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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 1:25 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 1:48 pm
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Safiya raised her head up languidly, turning with a pleasant expression toward the voice of her king and friend. She had been relaxing, enjoying the sight of the children playing and the beauty of the desert backdrop. The peacefulness of the scene had lulled her into a dreamy state. "Here, Muroki," she called to him, pulling herself up to a seated position.
Though she was mildly puzzled at what he wanted to talk with her about, she assumed it was either to perhaps chat about the children or make plans for the coming battle. The first would be welcome, but the second...necessary. Not exactly fun, but, something she would have to stop putting off thinking about. "How does this day find you, my king?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 1:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 2:11 pm
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Safiya nodded smilingly, sincerely interested in her friends' words. She had not known about Muroki's venture into the temple; if she had heard of it, it probably had not registered the importance or danger of it. But had she known he had gone into such danger and come out alright, she would not be so passive in her happiness to see him again. As it were, with only a distant cloud of worry ahead of her, Safiya's mind was serene.
"Oh, yes," she said warmly. But before she could go on sharing the little details of her day, something in his tone of voice stopped her. Still not worried, Safiya nodded. She caught the eye of Banda, her oldest boy who always jumped at the chance of watching the children for a few minutes. Giving him a look which was understood to mean she would be away temporarily, she felt fairly safe to follow Muroki's lead out of earshot of the others. Her eldest boy took his job seriously; he was responsible. And besides, the cubs were getting older now and knew not to wander off far. Time passed so quickly...
Shaking herself out of the nostalgia, she smiled at Muroki curiously. "Yes, my king? What is it?" There was no anxiety in her voice; she did not know what to expect him to say, but as usual, expected nothing bad.
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 2:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 9:31 am
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Her memories? Why, Safiya wasn't sure. She thought hard, trying to find her earliest, clearest memory. It was of her playing with some other little cub in a field of grass. But they had both been alone; Safiya remembered feeling lost and lonely. Quizzically, she looked at Muroki. "I'm not sure what you mean. My old memories are very fuzzy. But of course, they were not all very happy. I remember the important things, the good things from when I came with you to live here." Safiya smiled.
But then her smile faded a bit. "You are right, though. Ever since we came here I've been getting flashes of things..do they call it deja vu? Sometimes I turn around and could have sworn...sometimes things feel so familiar...Like the way the sand feels in my paws, or if a warm breeze tousles my hair just so..." Her face scrunched into a confused expression as she tried to grasp harder onto those little glimpses of feeling.
They eluded her, however, and she gave up. Shrugging it off with a smile, Safiya looked at her friend cheerily, waiting for him to continue.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 2:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 2:40 pm
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((I know Taka is younger than Safi, but since the timelines are kinda off I'm probably gonna have to fudge her memories a bit. Hope thats okay ^^ I don't know how else to make it work.))
Safiya sat, serenely smiling for a moment after Muroki had finished speaking. Slowly, though, as the words sunk in, the smile dissolved and her eyebrows knitted. It felt like...like...something grabbed hold of her heart and was banging it against her ribs. She stared at him desperately in confusion; she wanted to speak but her throat felt choked off. Her thoughts were swirling like a sandstorm.
"Takasika?" Takasika, Takasika. The name tossed around in her head. Safiya closed her eyes, feeling dizzy, and images came to her. A tiny, pale yellow ball of fluff curled up next to her in a warm den. Aqua eyes sparkling at her as they played tag among the dunes.
Safiya opened her eyes but still felt dizzy as old memories floated before her. Her eyes searched Muroki's, wanting more answers, but not knowing how to put voice to everything going on in her head. "My brother? My brother...I remember....little things. But...I had a brother, Muroki! And he's alive? Is he okay? Can we get him out?"
She knew in her heart that this was her brother. Memories would take a while to resurface, but just hearing his name had sparked something. Oh, how she wanted to see him! There was so much she wanted to know.
She beamed, and her paws fairly danced. "Muroki, I have a brother and he's alive!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 4:08 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 7:44 am
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The sudden joyful realization that she had a living, breathing blood relative was soon overshadowed by other thoughts. He had been captured; he was a prisoner of the vultures. This was bad news. Safiya's heart suddenly sank. She wanted to go to him immediately, beat up those vultures with her own paws and free him.
So many thoughts swirling inside her head. She had a brother - he was a prisoner - but for how long had he been the slave of the vultures? Why couldn't she remember his face? Her heart ached and went out to him; her eyes filled with tears. To hear she had a brother and yet not be able to see him...it was like dangling all her hopes and dreams in front of her face and then taking them away again.
Safiya's face became determined, seriously - a rare look. "Vile birds," she said with real anger. "Vile, evil things. I hate them. You will get him out, won't you Muroki?" Her shining blue eyes turned to him, one of the lions she trusted and respected most in the world. "You'll rescue my brother for me?"
If Safiya had a fighting spirit, she would have stormed into that temple herself. But her body had never been trained for battle; she knew she would be nothing more than a nuisance to the Dawnwalker soldiers or an easy target for the vultures. But oh, right now, Safiya burned to take them on. She put her trust in Muroki to do this for her, what she could not do on her own.
It hadn't quite dawned on her yet that if her brother had been captured by the vultures, then her parents must have originated from these lands, making her a true Dawnwalker. That would not come later, until she had calmed down and was able to think clearly.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 6:44 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 9:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2008 11:20 am
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