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 Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 12:25 pm
((This is an open rp for those of Mwako'Nakama and Gaddith's family, friends and of the pride to wish them well. Mwako'Nakama was born a huria, and her brother Gaddith will not have her go alone. Both love their pride dearly, and neither wished it had to be this way. Respecting the cultural needs of the pride, and of his own desire, Mwako'Nakama and Gaddith will be leaving.))
She never wanted this day to come. Though as her body had grown and she watched the manes on her brother's begin to grow fuller, the time grew near. Nakama had even begged Kidondo, Regent of the Firekin to let her stay, prove herself, even paint herself with wet ash and mud but neither would do. Her pelt, with the gift of her father's heritage in her pelt, the strange color, a gift from her mother's forgotten past, she was proud of who she was, who she had become, and who she would become. BUt she had wanted to stay. She had never wanted it to be like this.
Mwako'Nakama's mother had been dreary the past few days, and that was when she knew. This night was the last she had spent in the borders welcome, and now she woke with the sun to watch it rise one last time over the sands. Her ears were back, a sad expression in her silver eyes. Would they even remember her? Would they even care? She frowned and sighed, and wondered where her brother lay in rest.
He said he would go with her, and not leave her alone. She was happy, but sad for him. If he had wanted to stay, she would not protest, but she would rather not be alone as she ventured into what ay beyond her thoughts and dreams. Whether or not she and her brother could get far enough away and find water and food was the question, so she had saved two hares from her last desert hunt for them to share.
She would have to say goodbye to her home, her friends, her life here. Would any come to see, would any come to say goodbye?
As the ride would wake with the sun, Nakama stood on a high dune, looking towards where she had left the hares in the distance, buried for when they got far enough and could take them with them. Nakame turned back to the pride, silver eyes remembering every last details, the slates in the distance where she had ventured last night, and had seen her form moved to where the other golden male was painted.
She raised her head and roared as loud and proud as she could, calling anyone who wished, calling her brother and her family, Kidondo and No, anyone, to come and say goodbye before the sand were left behind her.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 12:54 pm
As soon as the sound crossed his ears Mwako'Damu sighed and shook his head, freeing his black mane from the sand that surrounded him. He knew this day would come, but he wished it hadn't come this early. He stretched his limbs and began walking slowly towards his sister's call, he wondered if his dark pelted brother was there yet. They were both leaving, leaving him. Leaving their home and their family but they had to. Damu wished he could change the rules, he didn't want his sister to go. They shared their first name, no doubt a way his mother could ensure her memory would live on here.
Mwako'Damu began running over the dunes, letting the sand carry him and he saw her form. He skid to a stop and walked to her side, he said nothing but let his silver eyes meet hers and he offered a smile, and purred while rubbing his cheek against hers, saying, I know.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 11:57 am
 Naar-ehuka had never been sure of how she felt about her sister. Before she had known about the oddness of Mwako'nakama's pelt, she had treated her like everyone else. And then she had discovered the truth. That she wasn't natural...that she wasn't socially accepted.
It made her angry. Angry at herself because from that day forward she had never been able to look at her the same way. Angry, too, for the pride's belief's that had brought this day. The day where her sister would leave them.
She was both happy to see the back of her and sad. And it was this, along with many other things, that had seen her become more and more unstable has she had grown older.
She was hesitating even now, wondering to go or whether not to go, standing alone but not so far away that she wouldn't be able to make it in ample time.
"It is time." A soft voice came from somewhere behind the fiery red adolescent. "For your sister to leave us." The tone was sad but resigned and when the adolescent turned, she would see it was the regent, Kidondo.
He was a large lion, but with a good heart and he always hated these moments. These goodbyes. He was saddened perhaps even more by this one, because the golden child had such a fiery heart. Yes, it had been hard to say goodbye to Uddhava, but he had been resigned to it. He was not a Firekin either in heart of pelt colour.
But Mwako'nakama...
She was different.
Kidondo sensed that this adolescent, the sister of the golden one, was hesitating and paused at her side as if to give her strength.
"Come. We'll go together." He smiled down at her, meeting that conflicted gaze, and though she said nothing back, they moved again as one, down to meet the two who were preparing to depart them.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 1:00 pm
There were tears in her eyes as she felt the paste between her toes, and as her silver eyes looked upon the slate before her, her daughter's form had been washed from those of the other grown adolescents, and here she would be, departed, disconnected next to the golden male that had left not long ago. Somewhere in Karana'Mzaana's heart she hoped they would somehow meet, so her daughter would not be alone.
Her son was leaving too.
