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Post by zira on Oct 24, 2020 18:41:15 GMT
The king had returned, the pride rejoiced. With him had come the rains, the drought coming to an abrupt end - the salvation they had all longed for brought with, apparently, the greatest of surprises. He had taken down Scar, chased out the hyenas, and things had started to return to the way they were supposed to be. At least that was how they all saw it. Their faith in the powers of unseen beings was absolute - clearly the great kings had been angry, that is why they had all suffered so... There was no other explanation, right?
Zira shook her head as she thought of it all, disgusted with a pride she had once held dear. They didn't see the other side of this - how much she had lost in order for them to gain. Scar, they all claimed, had been a dictator. Thanks to that lying golden brute, he was portrayed as a monster. But all he had done was try to make the best of a difficult situation. Simba has caused a stampede in which Mufasa had tragically been killed before running away like the coward he was. Scar, despite his own loss, had stepped up to rule the pride - putting his own grief aside to try and ensure the pride did not fall apart. Of course, he had brought the hyenas and that was his biggest mistake even if he had the best of intentions. Even she, a newcomer, knew the difficulties between the pride and the hyena clan - it went back generations. By bringing them in, he'd hoped to try and end that feud. Unfortunately, his plan came at the worst of times. A drought soon began and the pride struggled to feed itself, a situation only worsened by the presence of the clan. But still he persevered. He did his best to lead them, and she as his queen gave everything she could to try and support that. Her and her hunting party would travel days to pick up even a scent of prey - not to mention lugging it back when they managed to get a kill and trying to fend of the hyenas so the lionesses could feed. But that was not enough... Somehow, in all of this joy her efforts had been forgotten; her mate's memory had been tainted; and she'd managed to become portrayed as the bad one.
Her ears pressed against her skull as she made her way down the path, now discernible from the land around it. She'd often used this place to get away in the past, now it was a place where she could escape the joy... A place where she didn't have to feel bad for the tears she shed for her lost mate. She needed to grieve, to try and forgive - but she would never forget what Simba had done.
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Post by Amari <3 on Oct 28, 2020 3:35:33 GMT
It was odd for her to admit, but she often felt off now that the drought had ended. Amari had been birthed in a time of shadows, and as such she had become rather fond of the darkness. Overnight, with her father's flesh digesting in hyena bellies the rain began to fall. It hadn't stopped for days, flooding the entire area with much needed rain. Within a fort night of the savior's return the pride lands was booming with life. For once in her life she didn't have to struggle to find food and eat. In her mind it was rather odd seeing her body becoming healthy once again, to find muscle where once only skin was. Amari had stayed away from the main part of the pride since the new King had been crowned. She didn't want to accept him for that meant she would have to forget her father.
Scar hadn't been the best father to her or any of his offspring but she had a bond with him. He had told her countless stories and tales of old. It was something she had grown to adore about her father, and now she would never hear another story again. The thought was enough to make a shiver run down her spine. This particular day was no different, Amari found herself departing from Pride Rock with no real destination in her mind. Instead she allowed her paws to guide her where ever they decided to go.
A familiar scent tickled her nose, green eyes shifted to and fro as she looked for the owner of said smell. It didn't take long for her gaze to fall on Zira. She hadn't been able to spend much time with the lioness since Simba's return. For the first few weeks her mother had made her and her sister stay close. Now it wasn't as important because everything was perfect. The pride was safe and free to do as they wish. For a moment she watched the lioness, wondering if she should bother her or not.
Amari decided to approach her, making sure she snapped on twigs and walked heavily so she would hear her. The last thing she wanted to do was scare her. Zira was someone she respected and clearly cared for. She was like a second mother to her, someone she desired attention from. Zira was a symbol of strength and pride to her, and it made her upset to know how broken she had to be. Clearing her throat the teenager came to sit beside where she was.
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Post by zira on Oct 30, 2020 17:12:10 GMT
The snap of a twig behind her caused the female to tense, her ears folding flat against her skull as she turned to see who had followed her. But on seeing the form of Amari, she visibly relaxed once more and a smile even tugged at the corners of her mouth - betraying a fondness for the other that many might have missed. Even Zira had to admit that, despite enjoying her solitude these last few weeks, there were those she missed. Her hunting party, many of Scar's cubs... She had spent so much time with them, trying to build up a bond that they had become a part of her. More so than she might have realized had the unfortunate situation they were currently in not occurred. Even more so, she missed Sarabi... But Zira could not face her friend right now - she didn't want her own grief to taint the other lioness' joy that her son had returned.
Zira moved smoothly toward the young lioness, bumping her head against her shoulder affectionately as she spoke her name.
"Amari..." Her tones were soft, warm, full of tenderness. "It is a pleasant surprise to see you, I thought your mother was going to hold you prisoner forever. Although, I guess she's happier now that..." Her sentence trailed off, the words left unsaid but all too clear. Now that Simba had returned. Now that Scar was gone. Most rejoiced, hailing Simba as a savior but they did not see the other side of things... They did not understand the pain that some members of the pride felt, or the holes left in the lives of those he had left behind. Scar had done his best for this pride, only for the treacherous lionesses to act as if he was the villain of the story. Anger bristled beneath the surface at the very thought but she pushed it away for now - this was not the time, nor the place.
