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 Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 8:34 am
RP between Akida's and their heirs.
Desc soon.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:10 pm
The entrance to the Shadow's Hearth was marked by a tree stump large enough for an adult lion to sit upon it, and so old no pride history spoke of it's origin. At this stump Warithi awaited his son, an uneasiness settled on his slumped shoulders. The day had come to introduce his only son to that place of debate, death, and thought.
It was said to be a meeting place with the goddess, the shadows she sent forth into the mortal realm dancing all around it's borders, their jigs set off by any small change in the wind, the sun's movement across the sky, nigh on any change in the environment.
It seemed a shame to interrupt Jicho's childhood with the truth of what was expected of him due to his lineage, the expectations that would mark his life to come.
With these thoughts, Warithi waited.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:25 pm
The little juvenile heir was clueless as to what his father had waiting for him. Instead, he let himself carelessly run to where his father was. He gave him a breif description of where he would be waiting, and the little black child was eager to find his father, to spend time with him like he usually did with his mother.
Jicho skidded to a halt once he saw his father's coat. There he was! He continued towards his destination, only taking an easy walking pace instead of a run. He wanted to look like he took some time in getting there, though it would be a little hard to hide a few sweat streaks that lined the cub's legs.
"Hi, Father." He said, slowly learning to drop the 'Papa' that only cubs used. He was growing up, and wanted to prove so. He padded up to his father, and took a quick break in front of him, seated, looking up with his pale-silver eyes.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 4:40 pm
A smile spread over the adult's maw as his son and heir came into view, that black pelt, marked as it was with the purple snake not yet explained. The greeting spread that expression a little further, joy of fatherhood still fresh, despite the fact his cubs were cubs no longer.
"Good day, my son."
Those brown eyes flickered for a moment into the realm into which they were to enter, tinged with a little sadness, yet much pride. Now the lessons would begin, and Jicho would begin to learn the way to rule the Mteo'nyungu, fairly and justly.
With a nod to the dark-pelted juvenile, he paced past the tree stump, into the lands fobidden to the rest of their pride.
"Where we go today you must take none but your son one day, Jicho. It is sacred land, blessed by the goddess herself, and where I will one day go for my last journey, and yourself, in good time. The blood-letting of the Akida must be witnessed by none, and must be done out of the path of the Shadow's Hearth, where only Kita'mauti knows souls tread."
These facts were common pridal knowledge, but like his father before him, Warithi told the ancient tale.
"One day you will rule, Jicho, and you must learn how. Here, in these lands of the goddess, you will learn our history, and how to make our future."
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