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 Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 12:54 pm
Musa's milky, blue-gray eyes settled on Ayita's face before he humbly bowed his head to her. "Thank you for rescuing me from the Elephant Graveyard with Abaeze and King Soyali. I appreciate it greatly." He spoke clearly to the lioness, though his eyes stared at the stones beneath his feet. Then, slowly, he lifted his head and stared into the lioness' bright green eyes, green like new leaves in the spring. "I also apologize for my behavior. I knew better than to leave the Rock without permission or a chaperon. My behavior caused you and King Soyali trouble and injured my own sister. I had no intention of entering the graveyard, but when I did, I didn't turn around. I am truly sorry, Ayita." His milky, blue-gray eyes held her bright green eyes, never wavering as he spoke. He had only intended to say that, but another set of words escaped his mouth despite his efforts to withhold them. He did not deserve what he was about to ask now. "If I may be so bold, but, Ayita, will you allow me to observe you while you hunt? I will not be a cub forever, so I need to learn how to hunt eventually." He needed to learn so he could help his sister. She could teach him in her current state, and he couldn't face her and ask this of her. Besides, it was best to learn how to hunt from the best, and Ayita was the best.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 1:05 pm
It sure seemed this little cub had a way with words. Too polite for his own good. Abaeze had taught him simple manners, and Musa knew when and how to use them. Sitting there with no expression on that face, no twitch of the muzzle, not even a gleam in those emerald eyes. Ayita just quietly listened and waited for the cub to finish. All the while thoughts were being processed of what to say to the cub in return. Finally when speaking was over, eyes narrowed slightly. Should she forgive the cub for him causing problem? It seemed he had learned a valuable lesson. It would stick in his mind for the rest of his life. As more then likely the image and sight of his sister bloody and broken. Sad to say, but it seemed to have been something the cub deserved to see. Lessons were harshly learned. Ayita knew that well. Calming her expression the huntress spoke. "I sha'll forgive you for you're buffalo brained act." She was going to speak to the cub as if he was an adult. That meant language she wouldn't normally use. It was meant for a purpose. "You've learned a lesson. This sha'll only be one in many you may experience. So heed my words. Even if they haunt you, don't ignore them. Let these memories remind you. If they get too much to the point of distracting you, then dispatch of them." It was a harsh way of thinking but true. "Now, as a matter of teaching you. I had already discussed something of the sort with your sister." Musa may still be a cub but he was big enough he might be able to catch some of the rodents. Ayita would figure something out. Maybe teach him a way her mother had. "The next time I go out, I will bring you with me." Good enough.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 1:50 pm
Musa did not flinch at Ayita's harsh words. No, not at all. He had already called himself all sorts of name before he approached her. What he had done was buffalo-brained of him. He was raised better than that, Abaeze taught him better than what he exhibited today. The cub slowly nodded his head, taking in the lioness' words with a solemn expression. He already knew he'd have nightmares after today, and had already planned on handling those in the future. He did not even feel excited about learning to hunt. It wasn't something he should be happy about. It was a serious matter. "I will keep your words in mind, Ayita. And thank you for your forgiveness." He bowed his head omce more to the lioness before taking a single step back. "If you'll excuse me. I need to also thank King Soyali." He bowed his head once more, waiting for her signal to leave. It would be rude of him if he did not wait until she turned away first.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 2:06 pm
The cub before Ayita seemed blank and hollow of any emotion. Quite understandable with the events that had happened. Oh it was highly understandable. Ayita may not be able to fully comprehend what was going on in Musa's mind, but she had a pretty good guess. He would eventually get over it and go back to the playful cub he was before. Just a extremely careful playful cub. Then again she could be wrong. Wasn't predictable. It was all up to his own willpower and mind as to what happened to him. Surely wouldn't be that hard. Now as seeing the mud colored cub wanted to go see the lion that equaled maybe a hundred of him, jokingly, the head huntress nodded her head as to dismiss him. "Be carefull mud-ball" First introduction to Musa's official new nickname. By her standards at least. Turning on her own, the brown lioness headed towards the others, crowded and speaking of the day. She'd have a go chat with someone interested. If they were all too busy chatting already.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 2:21 pm
[I feel we need to skip a month or so after Musa speaks with Soyali.]
Musa stared after the lioness, puzzled by her new name for him. Mud-ball? Now where did in the great kings' names did she get that from?