She didn't understand at first, but the bond between the two siblings seemed stronger than any other. Nakama had tried to do so many things to change herself, one night begging Mzaa in tears to change her, paint her a different color, paint her like Naar, but it was no use. NOthing could change what was upon them.
She wondered if her father, if her mate would come.
Her dark form moved from the slates and she turned to see other forms moving slowly in the distance, the time was fast approaching, so she was off running on her paws, hoping they would carry her fast and strong.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 1:06 pm
Mwako'Nakama sat next to her brother, her head on his shoulder, eyes closed, fighting back the tears, She was a warrior, she would show no fear, no vulnerability, she was strong. Her pelt lit orange and gold in the sun as it rose, she was the sun, early in the morning when its brightest ray of light can blind even the strongest foe, strongest friend or firekin.
"You better not disappoint me, understand?" she spoke softly, voice breaking for an instant and then hidden again, "You better have momma be proud of you, and dad amazed by your strength, you better-"
"I will," he said cutting her off, pulling back. His mane was thick and black coming in, he would be strong, muscled and powerful. Yet he would be weak, losing two family members, not to the fire of battle, but to the desert and lands beyond. Mwako'Damu doubted he would ever see either his youngest sister or oldest brother again, they would no doubt never return, and if they did, he wondered in the back of his mind if he would have to defend the lands from them. The fire in their hearts that no one could see beneath his sister's exterior.
"Others will be coming, I saw mother not long ago, we will wait for them, the day is not over yet," though he knew they could not rest on the borders for hours on end. He flicked his tail and turned his eyes and smiled, seeing two other forms, and another in the distance coming closer. "They are coming."
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 12:26 pm
Naar-ehuka felt a weird feeling in her chest as she drew closer to her siblings and, despite herself, she slowed and dropped back until she came to a halt perhaps ten paces away. Her head lowered as if she were deciding whether to continue or turn and dash on her heels.
Confusion sparkled there and something else too.
Was it...fear?
Kidondo paused and cast a half-glance back. However, he decided to leave the girl a moment to gather herself. She was about to say goodbye to a family member. It was not an easy thing to do.
He moved on alone and paused before the youngsters, throwing a soft glance towards the golden female.
"It is a fine morning." He spoke softly. "Are you both well?" A silly question really but it'd ease him into conversation.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 8:32 pm
Mwako'Nakama sat with her brother until he pulled away, and looked away slightly. She knew he would not leave, and knew that it would hurt him to see his brother go. The eldest was leaving, and the youngest. It didn't have to be this way, in another life, but for now, it had to.
Mwako'Damu sighed, and peering in the distance saw him approaching, Kidondo would say goodbye to one of the strongest members ever born. Mwako'Damu would make his sister's story be know, to his family, to his children, if he ever had any. Damu could see a dark form in the distance, coming faster, mother, he thought. But where was Gaddith, and father, would he not come?
"Yes, a good morning, I am, I suppose, just waiting for my brother now, other, brother," Nakame said pushing at Damu's shoulder. Damu didn't want to look back, she understood, but was also hurt. She wanted her family to be able to look at her with pride, not sorrow. "Perhaps someday I'll send an avian with tales of our journey," she wondered if any other huria would be born, and have to do this same thing. "Do you think, others will come, Kidondo?" she questioned, was this all that she would see before she had to go? More faces, she wanted to see more faces.
Mwako'Damu did not say a word while Kidondo was so close. Damu held everything in, the screaming and arguing, there was no use, he could only watch as his older brother nad youngest sister were cast to teh sands, never to return. It hurt him, more than most would come to ever know.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 8:35 pm
Her legs carried her as fast as they could, she slowed when she got close. Karana'Mzaana noticed her other daughter standing still, distant even. Mzaa's ears were back, and she spoke softly, "Come now," the remains of vibrant orange paint were still on Mzaa's paws. She had already painted her son and daughter's departure on the stone slabs.
She was happy to see Kidondo here, and only wished this departure would have him change his mind, have him change the firekin ways, but it would not happen. They were of fire, and though Nakama bore resemblance to the sun lit aflame, and the edge of a raging inferno, she had to go.
Gaddith was going to take care of her, Mzaa reassured herself, he would.
"Let us say goodbye, she always wanted to be like you, you know," Mzaa nudged Naar's shoulder, "come now, please, if just for me," Mzaa's voice was quiet, her age was coming to her face.
Mzaa touched her forehead to Nakama's and held back the tears, "you be strong, and somehow send word, your brother should be coming shortly," her father, would Sinbad come to say goodbye?
Her heart was breaking slowly.
