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 Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 7:34 pm
DarkenWoodWolf Nikalo batted at a bright yellow flower. It was the color of the orb that dangled in the sky, all bright and heat. He rolled his eyes up at that bright thing, regretting it almost instantly. It hurt his eyes. It would be nice if the other orb was in the sky, the white one, like the one of his back. That one didn;t hurt his eyes. ~Latonia de la Courtel~ Lakona watched her son with a smile, raising her tail to shade her son's eyes with her feathers. "Not at the Sun Antelope, darling... He'll burn your eyes."
She narrowed her gaze at the sky, avoiding looking directly at the bright orb. Her mother was nowhere to be seen, a full moon tonight then. DarkenWoodWolf "I don't like the... Sun Antelope." Nikalo snorted, the flower tickling his nose. "I like the other one." He looked at the markings on his back. "It looks like that." Nik looked at his mother again, wanting her to name it too. He wanted her to name the flower at his nose, the grass at his feet. There was so much about his world that he wanted to learn. ~Latonia de la Courtel~ "He is swift and warm, and part of our day as the Moon Lioness is part of the night... Your grandmother shows cool kindness in contrast to his bright warmth, but both are vital to us. She loves you a great deal, I am sure she appreciates your affection..." She laughed softly and nuzzled his cheek. "You will learn, my darling." DarkenWoodWolf "My grandmother is the Moon Lioness?" Nikalo was astonished, wide eyed. "Truly?" He had a lot of questions, now. How was it that the Moon Lioness made his mother? Was it possible? Why wasn't his mother as big as her, then. Would be be as small as his mother compared to her mother? The questions made him dizzy so he had to sit down. ~Latonia de la Courtel~ "Yes... And your aunt is her image too.. I am the Dark One." She smiled gently. "I was sent here -by her will- to live as Mortals do... Which is why I have this form..."
She flicked her tailfeathers, winking at him. "Which is good, or I never would have met your father..." DarkenWoodWolf "And I would have never been born." Nikalo nodded absently. He looked up at the sky, not directly at the Sun Antelope. "I wish grandmother was here. I would thank her for sending you here. I wonder if it was hard." He could not imagine life without his mother. Was it hard for here to be here, alone, without her mother? He didn't want to ask, but he wanted to know. ~Latonia de la Courtel~ "Just so." The Dark Moon nodded, nuzzling her kit gently. "And you and your sister are two of my greatest joys..."
She glanced up as well, then shrugged. "Perhaps when the sky is dark she will visit... If nothing else I will see if we can find Kaminah, for your aunt often speaks to our mother more than I... She will pass on any message you wish to send; perhaps one day, you will meet her if all goes well." DarkenWoodWolf "I have not met my aunt, I don't think." Nikalo wracked his brain, frowning. He couldn't remember her, and he could remember almost everything that he had learned or seen. "I would like to meet her. And my grandmother. Can she talk to me?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 7:44 pm
"No... Though she did visit shortly before you and your sister were born.. I imagine she'll visit soon... Kaminah tends to wander." She glanced at the sky with a smile. "I'm sure she could, dearest.. I'll take you to the hill tonight, where your father often does his dreamweaving. Its the highest spot nearby, and we'll see if you can hear her..."
Moonbeams have a sound, if one listens close enough... A music all their own... A message from the lioness.
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2009 8:32 pm
Nikalo smiled at his mother, following her eyes to the sunlit sky and wincing. He did so prefer his grandmother. Prefer you--- Nikalo jerked his head about, looking. There was nothing to be seen. Of course. It was that noise again. He turned his head back to his mother. It was always easier to ignore it during the day, anyway. He didn't want it to spoil his day, though. He was going to speak to his grandmother at night. "I would like that, mother."
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 8:18 am
Lakona could sense the faintest of whispers... Almost like her mother's voice. Mother was weakest during the day... And since Lakona had met Hinhallow, she had not approached the Moon Lioness with a request to return to the heavens. She had been sent here to learn something, and then she would be allowed to return...
But she had found a mate and had a family, and she would not go back... Not forever, at least... Maybe to visit.
Mother? She thought with a tilt of her head. I hope you will speak to them tonight, he loves you... And he needs your help, as we all do.
