[BackPRP] Freedom [Mvua & Hakuna]

[Das Tor]

[This takes place at least a week before Hakuna's death as a mortal.]

Hakuna had been thinking. She'd been thinking since Tuli had brought Aisling into the pride, since Tuli and Aisling's cubs had been born. The crimson demon watched as the sun sank below the horizon, the sky still fiery but quickly turning dark. She'd made many mistakes in her life. She'd changed from the lioness she once was, thanks to Verge and Te and her own cubs. And the world around the pride was changing. She'd come to a decision regarding what she regarded as her biggest mistake. She moved from where she'd watched the sunset, seeking one specific pale form.

She had business to attend to with Mvua'wingu. Her Na'artue. It was time she made one good decision that...maybe would counter some of the bad a foolish decision caused.  

[fuKurohane]

Mvua'wingu was sleeping restlessly outside of Hakuna's den. She was technically meant to keep watch, but the cubs she had borne had grown old enough now to fend for themselves. Hakuna's cubs, she always had to correct herself. While she fully believed that she was cursed from bearing three demons, she couldn't help but see her Tamana in all of them. Chanoch was a stretch, of course, but even his pelt carried glimmering spots, so characteristic of her own. Regardless, her body was worn and tired. Her many years as a Na'artue had finally caught up with her. For some time in her youth, she was raised to be strong and resilient - strong enough to fight back and not merely be tossed about. That was when she had been training Hakuna's true cubs. But of course, they had all long since grown and had families of their own, and she was left with Hakuna to care for whatever needs she or her family had - even if that meant a few practice battles. Hakuna had gotten much better about it, of course. Mvua might even have described her as compassionate, to a certain extent. The battles or beatings or whatever else had long since dwindled in frequency, and her master had even taken her cubs into her own care. But despite the relative calm that had settled into her life, the battered white lionness was still constantly tense - ever-afraid of the inherent sense of evil in the demon pride, incessantly cursing herself for having borne demons, and most of all, dearly, dearly missing her beautiful Tamana and the three cubs he had been able to rescue. She had not seen them since that day. And in her defeated heart, she knew she likely never would again.