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 Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 2:15 pm
Mteuli listened and watched from the corner of his eye, but said nothing. He was but an observer here, a look out, a friend. And the birth of gods was far beyond him and he took the situation without regret and with humble joy. The pride was truely bless to have three more gods in their midst. He did, however, feel a pang of Empathy for Kiva. He knew she would rather have had them be Oro's children, though that wouldn't lessen her love for the cubs.
The god of clouds moved a little, but didn't stop suckling. But when his sister's gained items his tail and wings began to move independently, much like his mother's tuft on her own tail. It was his own mark of his patronage, though it didn't seem to affect his hunger or attitude any. He was still a thirsty cub.
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 10:34 pm
"Of course I came," he replied with a light hearted chuckle. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." Purring softly as he nuzzled against her, Ororo glanced back towards the older male and nodded his head with a warm smile trailing across his lips.
"Mteuli, it's an honor to see you again. It's been too long."
Ocher orbs seemed to wander and watch with awe as the small godlings were born. It was obvious that the cubs were not his nor Kiambas', which was a relief in itself. Regardless, Ororo was set and ready to act as their fatherly figure, raising them as if they were indeed his own flesh and blood, and help teach them the ropes in aspects he could relate to. Teaching them how to fly would most definately be something that Kiva would have to cover.
Chuckling to himself as he gazed upon the small cubs, Lisani glanced up into the eyes of his mate and couldn't help but grin.
"We're in for a new adventure, aren't we?" Resting his head upon his crossed forepaws, Ororo swayed his tail behind him in a casual manner as the thoughts of him being seen as a fatherly figure seemed somewhat strange yet, at the same time, someone fit for the job.
His heart was one that was consistantly consumed in compassion, service and love. Lisani was one who was ready and, if the situation persisted, would give his life for a friend and especially for his lover. And becoming a fatherly figure would only make these sensations drive deeper.
"Sleep, love. Mteuli and I will keep watch and the least you can do is to regain your strength," he softly spoke. "You and the cubs will be safe."
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