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 Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 10:47 am
Meilin was just grateful now for the first time that Kimeti didn't demand much of her time. For a king, actually, he seemed rather indifferent about what she did, even if irritated or distrusting. It meant that she would be able to spend most of her time with the family, though not forever.
She had birthed the litter sometime just after dawn, as quietly as possible. Seven cubs, each as beautiful as the last in her eyes, though no doubt any self respecting Firekin would find them horrible and hideous to look at.
Blues, whites, blacks, even brilliant orange, firey shades fading into one another (the color she recognized as Adanna's, the fading she recognized to belong to her own sister and she herself. They were all perfect, even if small. It was a wonder she'd been able to carry them all!
She curled around them for warmth, knowing it would be some time before the sun warmed their part of the den. Now she just need wait for Vian and Azula to come see them, since Azula was resting just within the entrance of the den. Meilin had to admit that the female had seemingly thought it all out. It frustrated her, down to the last detail she seemed to know what she was doing. Azula would not mistake gratitude for acceptance, and did not plan to chance the couple trying to sneak any of the cubs out. She might not feel as strongly as a normal mother would for her own children, but she knew well enough how strong those feelings could be, and she didn't intend to underestimate them.
Meilin wouldn't be surprised if Azula was actually awake and aware through all of this, and in fact, highly suspected just that.
Vian had been sent to watch after Azula's cubs, in the meanwhile, and was only permitted to leave come dawn, per the Firekin's orders. Any time now, he should be coming into view...
"Just wait until your father sees you..." She whispered quietly to the small squirming forms, tucked safely at her side with her body curled protectively around them for comfort.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 2:12 pm
Of the seven was a little black cub, her back littered with the markings of an ocelot in a color so light of a deep blue that it was almost purple, fading to her belly and down her legs. Her mouth was open as though she could not breath through her nose and she looked at the world through barely opened eyes. She looked around, trying to find something of her new world. However, she focused her eyes at the face of the giant body around her and nosed its armpit. Finding it satisfyingly warm, she wiggled against it. For the moment, she was content to go back to sleep.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2007 4:25 pm
Just like his father, only reversed, though of course he didn't know that quite yet. Wriggling and mewling, stretching tiny limbs and paws out the small boy squeaked out to his mother, the course of the warmth that was keeping him quite satisfied, though he was amongst what felt like so, so many! Eyes still closed, wishing to see the world, the dark form snuggled his nose against his mommy's side, squeaking again.
It was just right.
Though something still seemed like it was missing.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 10:38 am
Vian was a rather tolerant lion. But here in the firekin he seemed to be testing his limits. He had never seen more bizarre individuals before, almost to the point where he felt sorry for them. Many seemed deranged. Two of Azula's cubs struck him the most, though all seemed to have their own little problems. One of the boys, for example, was oddly timid for such a warlike pride. But it was his brother, indifferent cold stone, that made him frown. That and his ferenzic sister who seemed to be angry at everything and seemed to stumble socially in a pathetic, angry way. He could only hope such seemingly tramatized personalities would show up among his children. He wouldn't know what to do if they did.
Finally the sun had set and he was allowed to leave. He loped along the cool sands, eager to return to his mate. He knew the cubs were due at any time now; leaving her alone throughout the day was hard enough. He would try not to stretch the time. Finally he reached the dens, since the walk wasn't long, and paused to meet Azula at the entrance. He dipped his head, waiting with a reserve of patience.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 10:11 am
Azula lifted her head as she detected the other's approach. Watching Vian draw close enough, and perhaps satisfied with his respectful greeting, she simply looked towards the dens. For tonight she'd allow them to be a family, she had secretly assured their general safety in exchange for his full cooperation, after all, and it wouldn't due to make an enemy out of him senselessly so soon, nor did she feel the urge or need to.
"You may go."
And she, meanwhile, would keep watch from outside.
Meilin, inside, was still swelling with motherly pride, and joy. For the moment they were safe, for the moment they were innocent and pure, and unaware of anything but each other, themselves, mother, and soon father as well. If they could just stay this way forever, instead of having to grow to face the outside world.
They'd do all they could, they would, and hopefully the rebellion would bring about their freedom, but until then they would have to do everything in their power to protect the seven lives curled up at her side.