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 5:36 pm
Kidondo smiled a little. "I'm sure he will be here soon. I don't think he will wish to keep you waiting too long, Mwako'Nakama." He glanced between the siblings and felt deeply for them. It was hard to part ways, especially with family...
"I would very much love to hear of your tales. The world has a lot to offer and I'm sure you will take it in your stride."
He blinked then, tilting his head a little. "Others? Oh, you mean to see you off? I expect so, yes. Your sister is on her way. I expect your mother will be here, too. Perhaps there will be more, too." He hoped, for her sake, that others would come.
Naar-ehuka startled at her mother's voice, turning her head to glance at her through somewhat misted eyes. It was hard to tell what the girl was thinking or feeling. Naar struggled to understand it all herself. Her head was a whirr with so many thoughts and emotions. She felt completely overwhelmed.
Her sister wanted to be like her? Pah, why? Naar didn't want to be herself. She hated herself right now, for thinking bad things about her sister, for looking down at her - even if it was in secret.
"Sister is better off being herself." The adolescent replied, her voice somewhat emotionless.
Even still, her mother's words seemed to get her paws into motion and after a moment she followed in the female's shadow, pausing to watch the exchange between mother and daughter.
She still said nothing, her eyes clouded, her heart strangely sluggish in its beating. Why was brother going with her? Why did he not stay? Did he hate the pride for making their sister go? Did he feel badly for her? She didn't understand. She would probably never understand.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 12:03 am
 It hadn't been his pelt that led to his sharing of his sister's fate, but the "inappropriate" name that his father had given him. Sinbad, as he'd been just a few months back, had pushed every rule of the pride to its limits. He was a lazy hunter who rarely returned with anything for the pride. Twice he had manipulated females into bearing his cubs, and when Gaddith had been born, he purposely named the cub something that would lead to his later departure. The black cub had grown up just as his father had, under the heavy paw of a demanding parent. Days were spent training on the rocks or fighting off his older siblings. Ali-Baba had been the worst, his father's golden child... Sinbad had wanted to eliminate another rival from his bloodline. Gaddith had been born large, and thus- he was a threat.
However, the young male spent his days in acceptance of the leaving. He'd be with his sister, so his name was appropreate.
Protector. And that's just what he'd be. While he had loved his days wtihin the pride, he knew they wouldn't last, and so the day came easier for him than it did his littermate.
"Sorry I'm late." He called out.
As he approached, he wore his typical easy smile and walked at a calm, easy pace. He leaned against his mother as he approached her and gave a playful n** at her ear. "Come on, mom. Don't let me remember a sad face. Naar, buck up. You gotta keep the kids in line for me, alright? Damu. No mushy stuff."
He stepped up beside his huria sister and bumped his shoulder against hers. They both knew the day would come sooner or later- she shouldn't be so down. Since the day he'd encountered the god in the desert, he hadn't been the same. The previously arrogant, lazy, selfish, cruel brute had become a trainwreck of emotions. He'd been hugging, or trying to, anyone that he felt he had wronged somehow all the while matting their fur with his tears. Some nights he had been seen prowling along the perimeter of the pride, talking to himself or hitting his head against the side of the cliff.
He approached at a distance behind Gaddith, his bottom lip trembling as he squeezed back the tears that would surely fall within a few more long, strangled breaths.
Why did they have to go!? It wasn't fair! -He- should be the one to go, he was a terrible firekin!
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 3:58 pm
Mwako'Nakama watched as her mother came, her sister, she seemed so distant, and her ears fell back. Her silver eyes questioned her sisters demeanor, she wished for so long that the sun would bleach her pelt, make it white or have mud shade it darker, Naar, she envied, and wanted to be like her so much. She would never forget her sister, never.
"Mom," Nakama raised a paw and turned her cheek slightly, watched as Mwako
Damu seemed to stay silent, not say a word when Gaddith arrived, touched shoulder, gave orders and she smiled. She wouldn't be able to do this without him, she knew, she needed someone with her. "We will send word when we find our place," she didn't want to sound hateful, especially in front of Kidondo, she respected him greatly, she just wished ti didn't have to be this way. Her paws knew it was time, but they refused to move, not yet, they said, not yet.
Mwako'Damu stood with his mother, closer to her now only after butting his shoulder against Nakama's one more time, and Gaddith's as well. "Mushy stuff, would you expect that less of me huh?" He poked fun, hid his sadness, anger, "You make sure you do well, and take after one another, don't you get soft on me Gaddith, when I see you again," lingered, he knew he wanted to see Gaddith, and his sister again, somehow, someday, "You better not be a pushover."
