hunts for you, if jo stop interrupting me all the time I’m talking all-“
“I almost left you.” Kilua suddenly admitted, a bit surprised at herself.
“Whut? When? Just now?” He asked looking around as if she could have suddenly manifested herself someplace else.
“No- I mean, when I found you.” He still wasn’t willing to admit he’d been out at the time- but he had to know he wasn’t sleeping either. “What would that make me? Sometimes I worry so much about-“
Kamal snorted. “Pssh. What jo talking about leaving me? I didn’t need anyone. Still a different story though. What you worry about so much?”
“If I’m a bad person.” She hesitated, veiling her eyes. “I- my family… my mother used to take care of me and leave my brothers to fend for themselves. Then when I was on my own, I couldn’t do anything on my own, and I ended up with this leg. You think you’ll know what to do when choices like that come up, but… I didn’t know what to do.” She blinked. “There was a moment where I thought it would be better for me to just keep going, you know? What if…”
Kamal rolled his eyes. “Nothing but crazies. Who cares if you leave Kamal? He is fine. Dead lions dead. Boys should take care of themselves anyways. “Why yous worries about things like that? No one cares if Kilua is a bad person.”
“But I’m not!” She yelped.
Kamal furrowed his brow. “You’re the one saying it. If you ain’t, then you ain’t. Too much jaba jaba.”
Kilua shuddered and rested her head down. Maybe he was right. Somewhat. Why did she worry about stuff like that? She felt eternally plagued with guilt, something the grey female could not escape the clutches of. Lonely too- even in a pride, she was separated from her family and any meaning that her heritage had- if it was anything at all, despite what Mother used to say. Weakly she rose to her feet and strolled around the rock that was between them, and collapsed besides the scraggly male.
He turned and watched her sit, flicking his tail peculiarly. “Strange womanz.” He sighed and rested his head on her shoulder.
She hesitated for a moment, letting the feeling of his head against her shoulder settle in. It was strange that she’d looked for so long to find a home, and the closest feeling of familiarity to someone was starting to form in a creature so deluded in himself that he’d chased the rest of the world away. Was he lonely too, she wondered? Somewhere underneath all those layers of delusion?
Kilua sucked in breath and crossed her paws. She hoped she wasn’t desperate for affection enough to settle to this. But there was charm here- and truthfully, she was starting to feel a bit attatched to the brute, even if he’d yet to show any sort of humility. Maybe it would be something she’d work on for later.
“I guess I’m still captive.” She mumbled.
“Stolen princess.” He responded, rather pleased with himself. And with that- she drifted off to sleep.
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