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 Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 8:26 pm
Just a self RP, typed up in word, a little bit of development on Mabozi's part, at last! I hope you guys catch onto what I'm trying to do with him here xD
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 8:31 pm
 
“Maboziiii!”
At first, her voice was forceful, her usual cruel tone, but as she tired of the search, it waned to being rather feeble and muted. Along Mafa trudged, keeping her eyes open and ears perked, searching for head or hide of the boy. Where exactly could be? It wasn’t like he’d wander off, beyond pack lands or anything like that. Would he? Mafa growled lowly, he sure as hell better not. She’d just about kill him for betraying his pack and family, leaving the place was not at all acceptable.
Just as Mafa was about to give up on her search, call the whole damn thing off; there was a distant shuffle in the dust, a cloud of the gray earth rising up in the distance. Mafa stopped, icy eyes squinting to the horizon, watching the cloud advance toward her. A short time later, the cloud became a little less ambiguous, a silhouette appearing in the center, the form of a rather large and uncoordinated hyena. Mafa halted, standing tall, as Mabozi romped toward her. So the whelp had heard her after all, impressive… At least for his standards.
“MaMa!”
Mabozi’s voice was significantly different than that which Mafa remembered and was used to. He had grown so much; physically it seemed, not mentally. His voice was much deeper now, not as high pitched and squealy as it had been when he had been a pup. He was an impressive sight, now in his older adolescent months; his size rivaled that of a young adult lioness, Mafa’s size, soon the boy would stand to be taller than his mother, and that was quite a feat. It was quite a pity that there were no brains behind that brawn.
“Well, Mabozi, explain yourself, where have you been all this time? I’ve been calling you for over an hour, you know better than to play on my nerves.”
Mafa’s tone was harsh, critical of the boy. She bared her teeth at him, closing in the distance between them. Mabozi responded with a squint of his eyes, as if he was trying to think, but it seemed as if thinking was beyond his capability.
“Mmmmmmnnnn…errrr…. MaMa, I love ‘ou!”
With that completely useless statement, Mabozi bounded over to Mafa, pouncing on her, just as he did when he had been a pup. But at this size, Mafa could not just bat him away with a paw; he actually succeeded in toppling the female over. Once she hit the ground, she kicked Mabozi off forcibly, standing quickly, being damn glad no one had been around to see that.
“Control yourself, you whelp, and never do that again? You understand?”
“Yaaaah!”
Mafa sighed in exasperation. He didn’t understand. He wouldn’t understand. But, that was besides the point, if he could function, he wouldn’t have to understand, at least Mafa figured. Her eyes narrowed, looking at the boy,
“Mabozi, my son… Come along, you’ve got a lesson to learn, some lions to meet.”
A look of fear instilled itself in Mabozi’s eyes. All his life he’d been hearing stories of the lion’s atrocities and all those stories had made him right petrified and suspicious of lions. He had no intention in the least to go scouting out some lions. Mafa had moved on, gesturing for him to follow, but for a few moments, Mabozi stayed glued in place. A pitiful look had taken over his face, his eyes glazed over with tears. Quite literally, scared to tears. He looked after his mother, wanting desperately to follow behind her, but also fighting with his fear. After a few moments, Mafa was almost out of sight, and Mabozi decided he couldn’t not follow, no matter the supposed danger. His ‘MaMa’ would keep him safe.
…In the deep Southlands, a day later…
The two had walked all day through the hot sun, Mafa not allowing them to stop. Mabozi was obviously uncomfortable and in a good amount of distress, the quiet groans and whimpers indicated this, as did his expression, but he said nothing. He simply wasn’t in the right mind to complain, and Mafa took clear advantage of that. The day wore on into night, and it was then that Mafa let them stop to rest. When Mafa stopped next to an overhang, Mabozi literally collapsed from exhaustion. He lay sprawled out in their feeble shelter, his eyes immediately closing and then falling into a deep sleep.
Mafa watched Mabozi for a while, being quite content with him for once. He was surprisingly resilient. Perhaps something’d come out of him yet. Mafa sighed, lying down near her son. She pondered going to hunt, getting some food for the both of them. But she decided against it, she needed him hungry and deprived, hopefully, it’d be just what she needed to get him to function normally. With that thought, the female closed her eyes, allowing herself to fall into a light sleep, still rather wary of any disturbances that could disturb the two.
Mafa was up well before daybreak, but she let the boy sleep until the sun had risen. She pawed over to him, roughly nudging him with her paw. She gestured for him to rise and then turned, walking away.
Mabozi’s sleep encrusted eyes blinked slowly to see him mother’s form above him. With a whimper, he watched her leave. Why were they walking so much? Mabozi didn’t understand. With his weary muscles, the pup heaved himself up, wincing lightly, and shook his dusty fur. Slowly, but surely, with a stupid grin reappearing on his maw, Mabozi faithfully trotted after Mafa.
It was about another hour before, when the two were deep in Southland territory, when Mafa spotted what she had been looking for. A lone lion sat perched atop a flat rock, licking his paws of the blood from a recent meal. Mafa grinned, crouching down and disguising herself in the tall grasses.
Mabozi too, had spotted the lion, and he hit the dirt long before Mafa did. When Mafa looked back at him, his young, stupid eyes were wild with fear; the boy was trembling feverishly. Pitiful. Mafa glared, shaking her head in disappointment, but he would over come this, he’d have to.
