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 Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 4:32 pm
It had been several days since Syeira had found his sickly, destroyed self and dragged him back to their den. It had been enough time for him to get away from the dangerously sickly look he'd been carrying about himself; no longer was he skin and bones (at least not to the point where he looked like a carcuss) and his fur wasn't matted or dirty. His mane was clean again, his fur healthier looking. The only thing that hinted he was still feeling the pains of everything he'd caused was the dead look still in his eyes.
He was still very much lost, he didn't know how to fix things with Syeira even if it was headed in that direction. He was still a bit shocked about how... different Syeira had been the day she'd found him near the watering hole. Her usual cold self had melted into something... passionate and worried... heartbroken all the same but... it had scared Uumi, terrified him knowing he could cause something like that to his precious ice queen. Confused him that she was showing such a caring side to herself only now, when he'd hurt her so terribly.
It did not make one bit of sense to Uumi, he moped quietly about and stayed out of his mate's way as much as he could. He tried to stay in the den often- he hated being king, even if he was nothing more than a figure head. He hated still hearing other members of the pride whispering the gossip of he and the mute, his betrayel... it made him sick to his stomach and he felt more often like going and jumping in the river, letting it over-take him because this time Ari would not be here to save him.
His gaze narrowed slightly as he stared at the water rushing past, more guilt ripping at his heart. This was all just more of an excuse for Asikari to detest him, for pride members to sneer behind his back... but what would Ari have done had she been alive? She probably would have sided with Asi on this one... hell, he sided with the big, assinine fool. He could not stop hating himself for what he'd done, but he knew part of fixing it all would be accepting how horrible he'd been... changing that, some how.
After meeting the ‘daughter’ of his younger brother, Denahi isolated himself for the time-being. He stayed near the raging river, in hopes to just conceal himself until he thought things through. One of these days, he needed to meet up with Syeira. He hadn’t seen his younger sister since the time he had helped her from the rogue that was attacking her. He frowned, trying to figure out something that would sound okay to say to her. ‘Hey, Sye…I’m…taking you up on your offer to come home?’ In Denahi’s mind, the words were awkward, and probably even were awkward coming from the ‘fallen prince’.
A scent had entered the air causing bright blue eyes to narrow into slits. It was him; the male he had hated ever since he met him. It was also Rehani’s brother. How one such delicate as his old mate could be related to such a…such a b*****d was beyond Denahi. A brief sadness overcame the adult male as he thought of Rehani. Shaking his head, his thoughts soon dissipated, only to be filled with hatred once more at the male lion.
Claws unsheathed as he followed his nose to find where the other was. He kneaded the ground, disrupting the earth before retracting his claws. He wouldn’t fight Uumikaji. At least, he wouldn’t fight Uumi just yet. It was best to say hello to his ‘brother in-law’ anyways.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 4:48 pm
He wondered if things could ever go back to being how they'd been before... certainly they didn't seem to be the most loving couple around the kusni but they had their own way. Many thought Syeira to be cold and heartless, and while they thought Uumi just as heartless they did not respect him as they did their ice queen. No, he was much to nasty and willing to make comments about others for respect. No one really understood his and syeira's relationship, many days he didn't himself. He could only rationalize that he needed the female, completely. So much so that the loneliness had been unbareable when she'd began to focus more on the pride, more on the cubs, more on other things and less on himself. Oh he'd done such a terrible thing... he'd been too proud to just speak with her about it. No, he'd been too sulky and he'd been trying to get back at her the way he thought was right and somewhere along the line it'd become twisted and he'd accidentally gotten in too deep.
She'd even paid more attention to that strange male than she'd to him... He groaned as be brought a paw up to his face, thinking about clawing it up a bit. He really needed to stop trying to find reasons where his behavior would have been a bit acceptable... he needed to stop this all. But Uumi had always been a fan of wallowing in self pity, he'd always been good at dragging things out. How could he break the-
Over the last few minutes he'd been gathering more and more of a distasteful scent in his nostrils, the smell of a lion he'd not seen for a very long time and had no wish to see right now. Especially not while he was like this. He slowly glanced over his shoulder, eyes narrowed but not carrying the usual hatered in them. No, the lacked emotion as he took in the dark form of Syeira's b*****d brother. When did he come back to these lands? "I really am in no mood for your s**t right now." He spat out, his voice dull instead of the usually heated tone he carried out for Denahi. Though the insane thought of provoking the brute until he attacked did enter his mind- he really felt someone should beat the stuffing out of him if Syeira wouldn't... but he was sure that would just piss her off more.
