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 Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 11:38 am
She had no idea that she'd missed all by one of her grandchildren, that in the month and a week prior to her visiting, they'd been sent out one by one and now only one remained. Her chances of finding the one remaining and only him were low, but the family was no stranger to coincidence and the goddess was willing to go through other lions and ask around to find who she was looking for.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 11:51 am
A purple and white male lay stretched along a log, once the last sister left he felt hollow and heart broken, racked with guilt that he could not protect them now. His only hope was that they all knew exactly where he pinpointed them to be, except the first sister her thought clung to him, what if she was lost forever? She would know her way back here but would she know where to find them out there?
Pepo sighed, his coat was quite clean for him, he usually was a dingy green and brown, but in the girl's absents he had cleaned himself out of boredom, waiting for the queen to come and dismiss him. He wanted this over, wanted the comfort of his family.
"Thump thump thumping on a log," he wallowed in self pity as if they were dead.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 12:06 pm
The sad and musical sound Pepo made reached the ears of the goddess, though it was rather faint. Pausing a moment to listen and pinpoint the direction of the source, the goddess crept through the trees to take a look. Going slow and careful, not wanting to draw attention to herself unnecessarily- she peeked through the trees when she spotted something white. Immediately, she wasn't sure she found anyone she was looking for- but the sad sound.. it was enough to make her step out anyway.
Stepping out from the trees towards the youth, though, immediately she was face to face with a very unlikely lion. He was white, and he was purple- the same purple she had on her back, side and legs. He had faded legs and spots on his shoulder, like Wahabu. And to top it all off, his eyes were sad but bright like Amadet's and his overall appearance bore a strong resemblance to someone very close to the goddess herself.
She opened her mouth to speak, but it took her a moment to find her voice. Amadet couldn't have been lying. Kilango had only her cubs at home, Wahabu had only his eight there.. Mtima herself had no offspring outside of them. Finally she found her voice.
"Hello there."
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 5:08 pm
The white youth jumped and turned towards the voice, "Who-o are you?" he looked over over, she had some resemblance to her family, but he did not make any connection there were many lions that looked similar in this world, at least his little slice of it. He blinked orange orbs filled with fear and sadness, she was larger than him, but as he grew he'd probably reach her size or larger.
"Are you apart of the pride?" The pride was not all together small but not all together large either, so it was plausible he had heard the female's name and had never known what she looked like. He eyed her wearily and slid off his log to stand behind it, putting the log between them.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 11:25 am
Mtima's expression was mostly amazed, though part of her was unhappy to see Amadet's story confirmed. He was very handsome and very kindly by the looks of his soul. He looked so surprised to see her, almost afraid- but then he didn't seem to recognize the similarities between them. Speechless once more, she looked him over again. Inhaling carefully, she did her best to smile at him so he might relax a bit.
"I'm Mtima'safi," she introduced herself, "But no, I'm not a member of the pride here. What's your name?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 11:39 am
"Not being apart of the pride, well...my baby name is Pepo, but one day I will chose another," he bowed his head akwardly to the older female, "Pleasure to meet you Mtima'safi." She was a lovely shade of yellow, and he realized where he knew it from his sisters! Was this someone that was related to him?
"Umm, do you know my mother? Amadet?" he walked slowly around the log towards her, she did not seem mean, he felt fear only because she was new and he was so close to his family. Pepo's orange eyes danced with excitement, maybe she knew where the sisters were! Unlikely as it seemed, but he was still young, still naive to many things.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 11:56 am
"Pepo," Mtima repeated, unable to hide a rather twisted smile at the idea that Amadet had named her son after one of the gods she seemed to hate so much. That girl didn't make any sense, but that was no reason to forget her manners, "It's a pleasure to meet you, too, Pepo."
She nodded politely as he went on to ask about his mother and it became very apparent that she would have to get her story together very quickly. What on earth was she going to tell these poor things about their father? More importantly, about their mother? She wasn't sure how they felt about their mother, or if they knew anything about their father.. this would be a difficult little test.
"I do know your mother," she admitted, "But I know your father better."
