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 Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 11:52 am
Tropiki found himself wandering again. A strong wanderlust having took over his body shortly after he began recruiting people towards the depraved pride he had embodied in his head. He was not satisfied merely with being a king and having a mate. To be a king meant many a thing, and one to him was having his own little litter of b*****d children. Kingdom's never had a peaceful royal family, you see, and he didn't want one either. The more tension within his family, the more cards he had to play with. He liked having a stacked deck at his disposal.
"Oh glorious day, do the sun shine brightly. Kiss thy flowered children with thy luck and allow us to reap the hard workings of your blessed hands," Tropiki mused aloud to himself.
A minstrel did more than just sing. They were also expected to be a poet, sometimes a jester and at all times pleasing to the ears. Though back in his pride, Tropiki didn't need these skills, he still liked to practice them. If you don't use it, you lose it after all.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 8:31 am
Gutu had not been paying much attention to where she had been going at the moment. Her children were all but grown and her heart felt like it was being torn from her chest. Her babies had promised her that they would stay, but how could she believe that? Would they not want lives of their own? How would they raise a family if they still had their mother fawning over them, hunting for them, caring for them? She almost felt as if she had possibly doomed her children with her diligent care of them.
Dosari was the most grown of her children. Even as a cub he was so mature and looked out for her and everyone. Now as an adolescent it had been doubly so. He had even began traveling distances from her. The first time he did so she was certain he'd never return to her. She mourned him for days and nights, the rest of the children wondering if he was truly gone. It was after about a week that he returned, with presents for everyone. When Gutu asked him where he had gone, he said 'I was looking for a truth, but found instead a circumstance.'
"Far too old," She muttered under her breath to herself, not noticing the bright male lion who was strolling closer to her with each passing moment.
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