"Perhaps there is something I can do for you, my dear?"
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Post by Amari <3 on Nov 1, 2020 2:54:57 GMT
"My mother is preoccupied with the new baby. My sister gave birth to her second cub a male named Kiongozi." To say Amari was bitter would be a understatement, everyone was so happy with the new royal couple. Most of the pride had already moved on from their prior King and act almost like he had been a mere curse. That they had been punished and this Simba was a savior. It was so hard to keep her mouth shut when she heard all the gossip and talk of the new royal family. Once upon a time it had been her that had been doted on, had been important. Now she was truly a no one to this pride and even her family. Neither her mother or older sister paid her much attention.
Amari had taken the opportunity to leave when her mother had been approached about cub sitting. As Sarafina took on the care for the newborn, and she had snuck off without looking back. She had no time for that cub, and couldn't stand the thought of being around him. Already, the pride was talking about a ceremony to celebrate the birth of a male heir to the throne. The second born cub, the first male cub born to a royal in years. They didn't really count her brother Nuka. He was constantly over shadowed by most and rarely even talked about. Even the healer Rafiki was going to come to this ceremony. "Everyone is getting ready for the ceremony..." She told the other lioness with a heavy sigh, it was difficult.
No one had approached her and asked how she was. She had lost her father, a rather large part of her life. She had loved her dad, loved the stories he would tell. Love his charming laugh and protective nature. Now it was lonely. She could only imagine how Zira felt. Amari returned the affection openly, rubbing her small frame against that of her step mother. Nuzzling her shoulder she leaned on her for quite some time. "How are you doing? I haven't seen you in the den lately.. how is Nuka and the cubs?"
She questioned softly.Hoping that she could offer the other lioness some sort of relief and comfort. |
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Post by zira on Nov 13, 2020 10:02:05 GMT
Another 'royal' child? Zira's face scrunched in disgust at the very thought. Her own son, Kovu, was the rightful heir to this land and these imposters were getting away with murder. She muttered under her breath, shaking her head. But at least it had allowed Amari to return to her side.
"How... Wonderful." Her tones were sarcastic - the pride would celebrate this birth, they would present him to the great kings like some kind of trophy. There had been no such charade when Nuka had been born, nor Kovu. Rafiki had refused to even come and greet her children. The bias against Scar had always been clear, all because their king had died and Simba gone. How was this fair? Was she expected to take these insults without a word? That was how it seemed. They wanted her to bow to her superiors and pretend she didn't want to destroy those cubs.
"Let them have their ceremony. I for one will not be attending. They can take it how they will..." Then the conversation changed. Amari mentioned Nuka, and the others, and her gaze softened. She let out a slight say, releasing her anger before speaking. "Nuka grows well. He is not strong, but I think their is potential within him. But he is clingy, he needs my approval, and so I must push him away - he needs to learn to rely on himself more. As for the cubs... Vitani and Kovu grow stronger and more wonderful with each day. Oh, Amari, they are my world. All I have left of Scar is those three."
Speaking of which, she needed to round up her brood soon. Their lessons needed to continue. She would not allow them to forget who they were, or where they came from.
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Post by Amari <3 on Nov 17, 2020 21:26:45 GMT
She listened to the older lioness speak, nodding silently in agreement. It was hard for her, constantly being caught in the middle. Her mother and older siblings wanted her to be happy for them. How could she be happy for Nala? In her mind the other lioness had gone out of her way to ruin Amari's life. She had been so content with her father and how things were, she had loved him. He had been kind to her always, and the idea that her own flesh and blood ruined that for her. It was horrendous. Yet, she had to attend all of these ceremonies and sit around pretending she was okay with it. The few times she had mentioned her discomfort to her mother had ended in a argument. So she rarely spoke about it anymore. It wasn't worth the anger and the tears that always came from speaking of her father Scar.
"I have to attend the ceremony, my mother already told me it is expected of me and Iniko." Amari stated softly with a slight droop of her shoulders. She didn't want to be involved in the celebration. It wasn't that she hated Kion,he was just a baby, but she did hate his parents. Drawing in a heavy breath she listened to Zira speak of her offspring. Honestly she was very glad they were all doing okay. The mention of Nuka made her frown just slightly, her half brother always did seek approval. It had been something he was obsessed with getting.....She remembered all the times he tried to gain their father's approval but somehow he always managed to mess it up for himself.
Instead Scar had decided Kovu would be his heir. Amari knew that had to hurt Nuka, but it was ultimately Scar's choice for his family. "You should try to come around more often, we miss you at home. I miss your hunting lessons." A part of her hoped Zira would start coming around more often, it would make her own life a bit better. She wanted someone around that understood her grief outside of her twin sister Iniko.
Turning her green eyes upwards she saw some thunder clouds building in the distance. A storm was on it's way. |
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