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"Unless either of my parents were descendents of Firekin I know I am not one. I was born and raised here in the Pridelands." She watched him with interest as he continued to ramble on about his pride. Then when he turned to names she grew intrigued.

"What is your name by the way? I am Kimondo, which means Shooting Star." She spoke proudly, her head held high. She was quite fond of her name, whether he approved of it or not, even though she hoped he would.

Kimondo felt relieved that Kiu had approved of her names meaning. A gentle smile formed as she tilted her head slightly to the side. "Hhhmm... I must admit, I do like your name." She spoke honestly.

"I know you Firekin think of water as weak, but it is the source of life. If you didn't drink at all you would surely die, that is why the Mistweavers honor it. Without it there couldn't be life, no matter what you say."

She couldn't understand it, but she knew that she had fallen for this Firekin lion and wanted to be with him as long as she possibly could. It seemed he has also taken interest in her, but it was near impossible to tell with his arrogant talk. She could only hope he felt the same about here, even if she wasn't of the blood he keeps talking about.

Kimondo didn't really know what to say when Kiu announced he had to leave. She just watched him in silence as he spoke his goodbye and left her sitting there.

She sat there for quite a long time, Kiu's form had dissapeared upon the horizon of sand and dust when the sun was high in the sky, now the yellow ball was setting, dissapearing for the night. She rose from her spot, her kill forgotten, but not wasted. Several creatures had taken advantage of it during her time of thoughtfulness. She was about to turn to head back to the den when she made a decision, not with her head, but with her heart. She turned and headed off through the desert to find Kiu, she just hoped that this adventure wouldn't be her last.

Kimondo had traveled during the night into the desert land and the sun was now high in the sky. No matter where she looked everything looked the same, nothing but bright, dusty, nothingness. She sighed and sat down not sure what to do. The small amount of wind that had blown throughout the night had covered her tracks so she had no way of returning back to the pridelands, and she had no idea where the Firekin stayed in this harsh land. She was tired, but far to hot to sleep, and to top it off, she was hungry and thirsty. She hadn't come across anything that would appease her appetite nor any source of water. Since she had entered the desert she hadn't seen one blade of lush greenery, only small tufts of long yellowed grass that a few reptiles could be found hiding in.

She began to wonder why she had followed Kiu into the desert. True, she did love him, as strange as it was, but she also knew she had no chance to be with him. He had clearly stated that the blood was everything in the Firekin pride and that 'we' Pridelanders were weak. There was no way that he would be with her. She layed down on the hot sand and a few tears ran down her face. Why couldn't things be more simple than what they are?

A lone pair of eyes is watching Kimondo's trek across the desert with barely-concealed irony. A black sparrowhawk is soaring delicately over the lands. Her image shimmers every now and again - supposedly from the heat. The thrice-damned Greater seem to be gaining more ground; she thought she could convince Makadari to see eye to eye, for once. But it's in vain, always in vain. Damn Finar-si for ever creating the Firekin, anyways. But perhaps...perhaps there's another way.

She's been watching the twain for awhile, following Kimondo instead of Kiu when the duo separate.

Hestia's sharp cackle rents the air, a sharp, staccato sound that would make most creatures uneasy. She pulls out of a sharp dive to land near the lioness, avian eyes glinting ruthlessly. She preens. A black sparrowhawk, her form is small, but she carries wicked talons and a ruthless beak; a small, but quite able, predatory. And perhaps something more. There's an all-too-knowing look in that gaze. "What's wrong, dear?" She croons, all innocence. "Big lass like yourself shouldnae be crying, it's a beautiful day outside." She jabs her beak towards the sun in emphasis; clearly, her idea of a 'good day' is blistering heat and humidity.

Kimondo had hidden her head between her paws to try and protect it from the scorching heat, but only managed to grow hotter from the sand beneath her. A familiar sound reached her ears, one that she heard so often that it never truly had name. Looking up, her blue eyes fell upon a black bird, a hawk to be more precise. She was a bit surprised that such a creature would land in front of her in such a manner, but she didn't mind, not being this lonely.

"I am a bit lost." She sighed as she lifted her head up some more so that she could look at the creature a bit more clearly. How this black hawk could find this weather beautiful she wasn't quite sure. In her opinion it is far too hot and dry. She would much prefer the slightly cooler and more moist enviornment of the pridelands at the moment, or at least have to endure this with Kiu at her side. The thought of Kiu made tears want to well in her eyes again but she forced them away. "Do you know your way around this desert? I must say, all these sand dunes have begun to look the same to me."

[;B Hey, Dusty are our eh, Gods seperate from our caretakers? They're lions, too yes? o.o; Sorry, I'm just confused and sleepy x3]


The cub mewed softly making Taka's paw muffle the little lion's voice even more. She gritted her teeth, she was in no shape to run or fight, that mountain had torn her down a great deal and now she wasn't even in a position to sneak away. Pulling the cub inwards toward her chest, Taka continued watching, keeping her head and ears low to the ground. Teule was eager to meet these new comers and continued to try and escape, pawing his way out of his mother's grip unsuceedingly.