Upon seeing the bright red male, Denahi sneered again. There he was; his nose wasn’t playing a trick on him. His scarred face was turned to the male who was in turn looking right at him. “And I really am in no mood for your s**t any day, Uumikaji,” the adult returned, lifting his lip in disgust. He always had hated this male, ever since the first day he had met him after Syeira had that cub…what was his name again? Taa…bu? Sounded okay.
Something was different about Uumi this time. He sounded a bit…off. There was always the possibility that he always was like this; after all, Denahi had not seen or heard from him since way back when his mother was alive. “What happened to you this time. Did Syeira finally kick you out on your a**?” The charcoal male couldn’t help but smirk at this. If she had, oh---the glory! Not even waiting for an answer, the male pushed the lion who was just a length away. “You should get going then,” by that, he meant out of the lands. Maybe then, the Kusini lands could return to the way he remembered--- and what he remembered was a land without Uumi.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 5:25 pm
If that had really been true he was sure Denahi would have turned tail and went somewhere else, where Uumi wasn't. The red male had become sure of two things- Denahi loved to annoy and pesture him just as much as he enjoyed getting under the darker male's skin. His gaze had fallen from the other male and slithered over the stubbly grass back toward the river. He hoped if he didn't respond the other would go his 'merry' way. Denahi was almost as bad as him in some ways, unpleasant and unagreeable. But he was much more a bully who initiated things rather than a bully who only finished where others began. That and he was much more physical than Uumi could ever hope to be- the winner in a physical fight surely would be Denahi. Still, he felt certain he could win in a battle of wits... if he was feeling up to it.
He felt slight anger flare up at the words, and then discomfort because he almost let out the 'i probably deserve something like that' fall from his maw. His lips curled back and he bared his teeth, though he quickly forced back the growl he wanted to snarl out at the other. He had to be a good boy, he wasn't going to add this dramatic s**t on top of all the other drama he'd caused with Syeira, he owed her that much... and much more. "Shove off Denahi.." He cut off though as he was jostled forward and found himself twisting and snapping blindly at Denahi's face in protest, trying to hasten to all four paws. See, this was what he'd feared... the big p***k couldn't go five minutes without a shove or flick or any sort of little... physical contact. And even a shove felt painful right now, did the a** not realize how much skinnier he was than usual? Scratch that... even though he doubted Denahi was obsevant enough to notice he also doubted the dark male would have cared.
He'd started having a breathing attack almost right away as he was jostled and then making quick movements, and though he swore to Syeira he wouldn't abuse his powers as new-found king and even thought to himself that he wasn't in the right mind-set to go around kicking lions he didn't like out just because he was king now... "I really wouldn't.... be shoving... your king... like... that.." He said between the quick, choking breaths and gritted teeth. He'd moved about a foot away from Denahi and even though everything was screaming at him in his being to go back to the den with Syeira he also couldn't help but feel the need to see how the b*****d would react to that little piece of news.
He wasn’t fazed by the coughing fit that had over come Uumi. In fact, the male had a smirk that was plastered quite smugly on his maw. “Oops, did I cause ickle Uumi to have a coughing fit. Oh, my bad.” The lion stated sarcastically, trying to hold back a hostile chuckle that was trying to escape his maw. How Syeira could have fallen for such a sickly creature was beyond the charcoal male. Why Mufasa and Sarabi hadn’t ‘destroyed’ the creature for being so sick was beyond Denahi.
Blue eyes widened at the words of that Uumi had stated next. Asikari hadn’t relinquished his title to Syeira just yet, had he? His sister was now the queen of the pride, and this /creature/ was the King. “You are no King to me. You’re just a lowly lion who only got into this land because you knocked up my sister. If it were up to me and my father,” this had to be the first time he had referred to Asi as his father to Uumi, “you would be dead and served to the vultures because not even your pathetic self is fit to feed this pride.” The male sneered. Oh how much he wanted to take a swipe at Uumi. Just let him scar him up just a little bit. If it wasn’t for the fact that he would probably go crying off to Syeira for hurting him, then the male lion would do it. He had to prove to his sister he had changed a little bit, or she probably wouldn’t let him stay in the lands.
…He could still bad-talk Uumi though. No matter what rank the red lion had, Denahi’s opinion would not change of him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 6:03 pm
And he supposed that was where respect should have come in, though Uumi figured he'd have horrible luck in trying to wave about his title as king because he was sure that many would just end up like Denahi- uncaring of the position he held. And really what could he do about that? Wasn't as if he could banish the queen's own brother... not with out her consent anyhow. He'd be too afraid to even mention the matter to Syeira at this point in their lives, though.
