-- AIM Rp between Mwezi'Mtoto and Malkia ((DFA & Felyn))
Right, left, right, left.
Mwezi concentrated on the mental mantra as he paced back and forth, just a short distance away from the cave where he could smell the birth having come and pass. A glace back up at the moon told him the cub's class; he was pleased. But that did not make him any less restless. As a male, he'd stayed outside the den during the whole ordeal, keeping watch a distance away; he'd paced back and forth, back and forth, restlessly, like a looming white ghost that haunted it's home.
He knew the way nature worked, but that did not help dispel the need to go inside cave. Narrowing his eyes, he repressed the urged and kept a constant vigil upon the entrance; it was only when he was sure that Malkia was finally alone within, that he approached. His golden gaze piercing the darkness of the den as he blocked the moon's light, "Malkia," it wasn't a question, for he was not particularly used to asking for permission, but regardless, she'd understand... she, whom could red the words under the words he spoke.
The need to be by his mate when she'd been birthing had been almost overpowering; the scent of her distress had reached him even from the distance, but now... the cave was calm, silent, and the male flicked an ear nervously, his expression creased by a weary frown. He'd not spelt, and had not wished to stop regarding the cave, least he be needed.
She was so tired.
She had always known that they there were going to be quite a few of them - it had been obvious with how large she had gotten. What she hadn't expected was just how many there ended up being in the end. Eight beautiful, perfectly healthy cubs. Of course, the process of birthing them hadn't been quite so pleasant as the process of creating them. She was tired, so tired, but felt that she could not sleep yet.
The word, that single word, reached her ears and weary black eyes drifted up to find a face as pale as the moon that danced outside the den entrance. There she lay, a new mother among a litter of sleeping cubs, with her mate come to check on her. She felt no ill will towards him, too tired to tell him to leave, and somewhat in need of his comfort after the long process.
"Come see your cubs," she said softly, leaning down to nose one of them that had strayed a little too far from her side. Most were sleeping, though a couple fed - twins, in fact. She had no idea where many of the colors had come from, but they were all beautiful.
It was was still slightly had to process; cubs. His cubs. They were his.
It was mostly due to this that the male moved slowly, taking care with each step, to make no sound; somehow, he managed to reach his mate's side, and then, slowly, Mwezi lowered himself to the floor, using his frame to keep the large amount of cubs cradled between them both. The fluffy pelt he wore was used as a barrier around the end, curving around their bodies. Once he was settled, comfortable enough, he shifted his attention the small bundles of fur nestled against Malkia's pelt.
Blinking, the Lord tilted his head, and for a moment, he was rather atypically inclined to comment that it looked more like she had mated a tree (a winged tree, to boot) rather than himself. A jest no doubt, but he refrained it, instead opting for arching an amused brow at his mate before lowering his maw to the small bodies, turning them this way and that so he could take a good look at each of them... so he could inhale their scents, letting them get a their first breathes of his own, "Beautiful," it was all what he could murmur as he retracted his head, his eyes falling on a particularly pale cub; the small thing.... looked just like him. What were the odds?
Not high, seeing as how it's siblings looked much more flamboyant, "Though I'm rather confused as to where the array of colors come from... it does no make them any less beautiful," he raised his usually languid gaze to meet Malkia's and in the dim light, there was a strange spark in his eyes, making him look oddly lively. The words under the words were there for her to hear, as was the purr that had begun to resound within his chest. A quiet rumble.
Just like their mother.
She too was having a hard time adjusting to the fact that she was indeed a mother now. She had felt them move in her stomach, listened to their first cries, witnessed their first breaths. She was a mother, Mwezi was a father, and they were.. a family. It was still almost like a dream, even now.
She watched him silently as he leaned down to look at his cubs, her head tilting somewhat to the side. This was a crucial experience for him, a bonding moment for he and the cubs. She didn't mind so much as tired as she was - she had no real issues with him being so close.
"Perhaps from.. your father?" he had mentioned to her, one long night, that he had been raised by his mother and his uncle. She knew her parents, knew the family, and knew no such colors came from her side. She could only suspect that they were from his family, and though she had never really wondered about them, he was pleased to have at least a small insight into who they were. "But yes, they are beautiful," she mimicked, catching his intended words. She appreciated them now that she was so tired, in need of some tender love and care.
One of the awake cubs drew itself away from where it was feeding, a soft mewl on its voice, pale eyes turning up to look at the white mug that was now looking down upon them. He made his wobbly way towards the new figure, plopping down against the outstretched paw of his father, laying his own against it and idly examining the differences in color. At such a young stage, all he could do was stare, for no real thoughts on the matter came to his fresh mind.
Mwezi noticed that he found great pleasure in simply being there; something as easy... as minimal, and as strange simply laying there, watching as some of the small cubs breathed and slept away while others still battled to feed. They were beautiful; not because of their exotic markings, no. They were beautiful, simply because they were there, and they were his. He decided he'd never seen such a beautiful sight, and for once, he allowed a smile to crack his maw; it lingered upon his lips, softening his usually languid features.
Indeed; he'd made sure Malkia did not appear displeased or otherwise upset with his being there. All the contrary. The lioness had actually relaxed a notch as he'd entered, as if he had carried her peace and safety within the den. Oddly, he noted he rather liked that thought and stored it away for later toying with. For now, his attention was focused rather sharply on the small creatures spread between their forms, "I wonder," he murmured at her as she mentioned his father. He knew nothing of him, but the fact the cubs seemed to have painted wings upon their forms was oddly amusing, "One would think... they look about ready to fly away," like the time that had passed, he thought to himself.
Once again, Mwezi found himself wondering how it was he'd reached that particular place in time nd space. How had he arrived... where he was? How had he achieved all this?
Distantly, he vaguely noted that he must've done something rather good in some sort of past life, for not even one such as he, as magnificent as he was, warranted for... the miracle that currently lay yawning and feeding at his feet. Especially as one of the darker blue bodies drew closer and placed a tiny paw over his much larger one; he allowed this, and after a moment, lowered his head, dragging his tongue along the cub's pelt. He'd groomed Rin before, needless to say. The girl needed more than one grooming session a day after all, but something about that particular moment, as Mwezi liked his son's pelt, he found it felt... almost magical. Primal, in a way, "Indeed," he drawled as he lifted his head, keeping his tiny son trapped softly between his paws as he leaned in to press his forhead against Malkia's.
Another similarly dark body voiced her annoyance at the fact that not only had her security blanket been stolen from her (aka, read: her twin), but she was cold, and she was hungry and GOD couldn't someone PLEASE fix at least ONE of these problems? Or all of them! That'd be nice! Shimmering silver orbs opened to the world as the tiny thing wobbled without much direction, only to stumble. Again the cub voiced her annoyance, this time at the world. Stupid world. For being so... stumbly.
