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 Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 11:08 am
His mother was dead. DEAD. He barely even understood what the term meant. All he knew was that he would never see her again. Never. It was as if she'd never existed, ceased to be, as if she'd been written out of his life. And it wasn't fair! He loved his mother more than anything. She was the only mother he'd had, the only one he'd ever had and now that was snatched away from him. All he knew was that he'd kill the one responsible for it. He'd kill them.
And not only had he lost his mother, he'd alsolost his youngest brother. Little Runt, little Fry. The golden cub had been a timid little creature. How on earth was he going to survive out here in upper world when he couldn't even take care of himself? Rap missed him but he was gone too. He might even be dead.
He didn't understand it. Any of it.
So, now he was stalking away from his den, moving towards a group of jagged rocks where he liked to go to be alone. Then, once there, he savaged the sand, raking it up with his claws and tossing it up into the air, his little snarls and growls vivid in the otherwise peaceful aura of the day.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 11:20 am
Badieh was tiny, tiny when comapred to those that were older and even growing faster than her. She was upset, angered, infuriated as well because of a stupid dream she had had the night previous, because of her pelt, a fellow member had attacked her in the night because they could not see the red mark on her arm that was of her family's heritage, a stupid dream, stupid, and it angered her beyond belief. It seemed like anger and distate was something fluttering constantly through the air as of late, and she wondered why. Badieh was close to her father, but distant otherwise, usually, but still, she wanted attention, not only from her father, a lot from her father, but others, and no one seemed to care or understand how she felt.
She was proud, of her family, her blood in her veins, her family history, she was proud of her mark, but she was also angry that she was not as bright as her siblings, did not have a lot of the firekin red that were on so many others pelts, it upset her, and she wasn't sure why, if anyone, would understand her. She didn't like crying, didn't like the thought of it, but when her dreams upset her, adn she could not forget them, she was usually on the brink of tears, bu she wouldn't let them fall. No, she was stronger than that, so much stronger, and crying, it hurt her, hurt her eyes and hurt her pride.
Blindly, fueled by anger in her being, she headed towards jagged rocks, heart bent on sliding her claws against the stone, in a vain attempt of soothing her heart and mind.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 11:26 am
Rap didn't notice much. He was absorbed in his own little world and this seclusion had grown worse as the days past. His claws hit a rock in the sand, splitting it and drawing blood. With a yelp he recoiled from the grooves he had made in the sand, lifting the injured paw to nose at it curiously.
Pain. Physical pain. It was better than mental pain, in any case. But this was bad, it hurt worse than when his chubby sisters stepped on him in the den. He waved it a moment then set it tenderly onto the gold. Oh, get over it, he thought angrily.
His eyes sought the rock hidden in the sand and found it, brown and dull in the otherwise shining landscape. He'd pull it out and throw it, smash it, break it! Or he'd try to, at least.
With a snarl, he pounced on the rock, fixing his teeth around it and tugging fiercely. It came away with relative ease and he stumbled backwards, letting it drop with a dull thud at his forepaws. Then, with a growl he picked it up again and jerked his head sideways, letting the rock arch through the air. He watched it go up and then dissapear behind the jagged rocks he had been hiding amongst.
"Serves it right..." He mumbled angrily, lifting his injured paw again.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 11:32 am
Badieh wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, she was only focused on her anger and where she was heading, jagged rocks, but as her mind rambled, she became angrier, and in one moment, her thoughts were cut short when a rock connected with the side of her skull. She remembered seeing something from the corner of her eyes, something brown, maybe gray, all she could emit from her throat was a snarl, almost a roar but it was cut short by the connection of the stone to her temple, and she felt herself falling, watched herself, in slow motion, eyes on the jagged rocks. She couldn't hear anything, only watch as everything tumbled around her and swirled into blackness, and she thought she heard a voice-
serves it right
-why, what had she done to deserve this?
Pain, in her skull, and blackness, she couldn't see, or open her eyes yet, she moaned somewhat, she thought, although she wasn't sure if it was audible, she tried to speak, but only moans and growls and snarls mixed together in an odd noise. Father she was trying to say, but she couldn't get it to sound right, and her head was aching.
Father...help...it hurts...
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 11:39 am
The juvenile was just settling onto his belly to pick at his split, bleeding claw when he heard the sounds of growls and grumbles. His ears sat bolt upright and for a moment he was very, very still, his body tense and rigid. What was that sound? Wait...was it? No, it couldn't be...could it?
Rap stood again, set his tender paw to the ground and glanced in the direction he had cast the stone. "Dammit." If those grumbles were coming from an angry lion that had just been struck by a rock then he was in big, BIG trouble. He was torn, now. Should he go and look and see if he had hit anyone? Should he risk being clobbered? Or should he just sneak off and hope that whoever had been hit wasn't hurt too bad.
Oh, to hell with it. He had to go and check, else he might get in even bigger trouble!
