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 Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 9:53 am
It wasn't the landform, nor the pride that inhabited it, that tugged at the heartstrings of the jaded lioness. It was the thought that here is were she'd left her precious sons, four small beings, to chaise after the one that had been stolen. Part of her regreted it, but she knew it had been her only choice. Fate, Destiny, Luck... whatever one wanted to call it. She'd -had- to leave, there was no doubt in her mind. But, now she was back, and she wanted to see her children. Wanted to reassure herself that they were okay, and maybe... just maybe, appologize for leaving them behind.
A black-tipped tail flicked gently, and she dropped her eyes to look around for any pridemembers. One of them would be sure to know where her sons were today. They must have grown a good deal in her abscence... she wondered if she'd even reconize them now, or if they would reconize her.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 8:30 pm
Pausing, the cub-ish male flickered his ears and shook his mane, the heat of the day having gotten to him during his scout across the borders. While he had wandered, he thought about the family that left him behind, always wishing he would catch sight of them on their way home. The ironic thing however, was during his scout the mother he missed the most had returned, and he had been along the other side of the borders and missed her completely.
So, as he padded towards the large rock, he had little clue that fate's games were moving him to the one he thought of most. In all actuality, as he neared the steps, he missed her form completely, not even noticing the bright red pelt along his path as he paused near the waters. It was a silent debate if he really wanted a drink, or simply wanted to go see who was around to talk and possibly play with. While he grew up on the outside, Mastema would always be that same cute cub at heart.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 9:53 am
Rounded ears perked as Kiuma lifted her head, hearing a large creature moving nearby. Red eyes came to rest on the tan form, but at first she didn't reconize him. Her first thought was that he was one of the new pridemembers, a rogue come to join. At least he looked like he could fit in here, with his soft coloring.
There was something familiar about him though, something she couldn't place, and Kiuma frowned as she studied him. A growl rolled in the back of her throat, just under hearing, and she took a step towards him. Her tail swung behind her, uneasy and restless.
"Hey! Who are you?" She called out to him as she raised her head, voice firm and a little sharp. She was getting a bad feeling... a feeling that she had missed out on more than she'd thought, and there was no way she could ever get it back.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 6:44 am
Having decided that he might as well get a drink, considering the heat of the day and how long he had been traveling, Mastema paused in his steps right as Kiuma let out the growl. Confused, he looked both ways in wonder, questioning if it was directed towards him, before fully turning at her calling. The voice was painfully familiar, one that he had dreamed about over and over again during his adventures. Always dreaming of traveling with his mother to the unknown lands, he felt he could recognize the voice anywhere.
And so he fully turned, his green eyes probing as his mane brushed across the mark of his family, a trait he found in no other he encountered. Blinking a moment, his maw clamped tightly shut while he looked across her brilliant red pelt, surprise crossing the emerald depths as he felt his legs quivering. Shaking his head, he tried to turn his focus elsewhere and worked on answering her question instead.
"I am Mastema, a scout of the Pridelands..." Waiting, he simply held his breath, unsure if to continue and ask if she was the one he dreamed about, the one he loved.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 8:04 am
"M-Mastema..."
Her voice was like the sound of a heart breaking, and for a long moment, the red lioness could only stare, frozen in place. He'd grown so much... that chubby little cub had grown into a big lion, all in the space of time from her leaving to her returning. Sweet Circle, it turns so fast...
"Son... its been a long time." She said softly as her body slid into motion again, her cream-tipped paws carrying her towards her child like iron to a magnet. "You've... grown." Kiuma didn't know what else to say. There was so much inside her, and no way to put it into words to communicate it to him. Regret, anguish, loss, anger, fear, hate, love... yes, even love she felt right now. Love for the child of her body, something she'd always felt but neve really admitted to herself. He'd been such a weakling... still could be, but her reasons seemed pale and silly right now.
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