His father would be disappointed if that happened, but his father was acting so strange as of late. He huffed and stood near to mother, Kidondo, watched as his father approached, Nakama seemed to step forward towards him, wanting to say goodbye to the father that, Damu never knew, if he understood, or if he cared for her truly like his other children. Nakama had told Damu once, that she felt like father made her an outsider, and all she ever wanted was to make him proud of her, her blood, and the mark on her pelt.
Karana'Mzaana let the tears fall from her eyes and she pulled back, giving space. A mother had to let go of their children when they got older, but this was different, this was more painful to her old heart, and she didn't want her children to leave her, if only she had painted them with colors before anyone else had seen, perhaps then she could have kept up a facade, but she would disrespect the pride, and she loved her home as her family also.
"I will and already miss you both terribly, do not forget your home, where you came from, never forget," Karana with her own loss of memory knew how painful it was to have nothing behind her, only what the future had. "It will make you stronger, I love you both so much, you've already made me the proudest mother, even against any odds, traditions and rules, both of you will always be firekin in my heart," she bit her lip and closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, touching the ground beneath her.
Her eyes raised to Sinbad, and she stifled herself for a moment, were there tears in his eyes? Had he come to say goodbye, would he show their daughter affection? Karana looked to Kidondo for some words of wisdom, some words of guidance before their paws carried her children away. This was it, and she couldn't bare to speak for loss of words, excess of tears.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2010 11:26 am
So there they had it. One golden. One dark. Off on a journey together and not alone. Each a shoulder to lean on for the other sibling during this difficult time. He felt somewhat happier knowing that they would not be leaving on their lonesome. That they would, in fact, have someone who understood their heartache.
He was silent whilst they spoke their words, watching them with some hint of sadness. What a day...
Then Karana'mzaana looked to him and he stepped forwards again. "Mwako'Nakama, Gaddith..." He glanced between them. "Today is both a sad day and a joyous one. Sad for you have to part from all that you know, and joyous because this is the day of freedom. The land - the world - awaits you out there, and you both have the strength and the heart to do with it however you plese. You carry the fire. Both of you. You carry it deep inside you. Nothing can extinguish it, weaken it, or blur it from memory. You are Firekin, the both of you, and though fate saw fit to see you away from these lands, you were born here the same as us. You will not be forgotten."
Still seperate from the group, shaking and confused, Naar could say or do nothing. She was there, but she was not. She could not speak nor do anything. She hated them. She hated everyone! Every single one of them here. The whole pride. The whole world! Her hatred boiled over and yet, from that hatred she saw love, too.
Oh she loved them! Loved them desperately.
But they were going. Seperating. Being torn from her life.
She hated herself most of all, for hating them, for loving them. For not being able to do anything but stand and watch. Powerless. Afraid. Alone...
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 12:57 pm
Mwako'Nakama looked to Kidondo, her ears falling back, she smiled at him, took a few steps towards him and touched her forehead beneath his chin as a sign of affection, love of friendship, a sign she would never forget this place, or his kind words through everything.
"I'll never forget this place, ever," she looked to her brother, Damu, then to Gaddith and to her mother. She gave his mother one last feeble embrace before returning to Gaddith, she gave a nod to Mwako'Damu, they had said their goodbyes already.
Naar, Nakama wanted so much to embrace her sister, the one she loved and felt closest to always.
"I'll always love my family, and friends, I'll never forget," she would miss her father terribly, perhaps, someday, they would be together again. Perhaps someday, things would change.
Nakama looked to her father and gave a bow of respect, loyalty, family strength and she turned to leave, biting the tears back in her eyes she felt her lip split slightly.
It had come to this, and she wished it hadn't.
The time had come.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 1:00 pm
Karana'Mzaana watched as her daughter said, or motioned her last goodbyes and Karana felt herself breaking inside. Her youngest daughter, her fire of the sun, why did it have to end this way, but she knew deep in her heart that this was just the beginning. Her daughter would have a wonderful life somewhere with her eldest son, why he chose to go with Nakama Karana based on sibling loyalties and strength.
The love for one another between Gaddith and Mwako'Nakama was endless.
Tears fell from her eyes as they moved away, and she felt a piece of herself break inside.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 1:02 pm
Mwako'Damu said nothing else, adn let his siblings go. He turned from them, that moment, everyone and left quickly, swiftly over the dunes. He grit his jaws together, his silver eyes shining. He was going to be a warrior one day, he could not show weakness, but this feeling was too much, and he swore on his siblings lives, he would never let himself fall while they were away. He would keep on living, waiting for them to return.
It would be hard, he knew, but what else could he do? He could not beg Kidondo, No, the regents, he could not change the ways of the home he loved.
His future as a warrior would be the same, and nothing would change that, not even the burning in his eyes.
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