[PRP]The only son

[Split Personality]

He was sort of thinking about when his mother first told him about his brother and how he went missing. He sort of remembered his brothers smell, not much about what he looked like. Perhaps it was his way of forgetting the painful look in his mothers eyes; to just forget like that. He loved his sisters and his mothers, but... something inside of him hoped he didn't seem to girly.

Even king Thona made a point to be cruel about it. Thuto wasn't girly, he just wasn't one to go play in the dirt or wrestle, and he didn't want to wrestle with someone who was so covered in scars that it was pointless to win or lose. He had seen one boy his age covered, scared in one eye. It was a shame perhaps, that Thuto didn't want the pulp beaten out of him so early in his life.

He sat on the border of the lands, staring into space, his tipped tail twitching. He liked it here but he didn't.. and the worst part was that he girls here were horrid... except for his family... which was a gross thought personally.  

[Uta]

The leopardess wasn't entirely sure where she was. She had lingered around the borders of an accepting lion pride months previous, but guilt had caused her to stray. She thought about returning, of course, but wasn't entirely certain if she'd be welcome once more. How far she had fallen from the cushy and rather pampered life she had once lived. . . .

What a fool she had been to think that Kiganja had been meant for her. That he would have provided her happiness, love, kindness. . . .

The disgust she felt for herself was still apparent. She regretted neglecting her children on her search for their father; why hadn't she been a better mother? Furthermore, by the time she had turned her attention back on the litter of three, they had somehow grown up and slipped away. She'd missed her chance to bond. . . . she'd missed listening to their dreams or giving them all the guidance they deserved.

She. . . . she was a failure.

Her eyes still wept at night, not for her poor decisions or self-pity, but over her lost cubs. They hardly would want to see her, to see the mother that loved their wretched father more than them; she couldn't ever go back. . .and yet there was a need for closure. With Kiganja, the name she was growing to loathe, and with her cubs whose names she had all but forgotten.

Thoughts heavy, the leopardess slowly made her way over the grassy plains. It was hard to enjoy life when there was little joy to be found; her shadow and guilty conscious were her only companions, and perhaps that knowledge hurt most of all. Perhaps she could have kept in contact with her cubs and at least now she would have been able to partake in their joy, in their happiness. . . .

But regret was all she understood. She had been hardly more than a grown cub when she'd left with Kiganja and turned her nose from her family and such a spoiled up bringing. They had said he was no good, she deserved better and yet. . . . Here she was. Alone. Empty. Used. Green eyes stared hard at her paws, so lost in thoughts she hardly noticed the pale spotted coat of Thuto up ahead.