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 Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 12:16 pm
It was dark, it was cold and Kiburi was frightfully tired.
She had spent the day scouring the land for prey and had failed miserably. Any life had evaded her easily and her weakened body was so tired that there was no use trying to hunt anymore.
A kindly Firekin - yes apparently there was one - had offered to help her out, had promised he would do everything in his power to help her and Zenoni escape but...
But she didn't have much hope anymore.
Her body collapsed onto the floor of the den close to where Zenoni lay and it was here that she let fatigue sweep her off to a land of dreams
Though any dreams that wanted to reach her this night were torn apart by a God she had once called friend.
Once called Master.
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 12:31 pm
Baku had thought it high time that he finally visited his first little experiment. Kiburi had been left to the Firekin Pride for several moons now. Actually, Baku expected the little cub wasn't so little anymore which made it all the more wonderful thinking how much he probably ruined her life by bringing her here.
Soaring lazily over the Firekin lands, Baku looked down at the darkened dunes for his little toy but had a feeling he's find her not far from the annoying Finar-si. So taking great care, Baku landed quietly in the Firekin's den area.
"Curse them for having so many dens." He muttered to himsel fas he peered in cave after cave until finally spotting whom he wanted. With a smirk he stepped up towards the female who was quite a different feline than when he first met her. Her fur waqs far from the well-kept state it was and sand appeared to be stuck wherever it could get a hold. Not to mention she now sported scars that had certainly not been there when he had left her. Oh yes, this was a pleasurable sight to the growing God.
"Kiburi, my, my have you changed." He said, standing in front of her and looking down upon her fallen form.
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 2:31 am
Yes, Kiburi was no longer a perfect little Princess - as her father had called her - in fact she was anything but. She did everything she could to never set eyes on her reflection knowing just how badly her maw had been scarred. Two deep and still healing grooves ran down the side of her muzzle, the whiskers had been destroyed and it was healing somewhat badly due to the environment she was in.
She shifted slightly at the God's approach her eyes opening to pale blue slithers in her skull.
Then with a soft sigh she let her eyes fall closed again, too tired to even take a proper look at who had entered the den and spoken. It may as well have been the playful sound of wind the way her groggy mind ignored it.
She had never truly realised that it was in fact Master Baku who had set her up for this life, never realised that the God she had idolised had done nothing but set her up. She had been young and naive, too trusting of people but now that trait had been squashed.
Yet no matter how untrusting she was, Master Baku had been a friend before this slave incident and she was naive as ever when it came to him. For surely someone as lovely and helpful as him could never harm her. He had wanted her dream of being a rogue to come true and helped her make a decision. It wasn't his fault if she had ruined her own dream by walking into a territory she knew was dangerous.
And so she slept on, unknowing and oblivious to the goings on around her.
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