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 12:02 pm
He nodded and then his eyes widened in surprise, she must be related to daddy! That's why they have yellow and purple, it came from her side of the family! That didn't make any sense though, they were the only ones their color in the pride, the rest of the pride was fairly earthy toned with whites and greens and reds...they were brightly colored, daddy would have shown them their family.
"You know my father, Gharadi, did he ever speak of all six of us? Or just me? Up until a month ago or so, I was the only boy, I liked it that way," he wondered wide eyed, had father been this lioness' son, she looked too young to have someone his age, but perhaps he was reading too much it appearances.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 12:10 pm
She was happy to see him suddenly seem to warm up to her, he seemed very fond of his family even if Amadet appeared to have abandoned them. The name, he spoke, however, was not one she expected to hear- but at the same time she was not terribly surprised that he was misinformed. The disguised goddess smiled sadly at her grandson, and shook her head.
"I'm afraid I only heard about you from your mother," she answered, then tried to pick her words carefully afterward, "Gharadi.. he is your father?"
She wanted to ask if he was the one said to be his father, but did not wish to outwardly accuse the poor boy's father of such a thing. Her own son would get very defensive on behalf of either of his parents, she knew that suggesting anything of the sort might come off very poorly and this would end up no where.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 12:24 pm
"Of course Gharadi is my father, who else would be? You said you knew him," Pepo asked confused, "I mean..I thought you were related to him, you have our yellow and my purple, sort of." He shook his head trying to focus on what was being said. She knew his father well, butlearned of him from his mother? It made no sense.
"Mtima'safi, I don't understand," he murmured and took a step backwards almost as if he was in retreat to the log.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 2:29 pm
By the sounds of it, this Gharadi was posing as a father to the cubs- and she knew it had to be someone who was around because Pepo had mentioned how he was the only boy until recently. She watched him carefully, not moving but frowning when he stepped back towards the log. Pepo was on the right track, she had his purple- and the 'our' must refer to siblings of his.. Wahabu had described a girl, a yellow one.
"Pepo," she said carefully with a small sigh, "Gharadi is not your father, your real father, my son.. he lives not too far from here." Here the goddess paused, trying to give him a moment to process that information.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 3:56 pm
"Why are you telling fibs?" he shook his head and watched her, "My mother said, and I know SHE is my mama..." none of them looked like their father, yes, they had some similar browns but that could be chalked up to their mother's family.
"Say..this is our father, why would he let someone else raise his children? What is his name? What does he look like, and where is Mama?" he barked questions at her, his voice edged with attitude and the 'I know everything' voice of a teenager.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 4:01 pm
"Yes, Amadet is your mother," she agreed, not daring to comment on the idea that she was fibbing about this, "Your father's name is Wahabu, he's the same yellow as me, has a brown mane, blue stripes on his legs and a blue symbol on his forehead- the one that's on my back, in fact. He doesn't know about you, he wouldn't abandon his own cubs."
That was the easiest part of the whole conversation, she answered with ease and simplicity, not at all minding the attitude. After dealing with a young Kilango, she was immune to it- at least on this level, those young half-breeds had gotten to her before.
"Your mother went looking for me," Mtima said truthfully and simply, starting with the information that was least likely to cause upset.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 4:22 pm
He stood up straightening out his neck to see her symbol fully, it was about the same symbol seen on one of the sisters. "Alright, pretending that this guy is my father, would that make you my...aunt?" he blinked questioningly at her, he also had the same cross across his eye as she had.
"Wahabu, and why did he never know about us? Was he a bad lion? That's the only way mama would take us away from him, right?"
He looked at her doubt slowly fading away, she was sincere and it seemed she was telling him nothing but the whole truth.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 8:10 pm
She ignored the question about her relationship to the youth first, as the other questions had more sensitive answers, and there wasn't going to be a nice way to explain any of it. Mtima thought about Sineri, how she'd insisted on not having things sugar-coated for her when Kia was explained. It was tempting to try, but he seemed to be handling this just fine being eased into it. She shook her head at the idea of Wahabu being a bad lion.
"Wahabu is definitely not a bad lion," she said sincerely, "Your mother.. your mother had no intention of having a family with him, he doesn't even remember seeing her. Her intention was to have cubs that shared my blood as well as her own, trying to prove something to a pride that no longer exists."
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