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 Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 6:17 pm
 Omi sighed. She'd been wandering the marsh looking for no one in particular, doing nothing of importance, just thinking. Thinking about what it meant to be a Yahe, how her life would be different. Omi couldn't deny that she was jealous. Jealous of her older sister, whom had been born before her and thus gained the title of Siti. It wasn't fair.
She sighed again and swiped a dark paw at an innocent reed. There had to be something she could do besides marriage to get the title like her sister.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 6:32 pm
Kubwa had to say that he had never been happier in his life than the time he had spent since he'd gotten back to his pride. He had found his former betrothed, Jani and had had four beautiful children. The pride was slowly starting to rebuild itself. It would take a long time, but they would get it back to its previous glory.
He couldn't believe how quickly his children had grown. It seemed only yesterday that they were small cubs, asking questions about everything and playing together. Now they were nearly adults. He felt bad that his two younger kids wouldn't inherit their parents titles, but there was nothing he could do about it. He prayed neither felt too bad.
Speaking of his children, Kubwa spotted his younger daughter, Omi standing nearby. She seemed to be thinking deeply about something.
"Something on your mind, my pet?" he asked her as he walked over.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 7:23 pm
The green lioness looked over to the familiar voice. She eyed her father, the lion whom had helped bring her into this life. Omi liked her father, he was kind hearted, caring, different to her mother who seemed a bit more distant, more concerned with others opinions of herself and her family.
"It's not fair," she stated. "Why can't I be the Siti? What's Mora done that's any better than anything I've done. Just because she was born first.
Omi frowned and crossed her paws.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 4:54 pm
Kubwa sighed to himself. He had had a feeling that he'd have to have this conversation at some point. He had really hoped that his younger son and daughter would be okay with the pride's tradition, but it appeared it wasn't so.
He walked over and sat next to his daughter, peering into her blue eyes. She'd inherited his eyes, and both his and her mother's coloring. She was the one child who seemed to be a real mix of her parents. Morasha took after him, while the boys took after Jani.
"You're right. It isn't fair," he said quietly, breathing a small sigh.
"I do wish that all of you could inherit our titles, but this has been part of the pride's tradition for ages."
He knew that wouldn't make her feel better, but he wanted her to know he did care.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 10:47 pm
Omi didn't meet her fathers gaze. She was still angry, though some of the anger was subsiding due to her fathers reasoning. She liked to talk to her father. He could make everything feel better, but the feeling was only ever temporary. She knew once they parted ways things would go back to the way they were.
"Well, they should change things." Omi growlwed. "Things change, this should change too. It's just not FAIR!"
She let out a growl, releasing some of her frustration. It wasn't like she could marry up. There wasn't anyone to marry. The King and Queen had had all girls, and then there was only her brothers, and she was disgusted at the thought of that.
"If I'd been born first instead of Morasha everything would be okay."
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 12:46 pm
Kubwa bit back another sigh. Omi had inherited her mother's temper, which was often hard to reason with. Usually the best thing to do was to let it abate, but this was one of those instances where it couldn't. Due to the effects of the plague on the pride, there were very few eligible males around. There wasn't anything anyone could do about it, in all honesty. Omi was going to simply have to make do with her lot in life. And that wasn't something she'd accept.
"But if you had been born first, where would that leave Mora? In the same place you are, I believe."
He shot her a significant, but caring, glance.
"I know this is really hard for you, but it's hard for Mora as well. She bears the brunt of our family's honor. She will always be scrutinized, measured. She can't make any mistakes. It's a tough burden."
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 4:40 pm
"Maybe you should have only had one girl." she muttered.
"Poor Mora, she's got it so tough! She gets to have the perfect life, no troubles at all. Some burden." Omi spat.
How could he defend her sister, when she was born into the life of a lady, she had the class, had the honor, it didn't matter what she did, she would still be a Siti. Omi moaned. It wasn't fair, she could understand why it would be so difficult for them to both be ladies. All the queens children are still princesses, not just the one, why couldn't it be the same for the outside familes.
"Mum doesn't care anyway. She's only worried that I don't do anything to spoil her image, or my sisters." Her mother was completely different to her father, whilst she was caring for her family, she was very concerned about status and the opinions within the court, something that Omi loathed.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 3:33 pm
Kubwa sighed. It seemed Omi had troubles putting herself in others' positions. She saw only from one view: her own. It made for a very confident, bright personality, but it kept her from compassion and empathy. The large dark lion marveled at how different his two children were.
"No troubles? I hardly believe that. Even your mother and I have to be careful. The higher your status, the further you can fall."
He gazed at his daughter's tense, unwavering figure. He didn't know what to say to her to ease her pain.
"Perhaps something may happen that will grant you a higher class..." he said, but even to him, the words sounded weak.
"I know it isn't fair, but you're just going to have to make the best of it."
He hated to be frank and harsh with her, but Kubwa had no way of telling her what she wanted to hear. She was simply going to have to face the reality.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 4:49 pm
"Make the best of it..." Her voice trailed off. She didn't know what else she could say. Her father had made some good points, and she hated arguing with him. But still, if only she had been born first, then she wouldn't be feeling this way. Things would be different.
Her spite for her sister grew all the while. Omi was sure that she would never be as good as her sister, never as highly regarded, and it upset her. It upset her that because you had a lower status people wouldn't think as highly of you, even though you might be a better individual. Her tail drooped and her head turned towards the borders. She just had to get away, escape this place for a little while. It would hurt her parents, she knew it, and it would definitely hurt their status within the court but she didn't care. Why should she, her life wasn't the best, it was about time a life other than hers was.
She looked back at her father. He was so calm, she didn't know how he would feel once she left. She still cared for him, but she was so filled with spite and jealously that her kind heart was blinded. "Bye dad." she said simply, turning and returning to the den for the night.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 5:01 pm
Kubwa watched his younger daughter walk off, wishing there was something he could do or say to comfort her. But perhaps this rude awakening was what she needed. He couldn't change the pride's traditions, even if he wanted to. He believed in them, even if they seemed to be unfair.
He sighed. Omi reminded him so much of Jani, with her stubbornness. Mora, he knew, took more after him. It would be interesting to see how this whole affair played out, and yet he couldn't help but feel a certain sense of dread, as if something upsetting was going to happen. He shivered but pushed the feeling away.
"Good night, dear."
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