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 Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 8:34 pm
He was Mwako'damu, Mwako sounded so much stronger and he adopted that as the name he wanted others to call him. Family got the exception though, because they were family afterall. The fur atop his head was londer, almost itchy, and he huffed as he wandered in circles, watching his sister upon a duyne looking towards their mother's work. He wanted to just drag her over, show her the images, but something she said didn't make sense.
She wasn't allowed.
It confused him, and through the words within the pride he had learned the truth. Mwako'damu knew his mother's anguish over the matter, but she tried to be strong, she was firekin afterall. But father, he was unsure how he took the news, how he felt that his own daughter who bore hi mark proudly on her pelt, would have to leave.
He wanted to challenge someone, to let her stay.
Mwako'Nakama was as her brother, part of this pride, born strong with fire in her heart. But this news, she didn't like it, and she was constantly thinking of ways to make herself better, more visually pleasing. Red berries, mud, blood, anything. She looked on in sadness as her mother worked far off, she didn't want to pester, pressure, Nakama didn't want to break any rules. But what rule was created to force her out? She frowned and turned away, walking down the dune towards her brother.
It wasn't fair.
As she got close to him she sat silently, looking forward, towards hte roguelands. She felt anger, wanted to be brighter and more red and vibrant like her sister, even darker like Gaddith. Where was he anyway?
Did father know? Her ears fell back slightly, what would he say, that she isn't good enough? She was of sand and sunset light, fire flickering faint, but the start of a blaze. She was good enough, could no one else see?
"Where is he?"
"I don't know," Mwako hudded, swayed his tail. They needed to forge a plan.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 2:19 am
Gaddith had been born large and strong. As a newborn he had almost dwarfed his siblings and had always had his milk when he'd wanted it. At that stage, he was unaware of much else beyond his most basic of needs- and he had been forceful to have them. Sinbad had seen this and, for whatever reason, had grown suspicious of the cub. His first litter had fully grown and were slowly climbing their way higher through the pride. Kenna, his sister, was still among the higher-ups.
However, when Gaddith had a little more awareness of himself and his littermates, he had shown an obvious softness that was not becoming of Sinbad's proud line. He'd surrender his place at his mother's side for one of his siblings, groom them when his mother was unable to, and often times settled smaller squabbles.
He was given the very appropriate name of Gaddith. For it's strong meaning, it was enough to have the pride question his place among them. While his future wasn't etched in stone like his sister's- it was perhaps as unfortunate. Unlike his sister- he was unaware of the curse his father had laid on him.
He'd been out on his own again, climbing the rough rocks beyond the pride's boarders. Hunting crickets and locust was all well and good, but they were hardly filling and weren't exactly the most tasty of things. Instead, he took to stalking rodents. Most were fond of the rocky terrain. There were sparse patches of grass where they could feet and plenty of rocks to hide in. It was rough on a young cub's body, but over time he was growing used to it. His paws had hardened and his strength grew with every hunt.
That evening, the black cub returned with a young hare dangling by it's neck from his maw. It had been his largest kill yet- though it came at a price. It's small claws had done a number on his face as he'd pinned and slashed at it. The rabbit hadn't gone down without a fight. His wounds had stopped bleeding, but remained red and raw along his ebony coat.
He paused and narrowed his eyes, squinting against the fading sunlight. Eventually, the two figures registered. Brightening, the cub picked up his pace. Maybe he was a little late... and they'd stayed out waiting for him? There could be rogues about!
As he approached, he dropped the hare to the ground and gave a heavy sigh. "It's getting dark. You shouldn't be so far from the den. I told you I wouldn't be too long."
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 6:30 pm
"As if you should be worried, Gaddith," Mwako'damu smirked, flicking his tail, eying the hare. "Father would be displeased if he knew you doubted me," he was going to say us, but then again, Nakama was small, fragile some called her because of the color of her pelt. Damu huffed, his paws digging into the sand. Let a rogue come, he would find the wrath of a true blood firekin in his way, ready for battle.
Someday, Mwako'damu would make his father so very proud of him.
"Besides, it took you long enough, the little thing give you some trouble?" he loved to egg his brother on, but he knew also, it was encouragement, even if eh didn't say it outright.
"Leave him alone," Mwako'nakama sighed, staring at the ground. Her mind was still captured on the future, what would happen, her mother still would not divulge all of the details, and it made her angry, doubtful, hopeless almost. She needed to seek someone out, change her color, paint herself black like the night, anything.
"Besides, Gaddith, you were out alone too," though Gaddith was larger than her, side by side he almost towered over her. Why couldn't she be proper? But then again, why couldn't she be proper with how she was, for the firekin?
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