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 Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 12:17 pm
This was it.
The end.
He wasn't particularly upset at this. In fact he'd been anticipating it, waiting for it with an odd kind of eagerness. He'd been worried about this moment and yet excited, too. He thought of Rowtag's last words to him.
Stay close. When it is time, I will call you.
He wasn't sure if he could trust the boy. He didn't like him one little bit. And yet they shared the same goal - for now, at least. So long as that was the case, he'd stick around.
However, whilst he fully intended to linger here a while longer, he hadn't had any conversations with the rest of his family on what they were planning to do. He guessed they would be going out into the world, leaving this desert behind them.
In any case, time was out, he needed to ask now. "Dad?" He was moving back home, swiftly across the sand. "Dad? You here?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 12:27 pm
Tan and orange paws stepped out of the den and into the sunlight. The black-maned lion had been bedraggled lately, not quite himself. Quiet... Depressed, even. Ripuka's death had weighed down greatly on him, bringing his mood to the ground. If anything would cheer him up, he knew not what it was.
As he scanned the sands, his eyes fell on the bright, orange coat of one of his sons. The male smiled, going over. "Yes, Rap...? What is it?" As he looked at the young Firekin, he felt pride deep in his chest. His children, they were growing up to be fine lions. How well would they grow, though, with the core of the pride's beliefs disregarded as they seemed to be?
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 12:33 pm
Rap hadn't noticed much of the emotions of his famiy, too wrapped up in his own anger. Anger born from the grief at the loss of his mother. Perhaps one day - when the anger had faded - he could grieve properly; with tears and sadness. But he couldn't put aside his anger until he knew the truth of what had happened that day. And truth be told, that might never happen.
"What do you reckon about all of this, dad? All this stuff about Finar-Si talking to the queen and sending us out into the world."
He sat in the sand, hunched his shoulders and lifted his fiery eyes up to his father's face.
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 12:54 pm
Looking at his son, Makaa sat down, sighing. "I think... That it's for the best... At least, for now. Those who decide to go to the other side... Who knows what they'll do. Those of us who choose to go out into the rogue lands... We can stick together, travel together... And return one day to reclaim what's ours..." He shook his head, mane covering his face for a moment. "No... Reclaim what's yours, your birth-right... The lands that are yours.. Your brothers' and sisters' land... Nieces and nephews.."
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 12:58 pm
His father still had hope then? Maybe being older gave you more hope, made the future look a little bit brighter. Or maybe Rap wasn't much for believing in hope - or miracles, for that matter. He huffed and wiped a paw across his snout.
"I don't want those stinking lands, Pap'. We're still Firekin no matter where we're go. It's in our blood, not in the sands. It ain't the sand that makes us who we are. Maybe that's what Finar-Si finally figured. Or maybe she's just playing games with us. Either way, I ain't going to live in those lands, even if the Simo rolled over and admitted defeat."
He stood and paced a few steps. "Dad, if you're going...you know, out there. Where are you going? Someplace easy to find?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:28 am
The adult chuckled, amused by his son. "You curse the lands of your forefathers so quickly, Rap..." He looked up at the sky a moment, then back to the fiery orange youth. "The desert will always be in our blood. It's part of us, as the grasslands are in the blood of the Pridelanders, the jungle in the blood of the Mistweavers... No matter where you go, it will always be there, in you."
Closing his eyes, Makaa thought about Rap's question. "I'm... Not sure... Maybe I'll go find the oasis I was born at... It's far from here, to the south and west..." Opening his eyes, he smiled at Rap. "If you ever go out there, into the world beyond this desert... You should find it. I remember it like I was there yesterday... It was simply... Beautiful... The way the moon and the sun reflected off the cluster of trees..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 8:04 am
He shrugged, feeling bad that he felt nothing for this land. Nothing at all. It had brought him nothing but pain. The loss of a pride, the division of his family and, of course, the loss of his mother. He wanted to put all that behind him and move on.
But he couldn't. Not yet.
"Yes, Father." He replied, turning his fiery-eyed gaze back at him. "Oasis?" He nodded. "I'll find it, Father. This goodbye...it isn't forever. We'll all be together again someday." He glanced away. "I wish I could come with you but...but there's something I need to do first."
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