Mafa had quite the plot. She knew well that she could deal with a lion, and she knew Mabozi could, but he didn’t know that at all. She’d provoke the lion to attack her, force Mabozi to protect his old mother. The plan was flawless. He’d be forced to face his fear, if he ever wanted to see his mother alive he would. Or at least she’d lead him to believe it so. Quietly, she whispered to Mabozi,
“We’re going to go around him, watch out for him, he looks strong.”
Mafa grinned and whilst keeping low, moved on. With a gulp, Mabozi had no other choice but to follow, no way was he going to stay alone anywhere close to a lion. However, Mafa didn’t stay inconspicuous for long. Once they were near the lion, she popped out of the grass, snarling at the lion. He was bigger than he had looked from far away, but he was still manageable. Now, Mafa was standing, as was the lion. He knew a challenge when he saw one. With a powerful shift of his muscles, the beast jumped from the rock, landing with a dull thud. Mabozi, now at Mafa’s side, let out a loud shriek. This only amused the attacked. He lunged at Mafa, but she just barely jumped out of his way. Next, he swung at Mabozi, his powerful paw connecting with that empty head rather strongly, knocking the boy back.
Mabozi lay on the ground, groaning in pain, just barely conscious, watching as the lion advanced on his mother. Mafa, on the other hand, had no fear, even with Mabozi out of the picture. It seemed he wasn’t as reliable as she had believed him to be, but no matter, she could handle this problem on her own. She darted at the hulking beast, her fangs snapping at him, ripping into the flesh of his shoulder. But to him, it was just a scratch, and with great speed and his opposing paw, he whipped Mafa in the side, thrusting her back. As she stumbled, he lunged, landing on top of her. Mafa lay pinned under the massive beast, thrashing and lashing at him, but he was just out of her reach. The lion smirked and opened his jaws, readying to bite down on the neck of this intruder.
Mabozi fluttered in and out of conscious, sounds of the battle beside him barely reaching his ears. His eyes were barely open, but he could see what was happening. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to get up. He didn’t want to help. This was the end. The monster would finish off his mother and it would then take him. It was over. Mabozi closed his eyes in defeat.
You piece of s**t push over. Out of my way.
The hyena’s eyes snapped open as he stood in a fury. There was clearness in his gaze, a determination and a look of savage fury. The scene of the lion ready to tear his mother’s throat out lay before him. He charged. The lion was knocked off of Mafa before he knew anything was coming, but the attack didn’t end there. With a new, vicious power, the young adolescent tore into the lion’s now exposed underbelly, ripping out his innards. The lion roared in pain and horror. The hyena was now drenched in the lion’s hot blood as he circled the beast, watching his life ebb away. The lion looked to him in bewilderment. The malicious grin on his face was unmistakably that of a murderer’s. Without another thought of sympathy, the hyena lunged forward for the neck, tearing out the lion’s trachea, ripping through the vital arteries, and backing away as the fountain of blood rained upon him.
Mafa’s eyes were wide on shock as the scene unfolded before her. She was completely speechless, and her mouth hung open in sheer amazement. What she had just seen wasn’t exactly registering in her head just yet. She looked to the dead lion, to Mabozi, to the lion, to Mabozi again. It was slow, but Mafa started to laugh. A long, loud, hyena cackle, a rather insane sounding one as well. She laughed for a few minutes before winding to a stop, shaking her head in disbelief, looking to her son,
“Mabozi, my son, I knew you had it in you.”
But Mabozi didn’t seem to be very affect by these words. He simply sneered, and spat on the ground before Mafa, his saliva drenched red,
“Don’t confuse me with that whelp, female. Mwuaji’s my name, I’m not weak like that sack of s**t, he doesn’t even know about us.”
Mafa’s jaw dropped again, how dare he… Wait… us?
“…What?”
“You heard me, I’ll catch you later, Mom.”
“Wait! What’s happening exactly?”
But before she could get her question out ‘Mwuaji’s’ eyes closed and then fluttered open, once again revealing the gaze of a terrified little puppy. The blood soaked hyena dropped to the ground, looking around and seeing the dead lion lying beside him. A big, goofy grin grew on his maw as he looked to Mafa,
“MaMa! Ya go’ ‘im!”
He trotted to her, nuzzling his mother’s side. Mafa was too confused to shove him away. Obviously, Mabozi didn’t take into account that he was the one drenched in blood.
“Ma-Mabozi?”
“YAAAAAH!”
“Who’s Mwuaji?”
Mafa’s question was responded to with a completely blank and idiotic stare. Mabozi shook his head, shrugging his slouchy shoulders,
“Who? Me no know! MaMa’s frien’?”
“No Mabozi, he’s… You.”
To this Mabozi giggle, snorting as he did so,
“Silly MaMa, ‘Bozi be ‘Bozi only!”
Mafa shook her head; she’d need time to figure this out. What she had just seen was a completely different hyena, not Mabozi. And yet, it had been in Mabozi’s body. She was utterly confused, but yet, utterly amazed. This boy had more to him than meets the eyes. He wouldn’t understand if she tried to explain it to him. Ignorance was bliss. She’d let him remain ignorant. With her head, she gestured to the lion’s corpse,
“Mabozi, we eat, and then we’ll return home. Fill up, we’ve a long way to go.”
With those words, she also voraciously tore into the steaming lion meat, enjoying a civil meal with her son, for the first time in both their lives. They’d have quite the journey home, but boy would there be a story upon their return….
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