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Post by Faraja;; on Nov 28, 2020 3:58:40 GMT
Green eyes shimmered in that darkness, and she moved in the shadow to keep away from prying eyes. She had left the comforts of Pride Rock a few hours prior before the sun went down. All she had wanted lately was to have some time to herself, there had been so much going on lately. Faraja knew that her cubs would be fine without her for a night, they were practically teenagers and her eldest two were fully grown. Which gave her more freedom then in the past. She left her family in the care of the pride, stating that she would be back tomorrow sometime. If she was being honest with herself, she needed a moment to grieve. She needed to grieve for her family, and how things were still not completely normal. Normalcy seemed to be more of a fantasy then reality anymore. Faraja stepped easily over the line between the Pride Lands and the neighboring outlands.
There was no one in the Outlands that could scare her. No lion pride had claimed the territory and mostly it was just jackals and hyenas that roamed here. Neither spooked her. It amazed her how easy it was to just leave, to walk away and go somewhere else. A few years ago it would have been hard to exit her home land. She wouldn't have wanted to leave. Now though, she felt the urge to roam more and more. Faraja knew the Outlands rather well, she had been visiting here quite a bit. Her paws found familiar paths, and soon the yellow toned feline arrived at the watering hole. It was one of her favorite spots here and tonight would be no different.
Getting a nice long drink, she soon found a comfortable rock to lounge on. She sprawled out in a heap, enjoying the heat that still made that rock warm. Rolling onto her back she stared up at the night sky from the Outlands. Feeling more at peace. In the quiet her mind began to wander off. She thought of her brothers and how everything had fallen apart. She thought of her parents. How her father had been so strict with them growing up... how he had treated one brother better then the other. How no matter what Taka had never been good enough.
She thought of Mufasa's untimely death, how everything had changed after that. How Taka had murdered his own guard and became a tyrant. How the entire pride suffered under his leadership. Then Simba coming home out of no where and basically killing the King. He hadn't even recognized Zira as a former Queen.. and that had started the troubles now. The pride was split on many things.. and it was only getting worse.
Faraja had a feeling in her stomach.. a bad feeling. That life was going to change soon, and may never really be the same ever again. It was hard to accept things for what they were. It was hard for her to see her one brother as good and the other as evil. It was hard to ignore Taka's death. To pretend it hadn't broken her heart to see him dead and gone. They had been close when they were young. Now.. it was all over.
She felt a tear slip down her cheek as she continued to stare up at the night sky. Wishing for a sign that all was well.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2020 6:32:38 GMT
Malka was not normally one to stray from Pride Rock during the night. But, he had felt a need to be away from the pride to just have a relaxing evening. He had slowly settled into the he pride by now, but there were days he didn’t mind being away from the caves, finding a comfortable but easily protectable area for himself. He had slept in such dens all his life, so an occasional step away helped him not feel so homesick or reminded of the desperation he had left that had been his own pride. His dusty brown pelt blended almost perfectly with the flat boulder he had found himself lounging on, eyes fixated on the night sky. It was clear and beautiful that night. No clouds, no scent of a storm, just a peaceful, star-filled void. The shorter-than-usual male let out a contented sigh, settled down in anticipation for a quiet, problem free night by then. A few hours had passed since he trekked out this way, feeling the late night sounds beginning to lull him to sleep...that was soon interrupted as a scent caught his attention. Lifting his head, the black-maned male tilted his head curiously. The scent reminded him of Simba and Mufasa, yet it was unique enough he knew it was neither of them. Another of the royal family perhaps? Malka took a moment to sniff and taste the air, pinpointing where the scent was strongest before pushing himself from his resting spot and jumping down to follow Faraja’s scent. The further along he went, the more he realized it seemed to be leading to the border. The Outland border to be exact. Was the lioness patrolling or doing some last minute hunting? He knew some did prefer the darkness to hunt as opposed to broad daylight where they could be seen far more easily. It wouldn’t hurt to confirm either way surely. Soon enough though, the male stopped. Realization struck swiftly as he found himself standing at the border, realizing the individual’s scent indeed had gone this way, over the border itself. Malka hesitated to react, glancing back over his shoulder with uncertainty to follow. But, it was one of his pridemates who had left their territory under the cover of darkness. Were they leaving? Simply being adventurous? Curiosity tugged at the adult male too much to ignore the situation, taking his first steps across the border with caution, ears twitching and perked for signs of hyenas, jackals, or anything else to alert him of dangers. After all, the Pridelanders and hyena clans weren’t on the best of terms, which made this venture quite precarious. But, he pushed on, feeling familiar dusty and rocky terrain beneath his paws. It was an environment he was most adapted to, feeling a faint sense of familiarity that allowed him to