The light in the darkness...
"We will speak to your father of it when he returns with Acierta." Lakona smiled at him and sat up, searching the pride lands for her mate. "It should not be much longer..."
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 12:14 pm
Maybe longer than you-- Nikalo twitched. It was that other voice. The other girl. Not soft or pleasant like the voice he'd come to associate with his grandmother, with the moon. And so much clearer than all the other voices. "Couldn't we go now, mother? Why do we have to wait for father to return? I want to speak with my grandmother." Nik could have bit his tounge in half, speaking, whining, to his mothing like that. It was just the voice was louder. Maybe it was closer, like his grandmothers voice in the night. "Sorry mother. I am just a little..." Nik paused, searching for a word he didn't know.
"Restless?" Sala whispered. They wouldn't be able to see her, or touch her. The pair could hear her, though. She bit back a laugh. It wouldn't do to come off as crazy yet. She had a few hours before she returned to her normal state and planned to be long gone by then. No, she'd made a bargain for a few hours of sanity so she could see her family, as exanded as it had become.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 6:00 pm
Lakona pinned her ears and glanced around. She could almost see the air shimmer out of the corner of her eye, the presence of another. Not really a seeing, but a sense of where the other was.
It was gone just as quickly, swept away by the feel of her mate approaching. Hinhallow was no doubt carrying Acierta, he was moving fast. Just a little longer...
"I suppose we could head toward the hill." She murmured to her son. "I am sure it would be no trouble for them to find us there..."
The voice that floated on the wind flirted with disaster and salvation. A female who danced the knife-edge of existance. The hair along her spine stood, hackles raising as she growled softly. "I know of you, Ghost-One."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 6:45 pm
Nikalo blinked, staring up at his mother. She looked upset. Could she hear the voice too? Hope bloomed in his heart for a moment. Then he saw her stare off into space, looking at something he couldn't see and it died. He didn't know what was going on but...
"Ghostling, please." Salania just appeared a paws length away from her nephew. "And I know of you, moon-child. Love and lover of my brother. Mother of his children. Blah blah blah. I didn't come here to deal with you, fallen." She turned her head to look at the little blue boy who was staring up at her with too wide eyes. "You. I have come for you."
Nikalo gulped. The voice was hers. The one in his head head. The mean one that made no sense, but she was making sense. "I... I..." He stuttered off into silence, very aware he couldn't hear her other voice in his head. "I know you."
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 7:56 pm
Lakona snarled at the female, snapping her jaws in warning. She might have been sent here as a cub, but those days were long gone. And so was her helplessness. She was the dark Goddess once more, mentored by the Fallen Angel, Tierany.
"Sister of my Beloved, Broken One, Lost One... You shall deal with me no matter who you 'came' for, for he is mine. As he is your brother's... As he will never, never be yours."
She took a protective stance over Nikalo, placing him between her forepaws and slightly back, under her chest. Crouched low, ears pinned and fangs bared, she growled a warning.
"Go back to where you came from, there is nothing for you here."
Hinhallow ran faster, heart in his chest. He could sense Lakona's rage, and the presence of Salania... Pretty, pretty Sala... Broken Sala. Like his parents, like their pride... Much had fallen in those days, and though Hinhallow and forged his own family, one that was whole... There were still craters in the past. He would not let them become part of the future.
He was nearly there.
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 8:08 pm
Nikalo poked his head out from behind his mother to get a good look at the lioness whose voice woke him up in the night. She was... not the same. Her voice wasn't there. It was just... gone. Aside from the one she was growling at her mother with. "Mom..."
"I do not have time for this, fallen!" Salania snapped, digging her claws into the dirt for a moment. "I didn't not make the bargain to me thrown back here, have all my work broken, shattered against sands you cannot see, fallen." Sala snapped her teeth on open air. Her form wavered, there then not then there. "I need the boy."
"Mom..." He nuzzled her side as he slipped out from under her, suddenly too-old eyes staring at Salania. "I can't hear her. She can't hurt me now. I... She doesn't scare me, mom. Maybe I can help her?"
Sala barked a laugh. "Help me, boy? You haven't paid the price. You cannot begin to understand it. Why can you hear me, boy? Tell me now."
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