It took him a few minutes to regain his normal breathing pattern, his tail flicking back and forth in annoyance as he shook his head at Denahi's words. "You know nothing of mine and your sister's past.." He suddenly snarled, not sure why he felt so furious all of a sudden. But who the hell was Denahi kidding? He was so sick and tired of his and his father's judgements... constantly picking on him and telling him what a scumbag he was. Didn't they realize he already knew that? He already felt that way about himself and somehow the only lion so far that did not feel that way about him in his life was his precious Syeira... and he'd comprimised that all and still she put up with him, though he was sure she must think of him just as big of a scumbag as her family thought of them. It would change little if any of Syeira's family knew of their history anyhow, how she manipulated and goaded him into that... how Taabu was a direct result of that... How he hadn't wanted to stay in the lands in the first place... hadn't it been the right thing to do? Couldn't this dunerhead see that? How he'd been so miserable and confused and how much he hated himself that Syeira was in love with him, and that he was in love with Syeira. Why couldn't she have been fated for a much better lion than he? Someone strong and intelligent, someone that matched up with her... got along with her family and was a good father. Some lion who was faithful... He was swallowing big gulps of air as he stared at Denahi, the furious look wavering to something of hurt and then guilt, confusion... back to fury..
"You really need to learn when to shut your aweful mouth and keep it that way you b*****d... It's true that I deserve nothing more than to be fed to the vultures but I really don't think your judgement of that would be why..." How he hated Denahi and his ego... always assuming so much. What did he know? He knew nothing... Uumi was lucky he hadn't seemed to catch the latest gossip of he and Syeira. "What right do you have to speak of me and my family-" Because no matter how bad it got Syeira was his family, and this what was currently going on proved it. "When you barely have any sense of the word? Hell... you're such a scummy b*****d yourself it took your whole family until your younger brother admitted to accidentally murdering the former queen to keep from thinking you weren't a murderer. Though I must admit I am rather pathetic... what of you Denahi? Crawling back to this pride though I haven't heard of a family arriving with you... where is your mate? Though I knocked mine up she's stuck with me since then.. hasn't she?" He didn't know what point he was trying to make... he felt sick to his stomach. He didn't deserve Syeira... even though it was more like she got him to knock her up. "What position do you hold in this pride... how dare you even side with a father you don't even get along with... if I recall correctly you didn't stick around these lands long... you didn't want to be around your family, am I right?" He sneered out, trying to hit a weak point anywhere.
He was feeling reckless... pissed. Hurt and guilty... he was so sick of all of these emotions piling on together. Couldn't he just feel annoyed like usual? Pissed and mopey about being stuck in the Kusini lands since and adolescent? No... no he had learned just how pathetic all of that was after doing what he'd done to Syeira... how much it sucked to sit and whine to himself all day and what troubles it caused.
By the time Uumi was finished talking, more so ranting, to Denahi, he was seething. Hell, he was more then seething. If possible, steam would be coming out of his ears and his face would be terribly flushed. Uumikaji had no right to say such things (though, he was a hypocrite for thinking that, as he had said things like that to Uumi). “For your information, Uumikaji,” he started, a growl very much evident in his throat, “I didn’t come crawling back to the pride as you so very much think. You must not talk to your precious mate Syeira, or else you would know that /she/ was the one who actually invited me to come back. I return to these lands with the knowledge of knowing that what has happened is in the past---Syeira knows it, Asikari knows it. Hell, I am sure the whole pride knows it too.” He eyes narrowed dangerously against his chocolate markings.
“To think, Uumikaji,” Denahi continued to use the male’s full name, rather then the nickname other’s had been calling him. Shamefully, he too had resulted in calling Uumi by that name. “…you would talk about your own sister disappearing on me. You and I both know she loved the Pridelands. For all I know, she could be dead, and so could our children.” The words hit a string in his heart. It was true, Rehani could be dead. His children could be dead. There was nothing he could do about it; not one thing.
“The only reason Syeira stays with you, is because she feels sorry for you. You weren’t there when she was attacked. Oh no, you know who was there?” Denahi sneered. “I was. Protecting /my/ family just like you were suppose to do. But where were you? Off gallivanting while your mate was being hunted.”
“I hold the position of a regular pride member,” it wasn’t true just yet. Denahi had to speak with Syeira now that he knew she was actually the queen. “I didn’t want to be around /you/. There’s a big difference between that and my family. Besides, I know when I am not wanted, but as Syeira has told me once---I would be accepted when I returned. I don’t need your acceptance, no matter what rank you hold over me. You’ll always be the scum of the earth.”
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