move with more confidence, moving surprisingly quiet across the cracked earth as he followed Faraja’s scent all the way to the watering hole. Crouched at first among the shadows, Malka quickly spotted the golden lioness, her coat standing out even in the darkness. Strange. She only seemed to be lounging about, staring up at the stars and seeming lost in her own thoughts. His mentally searched the faces to remember this lioness, taking a few minutes before it registered, Faraja. He had never really talked or interacted with her, but he was aware enough to know she was indeed part of the royal family, which made her being here alone all the more puzzling. “ Is it really so wise to be out here alone?” Malka finally spoke, his deep voice not being hard to miss as he emerged from the darkness, brown eyes glowing in the darkness. “ Even if you are seeking time away from home, it wouldn’t hurt to have a lookout at least keeping an eye out from a distance.” Tags: Faraja;;
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Post by Faraja;; on Dec 7, 2020 20:42:55 GMT
Time was a fluid thing, and she had lost track of it as the night went on. She wasn't one to get emotional but sometimes it truly couldn't be helped. Her grief was rather unique at least compared to the other members in the pride. Most only grieved for one of the brothers, but she was grieving for both of them. It was hard to accept that both of her siblings were dead, she wasn't even that old. They should all still be here together ruling this vast beautiful land. Instead, they were both in the earth and she had to watch her home and family slowly fall apart. Faraja wasn't sure what the future held anymore, who would ultimately come out on top. She knew it wasn't going to be easy. Unfortunately as far as she was concerned both sides of the pride had equal right to the throne and title of King. Simba was the only son her late brother Mufasa had produced before he died. Simba was a heir to the land. However, Scar had also produced many cubs and they all had the same rights as Simba. Their father had been a King and had died as one.
Which meant any of them could lay a claim to the throne, it seemed that everyone was ignoring that possibility. The same went for Zira, she had been a Queen for many seasons before Simba came home and killed her mate. Instead of doing things formally the pride had just moved on while the Queen's hunting party had been away. When she had returned there had been a brand new King... and no one even bothered to really find out her opinion on the matter. The young King seemed content on ruling his Kingdom and ignoring all the drama he and his young Queen had started. The tension was rising slowly between different groups in the large pride, and she herself would eventually have to make a choice. She wasn't sure what she would decide. If she sided with Simba would she even be recognized as one of the royal family?
If she sided with Zira would she have to abandon her title and leave? It was such a hard time for her. She was torn in the middle between both sides of her family. Faraja cared deeply for all of her nieces and nephews. The situation was enough to drive one crazy.
“Is it really so wise to be out here alone?”
The voice startled her from her thoughts, and on instinct she leapt to her feet. Teeth bared and claws extended as she expected to see a hyena or some other creature. Green eyes moved through the shadows before they fell on a lion. He looked familiar to her but not on a personal level. By the look of him he was around Simba's age maybe a bit older or younger. Inhaling his scent she recognized his scent as one of the pride. Drawing in a deep breath she stared at the younger male with a slight smirk on her face. "It's probably not very wise but it is necessary. I need a break from pride life." She stated simply with a roll of her shoulders, trying to appear more casual then she really felt. He really had spooked her.
“Even if you are seeking time away from home, it wouldn’t hurt to have a lookout at least keeping an eye out from a distance.”
A part of her knew he wasn't wrong, it wasn't exactly safe for a lion to be here. Let alone a royal lion. They had acquired a bunch of enemies over the generations. "I've never needed a guard before, but if you are volunteering to be one I won't say no." She told him a amused tone to her voice. Indeed she was always open to getting to know someone new. "My question is why are you out here? Shouldn't you be back at Pride Rock snuggled up in the den?" She asked him sarcastically.
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Post by Mifupa on Dec 8, 2020 21:36:48 GMT
“Y’all shouldn’t be here you know.”
For a guy who smelled like the tomb, Mif’s ability to be sneaky when he wanted to was shocking. Mostly the trick was knowing which way the wind was blowing. Having then chosen to give himself away by speaking, he took a step out from the overhang. Mifupa’s face was cast in stark shadows as he looked down. His eyes sockets in particular were nearly black thanks to the lighting, appropriately making the undertaker’s face appropriately more skull-like. He stopped moving after a single step, nearly falling back into the background of the rock wall he was up on.
Mif knew his race got a reputation for being stupid, which was of course utter bull. He’d stayed downwind and had the higher ground, if things went south. And being smaller and not having to lean back on brute force, he was clever about getting out of trouble. Though Mif had nothing to gain from attacking, and his body language was clearly nonaggressive. He did have some genuine concern: an inattentive lion was begging to get destroyed by hungry predators. Pride (heh) and overconfidence in the face of other carnivores got plenty of lions killed before. He’d seen it happen… and prepared their bodies.
