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Post by Indigo<3 on Feb 9, 2010 21:29:21 GMT -5
Her posture was about the only thing that had not been affected by the recent turn of events. She still managed to walk with her head held high and proud, even if she felt sick inside. With everything being stripped away the lioness was left with little to hold onto. This was why she held onto her pride and position now more than ever. It was all she had. However, on this day the noble matriarch of the pride lands was attempting to grieve. Since the untimely deaths of her beloved mate and son, she had no time to herself. The new King was constantly keeping her busy was tedious tasks, and on top of that she had to reassure the other lionesses that things were okay. Who was going to reassure her? Casting her beautiful eyes to the darkening sky she quietly left the den where most of the pride slept. There was no desire to rest right now, and she wasn’t about to have a break down in a crowded den. With each step her heart felt heavier and the tears came ever closer to the surface. The dusky lioness had a destination in mind, the gorge.
That’s right. She was going to venture down into the gorge where her dead beloved’s body still lay. Unsheathing her claws she slowly made her way down the steep side of the canyon, her body beginning to tremble slightly as she reached rock bottom. The thick smell of dust made her nostrils wrinkle, but she didn’t sneeze. Large paws carried her towards the fallen tree and the place where her mate rested. As her eyes landed on his once magnificent form, she felt and heard the first sob escape her throat. The loudness of it scared her for a second, but soon she was overcome by grief.
With shaky paws the former Queen came to stop right before his broken body. Her eyes going wide at the sight of his death scene. Thick and hot tears splashed down her cheeks in broken waves, one paw going up slowly to touch the side of his face. As she brushed against him, she could feel the cold ness that was his body, no longer warm with life. Her cries grew louder as she collapsed along side her beloved Mufasa. Her head burying itself into his long glorious mane, shoulders quaking all the while. How could it be true! He was such a strong figure.. Nothing could break him. Yet here he was laying broken in the bottom of the gorge.
Her wails turned into anguished roars—and those roars were probably heard all over the savannah. At this point in time she did not care what they thought. It felt almost like her grief would swallow her completely whole.. And for awhile she just cried. After what seemed like an eternity the former Queen closed her eyes. Her body relaxing and curling up against the mangled corpse of her husband, sleep finding taking her away. Even in death this is where she felt most comfortable.
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Post by sumitori on Feb 9, 2010 23:03:43 GMT -5
Things were not a blur to him. He had remembered, quite distinctly, everything that had happened. His son was in danger, warned by his loving brother, he had attempted t save him. He’d… done so, he was sure of it. He’d placed the cub on the top of the cliff… and made his own way back up after slipping. His brother helping… no, wait. He… wasn’t helped, was he? In stead… perhaps, dropped? There was nothing in his mind that made any sense of that, other than those lingering rumors that his younger brother had become something darker than little Taka. Mufasa was, as you would expect, very confused. Not only about the dark actions of his sibling, but as to where he was at the moment. The only things visible to the large lion were… the tree his son had been trapped on. Broken over where he seemed to be at the time. Everything else was dark, he could see no others, and hear nothing at all. Suddenly, as if he had jumped from his own skin Mufasa rose to his feet. While he could still not see anyone, he began to hear things…
/Everything the light touches…/
”Is it… Father? Father where are…”
/Dad… Dad come on, it’s time to go home…/
”S… Simba! Simba, come back, please don’t…”
Those voices of one who had passed, his son… yet he saw nothing. It was as if he could feel them next to him, touching him… And… yet, there was still one last thing to be heard. Cries of pain, horrible to his ears, as if they were being made… for him. He also felt something strange, as if there was another so close to him that they were actually touching. These cries of pain, of sorrow, they seemed eerily familiar. It sounded like… Sarabi? Why was he hearing these things? For what reason could be barely feel himself moving, or breath? It was all so unfamiliar, until his thoughts continued onto the last things he remembered.
The stampede, of course, should not have killed him. It was… the fall. His grip released from the rocks above by Scar, he fell a great distance to the gorge below. The great king needed no second opinion, he could feel that he had been correct. And that seemed to be the only thing other than the cold that he could feel at all. Mufasa didn’t know what to think of this, all of this. With his death, who would teach Simba how to become a great king, or keep his beloved company? Oh… god, Sarabi, was it her sobbing? It must’ve been, though, when he attempted to stray far from the position he was already in, something stopped him. Perhaps this was what they called, “not being finished with ones business” or something like that. It was true he hadn’t really been prepared to leave and join the Kings of his Past, but for what reason was he to be tormented with the voices of all of the ones he cared for? It… wasn’t fair, not at all. Not for him, or for them… but… what happened, could not be undone.
Mufasa abruptly sat, eyes fixated to the ground, which more of was becoming revealed to him over time. Though, his thoughts were not immediately on his surroundings. They lingered for a while on his poor family, his pride… was this how his own father went through his death? Even Mufasa remembered how he had felt then, and the effect it had on the Pridelands. He may not have been perfect, or very well liked… but gosh darnit Ahadi was their king, and he was grieved over vigorously. Would Mufasa be as well?