So, with an angry swagger, he moved around the jagged rocks and searched the sand. She wasn't hard to miss, her fur dark against the gold. A cub, smaller than him, perhaps similar in size to Runty. She was lying on the sand, knocked out? Angry? Badly hurt? Rap didn't want to make any guesses. His heart was racing now and it took him a moment to force himself to advance.
"Dammit." He growled again, raising his voice. "Hey, you there, you alright? Oi!" And by now he was coming up to her side, craning his neck to try and see where she'd been hit. "Woah...are you alright?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 11:44 am
If not for her size one might believe she was newly born, unable to speak, open her eyes, btu she heard a voice again, though it rumbled and rang in different tones. She tried moving her head, but it hurt, adn she thought she could feel something wet by her ear that was folded against her skull. Blood, was she bleeding? She tried to move again, and her skull ached. reaching a paw up clumsily she touched the side of her head, and blood touched her toes, she could feel it, warm and cold, and she shuddered and tried to move again.
That voice though, it was hear, and she tried to reach out for whoever it was, was it her father, daddy, had he come to her already? Her eyes flickered open, crimson squinting to see in the brightness and she saw red, but whoever it was was smaller than her father, and she wondered who had come, had her father sent them first?
She tried to reach out and touch whoever it was, vision slightly blurred, blood on her paw, but her eyes shined from tears, and she refused to let them fall, no, she was strong, she was Safi, she was Badieh, "Hruurts," she slurred, and lapped her lips, her throat felt dry, "Whor you?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 11:49 am
He blinked, sitting back on his haunches and watching over her as she tried to move. Then she was touching at her face, no, the side of her head and he scented the air. Blood. Oh crap. He was really in trouble now. All the anger he had been feeling drained away in an instant, replaced by regret. He hadn't known she was there! He hadn't known! But that didn't account for why he'd flung a stone in the first place...
It was good aim though, if he thought about it. No. Bad aim. Very bad aim, he corrected himself quickly.
Her eyes opened and she seemed to be looking at him, though perhaps unable to see him properly. Damn, that wasn't good either, was it?
"Wow, I'm sorry." And he actually meant it for a change. He meant it because he felt guilty and also because she reminded him a little of his lost brother. Small, vulnerable...
...lost.
He pushed the thought away.
"Uh...I'm Rap. Should you be talking? You got hit in the head pretty bad there. Maybe you should stay lying down. Gee...you ain't gonna tell your folks, are yah?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 12:01 pm
Sorry she heard that, and her mind felt a buzzing and a ring in her ears, but it got quieter, and she blinked her eyes again, flicking her tail, she could feel herself a little bit mre, if that made sense, the tears in her eyes stinging, but she bit her lip, and gave a snarl in her throat, she seemed to be struggling, but against tears, not the pain now. It still ached, but not as severe as when it first happened. She tried to sit up, but felt dizzy, and laid back down again, looking up at this...Rap, who was Rap? She didn't know a Rap, had her father sent him?
"Did my Father send you? What did you do?" she asked in succession, mind running fast, trying to make sense of things, he said sorry, and her eyes closed and opened again, almost sleepily, "You threw it..." she said aloud, "But..I don't think you...did it on purpose, I don't..know you..." Badieh said struggling to keep her voice, her throat was so dry.
"Why did you do it, throw it...in the first..place?" she questioned, wanting to know why she had to have been walking by at that moment.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 12:11 pm
Was she getting better? Maybe? Boy, Rap sure hoped so. Even still, maybe if she kept talking she'd come out of this daze. Yeah, that'd work!
He shook his head. "Na-uh, I dunno who your dad is, girlie. Probably best it stays that way, too. He probably wouldn't be too..." He trailed off as she realised what he had done. Oh crap, maybe he should have pretended like he was an innocent bystander come to her rescue. Well, it was too late now. He had to face the consequences. "Yeah, an accident. Threw it...kinda went too high. You know how it is." He pretended to shrug it off. "And no, you don't know me. I don't know you either. But you're a Safi, right? A firekin? You look like one, in any case, and you wouldn't be all the way out here if you weren't. Anyway, what I'm saying is, we're both on the same pride, no hard feelings, yeah?"
Smooth.
"Oh. Um. Angry. It hurt my claw so I taught it a lesson." He lifted his paw as if to prove it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 12:20 pm
"You shouldn't have done it anyway, stupid move," Badieh said, venom in her voice, "Yes I AM Safi," Badieh said with anger in her voice, she raised her foreleg that had her red marking on it, as if to prove her worth to him, "This is the marking of my family, my Father is of pure firekin blood, do not dare doubt my being here, or my Father will know what you did, accident or not," she said with a snarl, narrowing her eyes, pulling herself to sit up. "I hate it when others speculate I'm not of this pride because of my pelt color, I carry the mark of my family, and I wear it proudly, just because I'm not as bright as you, doesn't mean I don't belong here," she said matter of factly, tears gone, willed to never return.