Shaking his small head, the cub turned on his heel and walked quietly over to King Soyali, his paws silent on the stones as he stopped in front of the kings' cave. Musa saw that the white lion was still sitting where the huntress had left him. "King Soyali, may I speak with you?" He spoke quietly, his milky, blue-gray eyes on the white king's fluffy mane. The cub couldn't see his face, but he could accurately guessed that he was in pain. Constant mourning.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 2:47 pm
(we'd have to talk to crimson)
Having hear silent paws pad on the stone of priderock, there was no surprise hearing a voice. The voice of a much younger lion. Judging by the tone it was Musa. Without turning his head and looking with dim grey eyes, a large paw tapped down beside him, as if to tell him to sit. Of course the young one did not have to. But then that way he could speak and enjoy the highest point. Something rarely cubs ever got a chance to do. Unless you were cubs of a king. You were able to come up here all the time. "What is it little one?" The deep baritone voice held nothing. It never did.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 3:20 pm
[ sweatdrop True, and if we can get her permission, we can get her back into the role play. We've completely stolen it. sweatdrop ]
Musa obeyed Soyali's pat and slowly padded up the jutted rock, sitting beside the great white king with a solemn expression still plastered on his face. The Pridelands were wide and expansive to him from this point. Nothing like this could exist in the world. And the king's perch was the best place to view it. He appreciated the king's offer to have him sit here. "I would like to both say thank you and apologize for my actions earlier." The cub began, still remembering Abaeze's bloodied form. "You saved my sister, and I can think of no way to repay such an act, not like I can at my age anyways. She's my family, and I'll always be thankful for your help. So, thank you again, my Kind King." It was funny how Abaeze never taught humility because it was the worst and the best feeling to have right now. "I apologize for entering the Elephant Graveyard, and for simply leaving Priderock unattended and without permission. I was reckless and foolish. Even though I had no intention of entering the graveyard, I still cause you, Ayita, and my sister trouble. It was wrong of me, and I am truly sorry for it."
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 3:40 pm
The wise words of young Musa actually surprised Soyali, to the point eyes glanced down apon the young lion with the pelt on the opposite side of the color spectrum. There finally seemed to be a little bit of light in those eyes. For the first time in a long time. Was it hope? Well, hope for the young one. It wasn't very often they learned this quick. Hopefully, he wouldn't age too quick. He'd end up far worse then Ayita with her tail tied up in a knot all the time, unable to loosen it unless she was asleep. The lioness worried too much. He knew even when taking time to herself, her mind reeled about others. "Young one, you've learned and that is a good enough. You do not need to apologize. You've done enough." Moving to lay himself down, no longer sitting, the giant head gazed forward once more. "It is little ones such as you that give me hope in the world. Hope I have not had in a long time." It was amazing what young things could do to the old.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 6:15 pm
Musa stared at the king, watching him lay down majestically with his large frame. His words registered in his mind, but the nagging thoughts wouldn't leave him. "Hope is great, but I rather be connected with my pride and know they're safe." The king wasn't so connected with their pride anymore, not after his mate's death. Musa wasn't born when her death occurred, so he never met her, but from his late parents, he heard enough stories about her to know she had the king's heart in her paws. Even he could see the sadness in them. "When my parents died, I was really sad. I wouldn't eat or anything. It scared Abaeze. She didn't want to lose me. It took me a while to realize it, but it turned out I was hurting her and my parents in the stars." The mud-colored cub shrugged, standing on all fours now as he looked at his king, waiting to be dismissed even though he'd rather stay atop the rock and enjoy the view.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 6:29 pm
Ayita took notice that the other lioness were either asleep in the sun, or rather chatting with others. Abaeze was alone and resting. The huntress didn't wish to bother anyone. Head turning to gaze towards the lands. There was a feel to head to her favorite spot once more. Her paws ached however for the first time in a long time. This day was long. Bringing in an Outlander. Hunting this morning. Going after hyenas and such. It was tiring. NOt that she minded. Oh well. If only she could speak with Manaba. Someone at least. Oh well. Could mean a chance for a good nap at home. Sighing, green eyes located a rather nice spot just toward the other end. If memory served her right it is where Scar used to go to escape the pride. No matter once again. Heavy paws propelled her forward. Relaxation meant relaxation. Besides. It wasn't as if his spirit haunted it.
