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Things couldn’t have been more difficult. The storm had washed away the scents of her home, and she was stranded. She was lost, and with no way to be lead home, th e female was vulnerable to the elements. Bahari was a simple female, having only wanted to live a good happy life in her pride. However the storms had nearly torn her pride to bits, and here she was trying to scramble to get back to them. Her eyes were panicked as she gazed across the blue sky. It was odd how the sky could be so violent and angry one day, and then the very next it would be blue and welcoming. She hated that about the weather. She hated how unpredictable it was. She frowned, unhappy with the idea of being lost, and most unhappy with the idea of being separated from her family. But her stomach was growling, and she needed to start thinking about survival more than she needed to think about how much she missed what had once been.
Her nose scented the creature not far from where she was. The wind had blown its scent right up into her nostrils, and she knew the smell. Zebra. It was a difficult task for a lioness on her own, to take down a zebra. But it could be done.. and without risks she was likely to go hungry and that just wasn’t going to work for her. So the blue lioness crouched down to the earth, slowly making her way through the savannah grasses. She could smell the scent getting closer, and she knew if she could just make it over this large rock that was in front of her, she would be able to get at the meal that awaited her to take it down. However with a change in the winds, the female stopped. She knew that smell meant calves, and with calves came very angry, very protective mothers. She didn’t much mind though, so long as it meant food. Hell sometimes the food was even easier when they were young.. She just prayed the mother was no where around so it could be a quick and smooth kill. She longed for an easy meal so she could fill her belly and call it an evening. But she should have known better. She made her way around the large boulder, and was pleased to see the zebra calf lying in the grass. She could easily make it out because the grasses around it were amber colored and dried out from the sun that beamed down upon them. She was like a sore thumb, sticking out of the grass and beckoning the lioness closer for a quick meal. She smiled, her eyes narrowing. She felt bad for the little calf but she felt more for her own survival than the baby before her. With one solid leap, she grabbed the calf in her claws and pinned her to the earth. It let out a gut wrenching cry, beckoning for its mother.. Begging to be saved. Her maw quickly closed over the calf’s throat and she felt the lifeblood of the creature drain out into her mouth. She tightened her jaws at the coppery taste of blood and then gave a few more shakes of her head to make sure the creature was dead. She didn’t want it to suffer, but it was going to be hers. When she felt that the zebra was dead, she began dragging it back to the other side of the boulder where she felt safer, away from the open lands that could lay claim to her life. The blood of the animal matted the fur around her maw and she began licking her lips in an attempt to taste it completely. Once she felt that she was ready, she leaned in and began tearing into the zebra calfs small body. Ripping the flesh from bone and swallowing without much chewing. She was proud of he rmeal, it was a damn good one and would satisfy her belly for a good few evenings.
But her tearing into the carcass had left her uncaring to the world around her. And when her purple eyes ticked up, she saw the mother zebra there, fury on her features. She lashed out at Bahari, kicking and flailing her head around in an attempt to scare off the lioness. Bahari wasn’t sure if she knew her baby was already long dead, or if she was making a bid in an effort to save the youngsters life. But she assumed the female could smell the blood, just as she could. It was a thick, tangy smell that clung to her nostrils, and matted the fur on Bahari. One kick landed on her back, and the young lioness was forced to release her kill and cry out in pain. She backed away, obviously not wanting to tangle with the zebra, but the zebra wasn’t done yet. Her calf was dead and she wasn’t going to leave until the lioness was too. Brave zebra that she was, Bahari knew a full grown zebra was harder to take down. She gulped, and did her best to survive. With a lunge at the mother, she found her claws tearing at her shoulders and back, trying anything to take the larger animal to the ground. Once she managed to get her down everything would be easier and she would be done for. Bahari was quick enough to get her in her jaws if she needed to. She roared her anger, growling and snarling like any angry cat would. The zebras sounds and cries of pain clung to her ears, and sh e pinned them back, biting onto the back of the neck in a desperate attempt to not let the creature go.
But with one well placed buck, the lioness found her grip loosened, and she fell to the floor. With a groan, she peered up, only to see a black hoof aiming directly for her head. It was too late, she was unable to move in time and the kick hit her, knocking her out cold.
Hours later, the female woke to a stunned feeling in her head, and the blood still coppery on her tongue. But one thing was wrong..
“Where am I?...WHO am I?” She asked.