"You obvously had to be angry at something to throw a rock that large, not just because of the claw, because that is a stupid excuse for a firekin, there had to be something else that fueled the fire of your hate," Badieh spit from her mouth to the side, wiping her maw she watched him, "Whatever it is, don't take it out on rocks, wait for the time where you can use it against the Rebels, they deserve all the hate and fire they get," flicking her tail she glared towards hte rebels borders, and raised herself to stand, wobbling slightly so..
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 12:31 pm
He bounced backwards at her sudden change in manner. The shift from dazed little vulnerable cub to raging little spitfire. Well she certainly was a Safi with a temper like that! He grinned, despite himself. "Okay, okay, Safi-girl, calm yourself down a minute there. I didn't mean to say you weren't from this pride. Just pointing out we're the same and that's the reason I wouldn't mean to hurt you." He waved a paw as if to calm her.
"Hey, I've got dark family members too, and if you look closely I'm not all that red. Certainly not red like the colour on your mark." No. He was fiery bright but he was far more orange than red.
Her next words stifled him and he fell silent, a mixture of emotion swirling in him. "Rebels?" The word felt foreign. He didn't like saying it. "Why do they deserve it? Who are they? Bad lions?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 1:02 pm
"You don't know who they are?" Badieh asked with a shocked expression, and a slightly disgusted one as well. "You, a son of the firekin true blood Safi don't know who they are? You don't know the ones that forced us from where we originally resided, made us leave where we are supposed to be, some some bunch of rogues and traitors who are mixing into pure firekin blood, huh," she flicked her tail, forced herself to stand and gave a slight glare to him.
"How can you be angry at anything else when there are rogues amongst the rebels that come in from the desert mixing with the pure blood and making it muddled, rogues, rogues! Rogues who you can't trust or could turn on you and kill yo, could lie, take what is rightly true to the Safi, you need to know these things Rap, huh" she huffed and took a few steps, and wobbled.
"I'm going to make them pay someday, you'll see, I'll make it so we can go back to our rightful home, so my father can be on the soil that our family name dwells within, you'll see, they'll all see."
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 1:37 pm
Rap steeled himself for the worst and got it. So that was what those Rebels were up to? He didn't care much for the lands they were on. He'd never known them and as far as he was concerned this place was home. In fact, listening to this girl, the only thing that really struck a chord was a single word.
Rogue.
He remembered what had been said that day he'd been told that his mother wasn't ever coming back. Rogues killed her. Rogues. His heart filled with fear and dread and anger and grief and it swelled in his chest and choked him. He tried to draw breath and it rasped noisily in his throat.
Then finally the word came. "Rogues. Rogues are with the Rebels?" He tried to come to terms with this. He didn't even know what rogues were, only that one of them had taken his mother and brother away. As far as he was concerned, these rogues could be he very same one from these Rebels.
There was so much he hadn't understood.
His mother had never fed any of that traditionalist stuff to him and he'd been kept sheltered from the outside until only very recently. This girl might have been smaller but she knew far more than he did.
"Where are they? Close by?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 1:44 pm
"very close, you could walk there, but I wouldn't do it now, too small,w e both are, I'm going to go over when I'm larger, and then my plans will take place, they'll regret what they did, what they took, what they are doing by making the firekin blood get muddled and go thin in the veins of would-be warriors but now will only be mongrels," she hated, and fire was in her veins, she would get there, her plans would happen, and she would make her father proud of her.
"Rogues, rogues with true firekin, the reason why I don't know, it makes no sense at all," she said with a snarl, she shook her head, felt woozy, and wanted to lay next to her father in the sand, "I'll make my father proud, and you'll see, we'll be back on the sand that is truly ours, not theirs," she said with a spat.
"If you venture close, be wary, I wouldn't trust them, any of them, traitors and mongrels I tell you, in time, our time will come to take back what is ours, and at that time you'll have a choice to fight, or stay here where they forced us to go," she shifted herself, and looked to Rap, "I'm going to go find my father, if he asks me what happened, I'll tell him, but I won't get you in trouble, I promise," Badieh said with a nod.
Safi had to stick together, even through stupid mistakes.
"Be careful next time you get angry, save it, for the rebels and those rogues," she flicked her tail and slowly started walking towards where she believed her father was, an ache in her head, she just wanted to curl up next to him, and feel safe and loved.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 1:54 pm
Rap watched her go, forgetting to ask her name, forgetting to ask who her parents were. He watched her dark form dissapear and hoped that she was right. That her father wouldn't be mad at him for hurting her. There was a lot of anger caught up in her frame, a different anger from that which he held. It was anger taught, anger passed down. That meant her parents were the same which wouldn't bode well for him if...
But those thoughts were lost under this new realisation/
Rebels and rogues working alongside one another, traitor firekin and rogues. Rogues had killed his mother, maybe the same rogues as with these traitors. If that was the case then he had reason to fight them, too. A different reason from the girl, but an equally strong one.
He couldn't quite get that thought out of his mind.
His mother's murderers lingering close by.
He stood and headed back to the den, limping very slightly from the split claw being bitten by sand.
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