She placed reassuring licks to the backs of their dark pelted daughter and son, hoping to soothe them into rest, not that it turned out to be needed for the girl, she was already dozing right off. Meilin smiled and nosed her son instead, gently, then let cool gray eyes wander over the whole lot of them again, only looking up and away when she heard Azula speak, happy to see Vian in the entrance and waiting for him to draw close. As he did so, she uncurled a little to better reveal the seven cubs.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2007 4:21 pm
Vian kept his motions towards Azula for similar reasons. They had a deal and there was no wisdom in giving her any reason to break it, especially now that there were new lives to look after. He ducked into the den, blinking his eyes twice to let them adjust to the dimmed light. When he finally drew near Meilin his ears and brows lifted slightly to show his surprise. Seven?
He nudged his head against hers, offering a reassuring purr and a smile that was touched with a bit of wonder, "I always liked big families." Indeed, he had come from one that consisted of 5 other siblings. It was a bond he was glad his children would have. On a more serious note he whispered with affection near her ear, "You're beautifully strong, Lin."
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2007 9:21 am
If Felines could just blush, Meilin would be doing so now, but instead she covered her modesty with a soft purr, returning his gesture with the same affection that it was given. She had seen his surprise, and found it to be amusing.
"I'm glad to hear that,"
Seven cubs, and they'd all be needing names, even if owners renamed them, they'd have their birth names to carry with pride always, to give them strength. Born slaves? Perhaps, but only by title, in their parents eyes, in the rest of the world's eyes, in the rebel's eyes, they were free and had every right to be so. (Though, perhaps the rebels had their own reasons for such.) WHEN they got out of this hell hole, they'd see what real life was like. Until then, they'd have to hold out strong...
"They'll need names..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 7:26 pm
A name might just be a word, but it often brought with it identity. Yes, they all needed names. "Strong names," he agreed keeping his side touching hers, and though he did not say it one could assume he meant that they would need any strength they could muster. So many small lives entrusted to slavery. As a father, he wanted to offer them as much support and protection as possible. And sometimes that started with the little things. Like names.
"Meilin," he murmured, casting her a sideways glance, "Your name...is not a type I'm familiar with. Do you have a tradition of names in your family?" He did not, but perhaps she did. And maybe it'd give the little ones a sense of feeling; a feeling of conection outside of this desert.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 8:33 pm
He knew, even at a moment like this, he wouldn't be allowed to stay as long as he would have liked. But still he lay down beside her, curling around her and their children to stay for the few moments they had, united as a family. This would be their strength in the days to come.
"We will. I will not rest until we do, I promise," he whispered to her. He offered nothing else now. She was tired and she needed rest. He would begin the process while she recovered and the children grew. It would be slow, it would be quiet. He would keep his eyes open. He knew he'd find a way to free them, but it would take time. Patience was the most important thing for them now. It was the difference between life was a beaten slave or freedom.
"For now, it's best you rest," he whispered to her, "All in time."
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 7:58 am
Meilin turned gray eyes away from where she had been staring over the coats of their children to look at Vian once again at his prompting. She could not say where the strange naming tradition began, but her father had explained the basic ideas of it to she and her sister once upon a time. She inclined her head in a soft nod now and began to explain to Vian as well. She gave several examples, once in a while looking over the cubs as if to see if any of the meanings fit. They were in agreement on strong names... and before too long each of their seven had them, keys that their parents hoped would act as focal points throughout life, to help them get through.
That final task done Meilin could feel exhaustion settling in. They didn't know how long they'd have before Azula chased Vian back to his work, but at least for a bit they could just be a family and nothing else.
"I don't need visions to tell me... we'll find a way out of here somehow."
She wasn't sure if that would ever actually happen, and perhaps it was a combination of a reaction to feeling fear for their safety and her own stubborn nature, but she forced that future before her mind's eye, and she wouldn't rest easy until they'd found a way to attain it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 7:59 am
((NOTE: Stupid guild glitch is stupid. D: )) Ary Keeyara He knew, even at a moment like this, he wouldn't be allowed to stay as long as he would have liked. But still he lay down beside her, curling around her and their children to stay for the few moments they had, united as a family. This would be their strength in the days to come.
"We will. I will not rest until we do, I promise," he whispered to her. He offered nothing else now. She was tired and she needed rest. He would begin the process while she recovered and the children grew. It would be slow, it would be quiet. He would keep his eyes open. He knew he'd find a way to free them, but it would take time. Patience was the most important thing for them now. It was the difference between life was a beaten slave or freedom.
"For now, it's best you rest," he whispered to her, "All in time." Tahja Estes For the time being they were allowed to rest, so she gratefully leaned against him, eyes wearily resting on the entrance of the den for a few moments. She couldn't keep them open for long though, his advice was sound and her body was in full agreement. While the cubs fed she could feel herself giving in slowly, sacking into him bit by bit until she finally felt sleep claiming her.
All in time, the words repeated in her head. All in time.
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