“Wrong neighborhood n’ junk,“ he continued, taking a few steps.
Moving further into the full starlight, the stark shadows dissipated, better revealing his features. In particular, the gentle chilled out wide smile on his face. Mif was the farthest thing from hostile, but wasn’t overly friendly— his demeanor was overwhelmingly casual. He appeared to focus on a specific spot on the rock ledge and then laid down on it. A paw papped on one of the larger stones in a pile near him, as he privately took bets on whether or not these two would be speciesist buttheads to him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2020 17:30:58 GMT
Malka tensed only slightly as Faraja reacted as anyone would. She appeared to have been far too deep in her own thoughts to have realized she had been followed. Not that he had been trying to spook her. Curiosity had driven him to follow the royal lioness, one older than himself yet there was no mistaking her resemblance to the late Mufasa he had dearly respected. Why would she have gone out this far alone?
He got his answer once she relaxed and amusingly responded needing time away from pride life. Perhaps more so their own pride as a whole. “I suppose that’s fair; things are a lot more different than when I first got lost in the Pridelands as a cub.” Malka acknowledged, having relaxed once more and pulling himself onto the second half of the broken boulder, his smaller-than-normal size more apparent in the moonlight. Given her demeanor and tone, she didn’t appear to be annoyed with his presence or interrupting her thoughts, seeming more amused than anything. But, he silently noted to himself how caught off guard she had been. He didn’t know whether to admire her bravery for risking the hyenas catching her off guard as he had, or thinking her foolish for being so careless. Perhaps that was just his own cautious nature talking, knowing a rocky terrain didn’t always mean lesser chances of being caught.
Still, he gave a faint smile, finding her sarcasm amusing in return. “I spent my whole young life snuggled up to rocks, I much prefer a flat boulders out in the plains these days.” He told her in his own amused tone. “But I got curious since you don’t see many lions wandering around late at night on their own and sneaking over the border.” He gave a light shrug. “Naturally, I’m sure you are more than a capable lioness, but it only seems fair to be concerned for a fellow pride member don’t you think? Especially to get your thoughts in order way out in hostile territory.” Malka wouldn’t be surprised if he got a whack to the ear or chased off in irritation for his reasoning, but he was only being honest if his reasons for being there.
The sudden third voice made the dusty brown lion whip his head around, warily eyeing the hyena partially cast in shadow at first. And this is why having a look out would come in handy. Like him, Mifupa seemed skilled in stealthily moving about the rocks, staying downwind to avoid detection and remaining on higher ground. His casual demeanor also made it difficult to judge intent, making Malka not exactly react in hostility but he didn’t bother hiding his suspicion either, “So we noticed.”
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Post by Faraja;; on Dec 14, 2020 4:42:08 GMT
Keepig her eyes locked on the male lion she smirked slightly, at least he wasn't boring company. Most of the pride was quite boring now that all of the drama had died off. They had rallied so well when Scar had been King, having to survive on scraps. They had to rely on each other to stay alive and that made everyone care about one another. Now that life had returned to normal the pride itself was breaking into small groups just like they had done when Mufasa had ruled. It was one of the things that annoyed her so much, and so she had become more and more reclusive. Faraja kept herself well hidden even in plain view of other lions. She was quite good at blending into the background so no one would actually bother her. However it would seem that her venture had not gone unnoticed and she hoped no one else from the actual pride would show up here.
“I spent my whole young life snuggled up to rocks, I much prefer a flat boulders out in the plains these days.” He told her in his own amused tone. “But I got curious since you don’t see many lions wandering around late at night on their own and sneaking over the border.” He gave a light shrug. “Naturally, I’m sure you are more than a capable lioness, but it only seems fair to be concerned for a fellow pride member don’t you think? Especially to get your thoughts in order way out in hostile territory.”
"Being that I am technically a royal lion I should becareful. However most do not know that I am a daughter of Ahadi and Uru. I am their only living daughter, the only remaining member of that family. I come here and I feel peace. Peace is something I've always chased." Faraja told him softly. She had always sought time away from her family and pride, ever since she was a cub herself. It was a habit she enjoyed quite frequently.
The approach of the hyena came seemingly out of nowhere, she felt her fur bristle slightly in response to his commentary. "I go where I wish to go. I'm not here to cause any other creature harm. Whether they be lion, leopard, or hyena. I'm here to escape my own problems." Faraja turned her head to watch Mifupa curious as to why a lone hyena was here talking to lions. She noticed that Malka hadn't become aggressive so she remained neutral as well.
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