Mkali always wondered why his parents were never around. He wondered if they ever loved him. He didn’t even have a name for the longest time. It wasn’t till he was a juvinile till some one named him. The stranger took one look at him and was scared for his life. That’s how he got his name, the stranger called him the Mkali'Shetani which he came to find out later that it meant blue devil. He was labled because of the way he looked, he was quite largely built and bright, but his on feature that scared most were his abnormally long fangs.
He wasn’t always the lion he is now, but as far as he could remember her was. The lion blocked all of his pre-juve hood memories about his life and now it really doesn’t exist to him. He met a young adolescent male who took him under his wing, it was the first someone seemed generally interested in his well being. Naturally he went with him the male told him something that has stuck with him for as long as he knows. He said “If you want something you have to take it. No one will just hand it over.” As a juve it made a lasting impression on him.
Basic rules he would have never know that he taught kal. One, do what you want when you want and let no one stop you. Two love and trust no one it will be your demise. Three never stay in one place long, traitors will come after you. Four never show fear, it will get you killed. They were many more miscellaneous rules some about never swim after eating and the minor stuff that didn’t really matter. His mentor called him the YOU rules because all of the rules are focus on him. You and you alone that’s all that matters in the word.
He would see how the male acted tough so he would get what he wanted and he would always get his way and if he didn’t them he would fight and take it. He ended up staying with the male till one day the male he came to know as a mentor was attacked by a pack of hyenas. Kal attacked and killed them but he wasn’t in time to save his mentor. To this day he can’t stand hyenas, if it was up to him he would kill off each and every one, on at a time making sure they suffered like his mentor, the only one who took him in when he had no where else to go and when no one else would take him in.
Now a days the massively neon blue male spends his days wondering around the rogue lands picking up whatever ladies he could easily use to his enjoyment. He just wanted to be with as many women as possible it was really any males dreams, unless they weren’t in the ladies or they were all into that family what not. That was all the crazies though.
Lately however many of the women have been getting away from him, he began to wonder if he was in a slump of some sort, it was mind boggling. He has gotten a few many who have been dim witted enough to not be able to see past his facetious moral.
However his most recent strand of female has been the ‘self-spoken’ types. He disliked them, they were always so much more reluctant then others. If he couldn’t get them the first day he would just give up and try to find another female.
Tales of the female hunt:
First Rejection: Today Kali was wondering throughout the rogue lands and came across a beige female, one of the most beautiful he ever met, but she enraged him. How? By rejecting him! He had never been rejected before, she was lucky that he let her go; he never should have done that. But he swore that one day he would met her again and he was positive.
Fifth Female: Rejected by my second female, what is wrong she actually tried to attack me? Got me good on my neck, lucky for her she was a fast runner and got away before he could attack back.
Runi: It has been a few moons since the neon blue lion met the dumb but gorgeous female in the rouge lands. He was the one to hunt for them both since he didn’t quite trust Runi to catch something for the both of them. Well something suitable. However he would never say she couldn’t hunt, he would simply just say stuff like “But you to beautiful to get your paws dirty my beauty” or he would just go hunt before the sun rose and she would wake; much like today.
Kali had just returned from the rouge lands dragging the limp gazelle he had clasped him his mouth, he canine teeth dug into the neck of the creature. It was barely dawn as the sun was just rising as he dropped the gazelle onto the hard dirt if the den.
Personally he didn’t like to share his food but to keep up his ‘appearance’ as a mate he thought it would be the most logical option. Besides as long as he did what Runi liked he would continue to get what he liked.
Mazhira: He had been spending much time with a very dark black pelted lion. Surprisingly she had begun to capture his heart. She too had a bit of neon markings upon her. She didn’t utter a word witch at first was rather odd but he came to realize she COULDN’T talk. So he was fascinated with her.
Kali was still with Mazhira falling more and more under her spell the longer he spent with her, he no longer was after just another fling, his heart was telling him he wanted something more.
But after all these years and after what his mentor said could he really still follow what his mentor said. He was in conflict with his heart and with what he was taught. If I found the one I really want to be with then would I really be his demise.
