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Though, time has passed, and a bit of it's beauty is returning. Flowers sprout out of the dry ground, and sharp-bladed grasses prick up through the cracks rippling all through it. A shriveled, broken tree hangs over the plain, a rotten excuse for shade. Though, nearby, the waterhole is brimming with life - plants, trees, everything - and the glimmer of water is refreshing.. and consider moving into the shade.. Exits: [G]rasses [P]ridal [S]avannah [N]orthern [B]order [W]ater [H]ole [IC] Mufasa, male adol lion Mufasa _______________________*~ Prince Mufasa ~*__________________________ Before, standing proud and tall is young Prince Mufasa, son of the great king Ahadi. A golden lion with a rich yet not grown mane, coloured in a deep Terra Cotta brown (rich reddish brown.) It covers his head and his face, that holds a proud smile played across his muzzle. With over sized cream-toed paws that he moves about with heavy yet quiet steps. Attached to powerful forearms that have begun to look more muscular then short and clumsy. Having lost his cub chub, he's thinned out, looking lanky but as he grows muscle and bulk replace this. Brown tufted tail dangling astray from his body, gliding on the air at a slow pace, revealing a calm groove in his personality. Dark brow quirking and furrowing, shading his lake red, golden eyes that set a soft gaze. Standing tall and proud, showing off his new mane. He notices you and smiles.. Maisha Young, this Lioness, in the juvenile stage of her life, perhaps nearing adolescence. Long limbed and awkward, at first glance, ribs showing along her flanks. But despite the gauntness of her frame there is a glint in the deep amber of her eyes which marks her as being able to fend for herself. Those eyes are her most, perhaps only, striking feature, set in an area colored more lightly than the rest of her thin, dust brown coat, matching instead her paler throat and belly. A slightly darker tone lies along her back, breaking into a few looping rosettes, hardly visible, that are all the remain of her cub spots. That patterning follows a sharply sloping spine that ends in a long, whippy tail, tufted with longer hair little darker than the rest of her pelt. Maisha slopes in from the direction of the longer, concealing grasses, looking about her warily, the confidence of an acknowledged princess warring with the uncertainty of a youth trying to find her own place. Zimwe'Malaika slinks like the shadow she is, from the direction of the pridelands, pausing when her gaze falls upon young Mufasa, the.. prince. Well, well. Her gaze flickers from him to Maisha, eyes widening as she disengages herself from the shadows, stepping into full light. Zimwe'Malaika Your gaze falls upon what seems the form of an angel. Dark as it is, this feline has a grace and beauty rarely matched. Part of it is her fur, a deep black that sometimes seems red. This pelt covers her from nose to tailtip, only broken by a pure, angelic white that courses down from her chin, chest, stomach, and between her legs. This white is also found in a slim line that runs the length of her from her nose to the tip of her tail. White rings also surround her ice, which are a strikingly beautiful, pale green surrounded by rings of blood. Her face is delicate, muzzle slim, hiding long, dagger-sharp teeth. Her body is also slim, though well-built, and her paws hold razor claws of pure white. She is an angelic beauty, perfect, though she seems... cold, somehow... Mufasa awakens, he had dozed off. Lifting his head, blinking drowsily. He furrows his brows as he notices the two awake. Quiet, he watches for a moment. Maisha glances over to Zimwe'Malaika, hardly moving her head, just her eyes. Then she returns her gaze to in front of herself, not deigning to acknowledge her, seeing just how far she can go with her newly gained confidence. Or, perhaps, defiance. Zimwe'Malaika moves her dark body toward Maisha, her glance more on the male than the young girl, but she speaks to her. "Well, well, well... And what are you doing out here?" she purrs out in a secretive voice, lowering her head to the juvenile's level. Maisha keeps her head lowered for a sulky moment, then her training takes over and she raises her face to look into her mother's eyes. "Just looking," she answers, meekly, her attempt at defiance crumbling when faced again with the reality of her kin. Zimwe'Malaika narrows her eyes slightly before she raises her head once more, nodding once. "Good. Make sure you keep it that way, Maisha." She settles to a spot, sitting on her haunches to rest for a moment. "Tell me, my dear.. what do you see?" Maisha narrows her eyes for a brief moment, focusing, then widens them again and speaks, her voice level and almost emotionless, as if reciting by rote. "I see grass, less of it here. The ground is dry, and cracking. Just a few patches of shade, not enough to shelter much." Zimwe'Malaika nods slowly, her own eyes scanning around. "Why is it like this, Maisha?" she