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 Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 4:54 pm
AIM RP Log; Kizamaji and Mtima'safi; Kizamaji and Wahabu
I have permission from DragonsRage24 to have her god, Katana'k, in the background as he is mentioned.
A distressed goddess was making what she assumed would be her last trip 'home'. The home she'd made after she'd left the pridal lands where she and her brothers had stayed, the home where her mortal family was and would soon be without her. Whatever confidence and pride she'd felt after her initial talk with Katana'k was forgotten, and she might not have gone on had she not known she'd just left him a short distance away to make sure she did. Mtima'safi had come to say goodbye, and her feet felt like rocks. She would talk to Kizamaji, but she could not face Wahabu. When she was near enough to the den to be heard, she simply stood silently, hesitantly. Several minutes passed before she finally called out.
"Kizamaji," she said, her voice not nearly loud enough to be heard at first, so she tried again, "Kiza-" Mtima did not look very happy, and as had become somewhat usual lately she had her wings in plain sight.
Kizamaji was lightly napping in the den, dreaming about wonderful things. He found himself hearing a familiar voice, and as it called to him, he was awoken from his slumber. Sitting up, he curiously looked around, until his named was spoken once more. Ah, the voice of his mate, Mtima! ... but, she didn't sound so happy, as the tone of her voice was quite apparent.
He stood up, and lightly padded out to greet the Goddess, although he was slightly shocked when he saw her wings out in the open. "... Mtima, whats wrong?" He came closer, confused on why she looked this way, and why she looked upset.
Mtima waited for Kizamaji, reluctant to call out yet again. She could claim he was not around if he did not wake up, but she was quite sure he was- and Katana'k was around to help her, to make sure she followed through. When her mate emerged from the den, Mtima froze and simply stared out at him silently. Even when he asked what was wrong, she found no reply right away. She looked at him and thought of when they'd met, thought of Kilango, and Wahabu and finally of the fate of all mortals. He would not always be as he was now, but she would, at least for considerably longer than he would be. She could not stand to even imagine it, and finally she turned her eyes away from him entirely.
"K-kiza, I can't stay," she said in a hushed voice.
Kizamaji bounded happily to her side, as she stood there, as what seemed like a loss of words. Confused, he waited to get a response from her. " ... ... Mtima?" He asked once more, but still recieved nothing.
After waiting a few minutes, she responded, and it wasn't in a tone or words he wanted to hear. Raising a brow, he tilted his head in confusion. "Why not? ... ... Mtima, you will always be able to stay." He smiled, and nodded. "Anyways, your my mate. ... your always welcome to stay. ... what has gotten into you lately, dear? I haven't seen much of you, and Wahabu was worried about you." His ears folded back, as he peered back up at the goddess.
Mtima did her best not to look back at Kiza, but it made talking to him that much more difficult. It was hard to look at him, but it was hard not to look at him and know that he was looking at her, and wondering why she was not looking at him. His words hurt her, for he did not seem to understand what she was saying, and the mention of Wahabu made it harder. She did not want to worry either of them, and she did not want to worry about them like she did- though she always would.
"N-no, Kiza, I'm not staying," she rephrased a bit, "I can't watch.."
She trailed off, glancing back at Kiza now.
Kizamaji, looked away from Mtima, worried. " ... why aren't you staying, Mtima? ... did I do something wrong?" He returned to look at her, a worried look in his eyes. Although he was smart, he truly did not understand why his mate was behaving like this, and referring to ... not staying so much. "What can't you watch? ... why are you acting like this?" He looked down, somewhat placing the pieces together. Was Mtima'safi going to leave him? He stared at the ground, and then shed a few tears.
"I'm ... confused, Mtima. Are you ... really not going to stay? Are you leaving me?"
Mtima bit her lip when Kiza asked a question she was afraid to answer. Why? They knew they would die, mortals knew that- she did not want to make them worry, and she did not want to be convinced that it did not matter. The vain part of the goddess did not want to be seen as selfish as she really was being. Selfishly leaving so she would not watch their lives fade, but Kilango had her convinced they could florish without her. Her daughter seemed to be better off, potentially dangerous pregnancy or not. She was silent again, looking away when she saw the tears in his eyes. This was the hard part, and she had to glance out to where she'd left the other god to make her go on, finalize what she'd been saying.
