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Post by zira on Dec 10, 2020 12:29:32 GMT
Predictably, the reaction to her arrival was mixed. Sarafina was tense, Tama at least tried to seem cordial, but others were welcoming. She tried to smile, but moved herself to the edge of the group already questioning the wisdom in her coming. These lionesses were capable, and the truth was she felt so uncomfortable. Many of these lionesses were the ones that painted Scar so badly, or otherwise just seemed against her. But if she was ever to find her place here again, she had to try... Nakala's presence at least was a comfort, it was nice to see the former princess integrating. But talk swiftly moved on and a zebra became the subject of conversation - an injured old nag. If they were lucky it would feed a few mouths, but Zira herself found it lacking in scale. A party this size could have hunted something far more substantial, but every one else seemed to think it was a brilliant idea.
"I suppose it will do." Unlike Sarafina, she wasn't going to sing this teen's praises. It was information, a potentially easy meal, but it was nothing special. Still, she held back her sarcasm and desire to hit a bigger target, accepting the views of the wider party. Nakala talked of observing, and Zira sighed to herself. This was going to be a long, by-the-books hunt it seemed. Still, it could be a good lesson, potentially.
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Post by zira on Nov 16, 2020 15:28:07 GMT
When Sarabi had mentioned the hunt to her, Zira had not committed to showing up. Even though she was officially a huntress in the pride she had felt unwelcome among them since she had returned. Of all the lionesses she had tried to support as queen, Sarabi had been one of the few who'd tried to reach out to her. She understood the pain she carried, and she hadn't exactly pressured her to attend either. But as the day had passed, the slender ess had grown more frustrated with herself. Why should she avoid the hunt? She was a member of this pride and she'd done nothing wrong. She just had a different opinion to many of the other lionesses. So it was that she made her way across the pridelands to meet with the others.
When she arrived she dipped her head quietly to Sarabi, completely ignoring Sarafina. The traitor queen's mother was nobody she really wanted to associate with. She might have been a good huntress, but she couldn't pretend not to dislike the other's child and the friction between them had been growing for some time. Her red eyes crossed the others who were here, too, and she offered a nod to those as well. It wouldn't do to punish them for the crime of the others. She barely knew them - especially the youngest - but she would at least try to be civil. After all, how else was she to sway minds?
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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 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 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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