Eyes kept their slight bit of joy in them. However, it would probably fade in a matter of minutes. It usually did. Especially hanging out up here. "If you become a king one day young one, you make a fine king." Eyes turning in that head, they softened a tad. Not truly expressing their thoughts. "Musa, you may of course leave. Unless you wish to stay and keep a lonely king company for a while." Soyali didn't mind making the offer to the younger ones. This spot however was not his own. It was to all of them. This is where Mufasa was raised among the animals gathering below. This is where Simba was shown to the past kings. Kiara followed later and the process has continued. It will always continue. Of course the king wished it wasn't just the royal members of the pride to get the priviledge. Possibly that might be changed. A huff of laughter escaped the spiritually old male lion. "Such memories and beauty this land holds. Tragedy and destruction. But also rebirth and renewal." Truly remarkable.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 8:17 pm
Musa stared at his king for the longest time. The cub of five months wondered what went through his lonely mind whenever he was near him or his name had come up in conversations. If the king was truly lonely, he would have to help him find someone elevate that loneliness. Set him up with someone, just like he would with Abaeze when he's old enough to care for himself. He needed to keep his family happy, and love was part of happiness. "It is beautiful. A sad story with a happy ending, but tell me, my king, what does this land hold for you?" He was being bold, he knew, but it was a question to start off the king's eventual and complete recovery from his broken heart. He needed to push him back into the joyous days of his youthful cub-hood. "Where are the memories for you? If if holds tragedy and destruction, rebirth and renewal, then where does forgiveness and acceptance lay? The lands are vast, but they still hold their own mysteries." He was lying on his stomach now, paws crossed just as his sister's were as she slept atop the stones behind them. the cub's milky, blue-gray eyes stared out at the Pridelands, refusing to meet Soyali's milky gaze.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 8:46 pm
This cub. This, young spirit. A small bundle of brown fur was speaking in tune and words of the old. Soyali continued to watch Musa carefully. This young spirit was smart. Or rather, had changed with the days experience. Earlier he had been rough and roudy, and loud. Now there was calm about him. The white monster liked that. "For me, forgiveness and acceptance does not apply. For others they however do." Gazing back out the tone in that deep voice seemed almost lost. Vanishing in thin air so to speak. Like the clap of thunder from afar, how it echoed for miles and toned out. A heavy sigh was relieved. "These lands hold the paw prints of many. But I still search for a particular pair. The sun that shines down on this land, holds the color of a creature I can no longer touch." Those clouded eyes turned up towards the sky. The sun. The beautiful object that lit up each day, before sleeping as the rest of them do. "My dear Donoma. The sight of the sun each day starts my mourning. I deserve no forgiveness for not being there for her. Neither sha'll I receive acceptance for her short life." Soyali lowered his gaze back to the young cub. Hopefully, he would never have to deal with anything of the sort. At least his sister was alive. He'd be able to protect her. And the pride. While the white king can protect the pride. He has nobody special to protect in a closer way.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 9:24 pm
Finally, Musa looked at the king, listening to his words with sadness. The king refused to forgive himself. That was not right, not for anyone. "A lioness once told me to learn from my mistakes and to grow from them. Another told me we can not always save what we hold dear. She may be gone from this world, my king, but she's still in you. In your heart. I never met her, but I have this feeling that Donoma wouldn't want you to blame yourself. Like Mufasa once said, we are part of the great circle of life." The cub said nonchalantly, staring out into the savanna. "If she is the sun, then every day when she rises, she is showing you her forgiveness. Her light is not for mourning, but celebrating life." Listening to the wild world in front of him, the cub looked at the king, his eyes inquiring for his king's answer. He had been forgiven for something that nearly took the life of the only family he had left. He could see Abaeze's gaze and know she wasn't mad at him. He had been forgiven by her long ago by just being alive, and he was sure Donoma had forgiven her mate for something he could never have prevented. She had nothing to forgive for, did she? That was the cub's thinking, and he never met the late Donoma, so he wasn't sure.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 9:39 pm
It appeared to be that Soyali wasn't giving the young Musa much credit. The words which sprouted from his small maw made much sense. Even turned over the thoughts of the dissappearing king. As much as the knowledgable lion knew, there was still much he had not yet learned. There was always something new. Every second another idea or another fact came to the life of the living. And if expressed could explode into many more. Eyes that had long since forgotten the sight of the only one they were truly able to look at, hid themselves behind their natural curtains. Laying his head down apon his paws the might lion let his ears relax. Still listening intently to the cub. A twitch of the maw and a humorous smile formed as the king layed there. "Ah, the fact of old stories of true." Letting out an exasporated sigh, that mood was still there. "Those are the words exactly what my Donoma would say. Young one, you cheer up a lonely kings heart." Eyes opened, moving to glance at the cub from the corner of his eye.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 1:02 pm
Musa knew he would have the push the king in the right direction harder if he was to elevate his pain. The king said that his mate would have said the same, but why would he refuse forgiveness? Loneliness could only be cured by remembering and finding new love. "I wish only I could make this king a happy one again." The cub stated, staring out the savanna, watching a herd of elephants pass the watering hole.
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