"It's nothing you've done, it's what I've done," she answered sadly, "You will be better off without me, I am leaving.."
Kizamaji lifted his head to look back up at Mtima, as she spoke the final words. "You have done nothing wrong, dear. This ... is the only thing you are doing wrong." He came closer towards the goddess, almost begging for her to stay. He leaned down, pleading. "... I am not better off without you. ... ... " He swallowed loudly, and then kept still. " ... ... Mtima, I ... I love you. ... so much. Why do you have to go?" As he raised his head back up, he leaned over to hug her tightly. "Please don't do this ... ..." He clung to her, crying more than he ever had in his entire life. His teardrops fell from his maw, and landed on her yellow fur, making small darker dots of wet fur on the goddess.
"No- no-" she murmured, telling herself not to be drawn in, not to give it. It would have been so easy, so much easier to just stay here with him. Mtima had to physically move herself away from Kizamaji as he cried, and it was the most painful thing she'd done yet that night. She did not return the affectionate actions, though it had been clear she was forcing herself not to. She took a couple steps backwards, looking almost as if she were about to flee right then.
"This is my fault," she repeated, and had to clear her throat. The sound alone seemed to help her, she couldn't turn back now, "You will be better off without me, you will get better. I can't- I won't stay. You- you and Wahabu, you should enjoy life with those who enjoy it the same way, for the same time.."
Ah, the truth came out- and she was about ready to turn and run.
"No, nothing is your fault, Mtima. ... ..." Kizamaji clung to the air, as Mtima backed up. He let go, and then stood back. He held his head down, and then gave up. "... ... Mtima, I don't know what this is about, but ... I won't fight with you. This ... is wrong. If you are leaving ... ... then I suppose this is a goodbye. Wahabu and Kilango will miss you a lot, as will I. Though, I cannot change the mind of a Goddess, mate or not. You have the authority over me. The immortality." He held himself back from saying anymore. He turned away, and then shed a few more tears before padding away a few more feet. He paused, to look back at her, once more. The one who kept him in one piece all this time, ended up breaking him apart.
"I will always love you forever, Mtima'safi ... ... no matter where fate takes you." His voice trailed off, as he disappeared into the darkness of the den.
Mtima watched Kizamaji carefully, and as he gave in she felt her heart breaking. She did not want to leave like this, did not want to have her immortality used against those she loved like that- but in the end, was that not what this was about? She was a goddess, they were mortals. Just mortals.. that was why she had to leave, and had to do it now. She was speechless, dumbfounded by his final words and sudden departure. A numbness came over her, she was really leaving now and all that was left was to turn around and go- but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the den, and there she stood for several moments more before she turned and fled in one great, forced motion.
Inside the den, Wahabu was sleeping lightly and uneasily. He'd heard something, something he knew did not involve him and had simply let himself drift back to sleep. So little time had passed, he had not had a chance to get far before his father came back in. He'd been dreaming of blue lions, and he wasn't sure if the dreams were visions or not-- he had very little skill in this now, but the seeming randomness of the dreams all pointed to potentially being visions. They'd been happening a lot more. His eyes cracked open when he heard footsteps coming in, but he couldn't see much beyond a blur.
Kizamaji came into the den silently and upset. He crept over to his son, and then laid down beside him, to gain some form of comfort. Atleast all his loved ones hadn't left him. He still had his one and only son! ... but, he still missed his daughter, very dearly. He simply laid there, head up, to keep a protectful watch on Wahabu. When he noticed he was awake, he held himself back a moment before breaking the news. " ... ... Wahabu. ... shes .. gone. Shes ... really gone this time." He clung to the yellow adolescent, as he forced him to sit up. "Your ... mother. Isn't coming back. ... ..." He took a good look at his son -- which held a striking resemblance to Mtima. And she expected him to forget about her? He couldn't forget her now. He had actual living proof of the Goddess, and of their time and life they spent together happily.