A tightness gripped every organ in his body as he lifted his large head to view what little of the world was now shown to him. Yet again, the tree… but more detail around it. Since he had moved, he had not noticed the lump of a figure underneath of it’s broken trunk. He was filled with that feeling of surprise that you get when you are suddenly faced with a mirror you hadn’t expected to be there, as if you weren’t really looking at yourself, but someone else completely. His own body, just, sitting there. Completely lifeless, with the body of another close to it. Indeed… the king had never before hated being correct so much. The expression on her face, the sound of her cries, it was all like needles in his heart. Just… poking him until all of the blood was forced to come pouring out of it. Circling his own corpse, he hoped she would look at him, if only once… if there was any chance that he would be forced to leave forever without ever being able to communicate with her ever again, he would need this one thing. Just for her to notice him standing there, looking directly at her, just standing there plain as day. Well, at least to him it had seemed that way. For as he had tried to touch her, his paw went through as if nothing was there at all. Like it was some sort of sick joke being dangled in front of his very soul. ”Sarabi? Please, Sarabi, it’s alright, I’m here… just… Sarabi… look at me..” His ruby eyes had begun to water, knowing full well she most likely could not hear him… nor would she ever again. He wouldn’t be able to say good-bye, he couldn’t help her feel better about this situation, nor could he do anything else. Completely helpless… what was he to do? Where was his guidance when he needed it? |
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Post by Indigo<3 on Feb 10, 2010 10:32:33 GMT -5
She ran silently through the long green grass, a delightful smile on her pretty young face. After a long morning of training the lioness was finally allowed to be on her own. Of course the only destination she had in mind was with him. Ignoring everything else around her the teenager quickly approached the spot where she had seen him resting earlier. Delighted ruby eyes fell on the sprawled out form of her future husband. Sarabi slowed to a walking pace as she came up upon him, a loving look appearing in her eyes as she watched him rest. His job was endless and she knew he needed his sleep. Instead of getting irritated or depressed the lioness quietly laid herself down beside her fiancee. Pushing her back up against his and purring softly, she allowed herself to drift off. A loving smile still on her face.
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The entire kingdom had come for this event. As well as the entire pride.. And that made her nervous. Today was her wedding day. Sarabi was now a fully grown lioness and was capable of being the next Queen of the pridelands. With a final glance to her mother and sister, she carefully exited the den and gazed out. Up ahead stood her soon to be husband along with his parents Ahadi and Uru. Her heart began to hammer in her chest and she was quite aware of the looks she got from the pride. All of them loving and supportive. Coming up along side the male that would be her husband, she purred softly. Rafiki approached with his magical stick, shaking it and murmuring in gibberish. As he walked about them, she buried her head into his thick red mane, loving the feel of it against her face. The shaman eventually stopped his walking and dancing, and quickly shook the stick above the two lions.
With the ceremony completed, she gazed into his eyes only to see him gazing back. Blushing darkly she nuzzled him and watched as the King and Queen walked to the edge of pride rock. Both her and Mufasa followed them, standing on the edge she waited. First she heard the familiar roar of Ahadi, followed shortly by Mufasa own magnificent roar. It was then her and Uru’s turn to roar and tell the Kingdom. As soon as the Queen gave her cry, she followed with her own, beaming with pride as she did so.
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“Mommy.. Mommy.. What’s that..”
“That’s a butterfly my love..”
“Mom.. Mom.. What is that thing?!”
“That my Simba is a turtle.. Please don’t harm him..”
Sarabi walked behind her young son, watching as he bounced from one object to another. His mouth never stopped running, his brain dying for information about the kingdom. At the moment he was far to young to even consider walking the borders with his father. Though she loved this time with her child, seeing him grow and asking questions. The duo continued walking until they found a nice acacia patch to lounge in. Mainly she decided on here because her best friend Sarafina and daughter Nala were here as well. Settling in beside her friend, she watched her son with loving eyes as he talked with the young Nala. Both mothers already had delighted smiles on their faces as they watched the two interact.
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She continued to dream. Her eyelids fluttering and her limbs twitching as she relived the happiest moments of her life. Though an abrupt cold breeze jerked the lioness from her slumber. Heavy eyelids raised to look at the sky, and she frowned at the huge storm clouds. It took her a few moments to realize where she was, and as the confusion went away so did her sorrow return. Turning her beautiful face to her husband she stared at his body. The grief bubbled beneath the surface but only a few stray tears ran down her cheeks this time.
It took her forever to stand up and stretch out her tired limbs. Her thoughts drifting to her son, where was his body? Scar said he never found it. Which lead her to hope that perhaps he was still alive.. Nuzzling her mate’s cold cheek she murmured loving words to his ear before she started to walk down the gorge. Smelling the dust and the tiny scent that was left over from her son. He had ran here only a few short days ago. Lowering her head she walked along at a slow depressed gait, nose flaring in the hope of catching a scent.
Sarabi was completely oblivious to her mate’s spirit. She hadn’t the slightest clue that he stood only a few short feet away from her.
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