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 Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 3:58 pm
After visiting with Siraj, the white lioness found herself returning back home, and preparing for the next stop on her daily, somewhat questionable errands. Dreams, even waking, still persisted at her mind and she was constantly confronted with the strange ideas and nervousment. She wondered if Siraj would understand the story she told- but unfortunately, even gentle Kaanga knew the words that came out of her mouth were sometimes so strange and incoherent that they were impossible to decipher.
Kidondo was gone, but even amidst the agony of it, things had settled back to how they were. Troubling, she feared- vultures watched her. She did not like that. Her father had seemed more troubled then ever since his treasured son had left, and despite her loyalty to her brother, she was crushed with loyalty for her father.
If things were over- why did she keep dreaming?
And so, the princess found her way slowly up the familiar steps leading to the King’s den. From below the desert swept in to their lands like an ocean- and at times, she dreamed that these rocks were weak barriers against it. Did great fish dwell beneath the sands? She imagined they did- but catching sight of her son, Kai, in the distance, she decided she would neglect to tell him. She didn’t want him to worry.
Fish could be quite dangerous.
Her head swiveled back to the cave, and quietly, she let out a tiny kitten’s mew. Withdrawn- had he seemed. It worried her too, like the fish. So she wouldn’t tell him about them either.
“My father,” She called sweetly into the darkness. “Come for a walk with me.”
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 5:17 pm
Like Kaanga had noticed, Kimeti was still flabberghasted by the betrayl of his son. It was the worse blow the King could have been dealt and though it had been months now the events of that day still played repeatedly in his head. Kimeti could not understand what had caused his son to go against The Blood and all that he had been taught. The betrayl had been, not only against his father, but the whole pride and Kimeti was quite sure that Kidondo did not think of it in that matter.
A snarl and a slash of claws on the sandy floor only showed a hint of the pent up anger still held towards the traitor and the soft sound of a lioness and her call to him were barely enough to ease the anger building within him. Turning his head towards the den, Kimeti caught sight of his daughter, Kaanga. Taking a few deep breaths he allowed the anger to subside before even making a step towards the pale lioness. "What is it that you wish to speak to me about?" He questioned as he walked up to her side. Rarely did anyone ever wish to just walk with him. Such words always had another motive to them.
Kai had caught sight of his mother and tilted his head to the side in a questioning manner but Kaanga didin't seem to get the gesture and continued on to grandfather's den. He watched as his mother called out to grandfather Kimeti and awaited the King to join her. Now, Kai wasn't a cub to go easedroppping. No he'd outright present himself into a matter he was overtly curious in and...at that moment, he was curious what was going on. So making sure no one would follow him he padded up to the two older lions, his youth clearly dwarfing him, especially next to his large grandfather. With a flick of his tail, olive eyes gazed up iawaiting to see if he'd be acknowledged by either of the adults or if he would be ignored like so often.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 5:38 pm
The white lioness tilted her head quietly, and then shook it. “No, no. Nothing to speak with. It’s only Kaanga. Come walk with me.” Out of the corner of her eye, she glimmered Kai running about curiously. “Kai is running about. I’m sure he’d like to see you- if he hasn’t already been getting into trouble.” She took a few steps back, pink pads faintly grazing across the stone, as if to lead him. “See less of you...” She frowned. Since Kidondo had been gone- was he perhaps suspicious of his other children? “Good to walk in the sun for a while. Not the cave.”
As Kai approached rather ambitiously towards the adults, Kaanga turned her head and leaned it downwards to brush against her son. He smelled like earth and sand- and hesitantly, it caused her to snort.
My children, she reminded herself, not the sun's or the fish. She liked dreaming of them- they were always happy dreams and they danced.
Padfooting, she took another step back. “But I could talk, if you want.”
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 6:59 am
It caught Kimeti by surprise. Very few ever came for just a visit. Most wanted something or had reports to give. Even his own children rarely came to see him. Then again, his trust had been betrayed by his heir. A trust that had been born with a pride for the young lion that was to someday lead the pride. The pride that he, Kimeti, had reforged after the plague. Ever since that day Kimeti had holed himself up in his den unwanting to venture out upon the hots sands. Afraid, yes the mighty King, afraid, that another betrayl would befall him and the pride.
So, slightly flabberghasted, Kimeti followed his daughter out into the sun. Golden eyes winced at the brightness of the day but quickly adjusted to the intensity. Kimeti didn't say anything in regards to his grandson whom Kaanga spoke of. Eyes flitted to the young cub who had just joined the adults after a greeting from his mother. This cub looked so much like himself when he was at that innocent age. Full of life with no responsibilities laid upon his shoulders nor the hardships that would surely come with time. It caused a small smile to creep upon the Kings face, but nothing more.
Kai happily greeting his mother. His head rubbing against her own as he arched his back and flagged his tail to make as much contact as possible with the white lioness. Olive eyes danced with glee as he intertwined with his mother's legs onces before stopping and looking up at the two adults. Olve eyes lingered upon his grandfather the longest. Full of curiosity and holding an air of playfullness. If Kai got anything out of his grandfather today, he wanted to play.
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