Wahabu was prepared to go back to sleep when his father came in and lay beside him, content not to be alone- despite the fact he was having these strange dreams about blue lions. Baba did not count, despite his blue fur. It was that simple. He was about ready to curl back up for sleep when suddenly he heard words, his name- and something that did not quite make sense in his half-sleep state. She was gone? Who was he talking about? What was going on? The adolescent blinked a couple times and lifted up his head to look at his father, his confusion painted clearly on his face.
"W-what?" he asked, tilting his head. Then he heard the words 'Your mother isn't coming back'- and his eyes widened and his whole body tensed. "What- why? What's going on?"
This was not a very nice trick to play!
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 4:45 pm
Kizamaji shuffled about, upset as Wahabu questioned what he told the little adolescent. He looked down, and then sighed. "She's really gone Wahabu. Mtima'safi has left us. She said she had some reason for leaving, but only gave me a few moments -- which left with no explaining. I'm ... just as confused as you are." He held onto Wahabu, the one son he could turn to, to comfort not only himself, but his own son as well.
... ... "I'll find a way, Wahabu. I don't want to leave you in the dark like this. We need to bring our family back together ... ... somehow."
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 4:57 pm
Wahabu just stared at his father in utter shock. He could hear the words, he could understand them individually, but he could not put them together where they made sense. Mama would not leave them, she would never do something like that. He started to shake, and clung back to his father desperately.
"B-but- She wouldn't.. she.." he trailed off, and then suddenly struggled to free himself from his father and the curled up position he was in. Baba had to be lying, it didn't make sense. It just didn't. Wahabu got to his feet and darted from the den to the outside. He stood there, squinting out at the distance, hoping to see something that wasn't there. There was just grass.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 5:02 pm
Kizamaji folded his ears back as he watched his only son question him. " ... ... i'm afraid so, son." His heart shattered, as the yellow adolescent fled from the den, searching for her. Nothing was found. He stood back up, and slowly trailed out to meet back up with him, only to look him in the eyes with his own, bloody squinted eyes. Tear marks stayed dark in his fur, as he sighed once more.
... ... "I'm sorry ... Wahabu."
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 5:11 pm
Wahabu's ears fell back against his head, and his eyes teared up. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head- he would not be able to see if he started to cry, so he would not do that. He tried to ignore what his father said, tried to look for whatever he was missing, waiting for his mother to pop out and say they were just kidding.
None of that came. So the sad adolescent looked over to his father, "We can't let her leave, she can't do that! We have to go look for her." He didn't want to just do nothing, it didn't matter how little sense it made to try to track a goddess.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 4:47 pm
Kizamaji approached his son once more, a frown kept on his maw. He truly hated seeing Wahabu so upset like this, on something he could not control. The blue lion continued to stand beside the adolescent, as his view returned to the ground below. His heart had been broken, but it hurt even worse because he told his son. He knew how much Wahabu loved his mother, and he hated to take that away from him.
He placed his paw on top of Habu's paws, and then looked back up into his bi-coloured eyes. "I wish there was something we could do, son. Unfortunately, your mother is a Goddess. She is most likely long gone by now. ... ... I just hate to see you upset like this." The last time Kiza recalled Wahabu crying was when Kilango had purposely attacked him. After Kilango left, their little world slowly started falling apart, piece by piece.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 6:58 pm
Wahabu did not want to hear what his father said, he did not want to admit it. He knew that she was a goddess, and that she could have flown anywhere by now. Mtima'safi had taken him flying once, he knew how quickly they'd gotten from the Pridelands to that strange Jungle and how long it would have taken on foot.
"But," he started, looking down at his father's paw, "Why would she leave us?" His voice sounded as heartbroken as he felt. Wahabu had not had much trouble when Kilango left, he'd been relieved, though he knew it'd been hard on his parents. This was not the same for him, but he realized that it must be for his father. He couldn't stifle a whimper when he turned and buried his face in his father's mane, seeking comfort himself but also trying to offer some.
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