queries the young girl. "What is the reason?" It is good to know why things are the way they are... at least, Zimwe thinks so. But then, she's never been exactly normal. Maisha frowns in concentration, at Zimwe'Malaika's query, then quickly schools her features to neutrality again before saying, with just a hint of uncertainty, "Not enough rain. Weather hasn't been right, here." Ahadi hmmms as he slowly pads in. "Hasn't been right here? How is it supposed to be?" he asks. Zimwe'Malaika narrows her eyes slightly as Ahadi moves into the area, sitting beside Maisha. "Very good," she tells the young lioness. Maisha is too well taught in guile to smile at the praise, but she nods her head, just a fraction, in acknowledgement of it. Ahadi hmmms. "Oh and Mufasa, come along, I have a few things that you must learn...and I must teach you." He glances up towards the black lioness and hmmms "I just realized it now, but you look so familiar." Auanza's form pads in quietly. Auanza Orbs of bloody crimson peer at you from the head of the deathly young adolescent lioness before your. Her form is sleek, legs long and strong, teeth as sharp as her soul is evil. Matching her long legs and sturdy body is her height, even being still young and not full grown she towers over all of her siblings, and they are by no means small. Her demon filled form is the size of a slightly small adult, and with those soulless and unfeeling eyes peering at you, there's nothing else that could possibly come to your mind except to escape the gaze by any way possible. Adorning her body is a long, almost snake like tail, wild and feral. Always lashing behind her, or at least moving, probably searching for it's next victim. Running in a sadistic bloody 'line' across her bony spine is a light distortion of color, not as deep red as freshly spilt blood, but more of a lighter more earthy and natural color. From the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail tip it runs its hellish path, spilling down her sides, slowing fading away to her normal dusky gray coarse tawny fur. Her muzzle long and fairly big for her head, adorned by ears that are always slicked back against her skull, or folded out against the side of her face, never up above her head. Under both of her eyes lay five deep crimson dots, a true deformity to her almost utterly flawlessly malignant form. Truly an asset to making her look more evil, but also draw back to her almost utterly flawlessly malignant from. Her still smallish paws are garnished with five onyx talons, claws one inch long, perfect killing commodities even at this young age. Even without the long blades of death, just the paws alone pack quite a punch when slammed on the head or other part of an animal's body. The voice that flows from her has the unbelievable sound of the arctic winds, cold, merciless, and cruel. Not the voice of someone who could be nice and caring, but a voice of someone thoroughly consumed in the thought of death and destruction. Amazingly enough, this lioness has one weakness, love... the love of another will always shine through her evil intentions. She'd do anything for love, absolutely anything. And even though she is just out of cubhood herself, she is in love with kill other's cubs, to make other parents of other animals writhe in pain at the sight of their cubs torn apart limb by limb and left in a public place for all to see. And then they truly know... she is not only evil... she's also utterly insane.... Maisha remains still, but for her head slowly turning to gaze at Ahadi levelly. She may be young, but when not having to face her dark mother has a reasonable amount of her own confidence. Mufasa looks to his father, "Yes," then to the lioness he speaks to. Furrowing his dark brows, he watches them. Zimwe'Malaika turns her attention from her daughter toward Ahadi, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Well, go figure.." Her gaze falls to the young adult and her own cub, then decides now is not the time to remind him of past experiences. "And how are you, King Ahadi? Still ticking, I see.." Auanza smiles at Mufasa as she spots him, she remembers him... oh yes she does... "Muffy!" She exclaims and trys to follow after him, but then stops as she spots Ahadi and she skids to a stop. "Nevermind..." She says and backs away. Ahadi blinks a little. "I am still ticking yes, though I may be nearing my end...." Zimwe'Malaika rolls her eyes toward the sky before looking to the king. "I remember hearing that before.." she murmurs, standing. Her tailtip flickers at her paws. "So.. this is your little Mufasa, hmm?" she purrs. Mufasa jerks his head to the direction of the sound, his name, to Auanza. He then looks back to the dark lioness, and then to his father. He seems slightly confused, "Um..?" Auanza frowns slightly and pulls back, moving further and further from Ahadi's massive form... yes she is frightened of one thing... Ahadi... She looks to Mufasa and blinks, guessing he doesn't remember her... but that's okay, she's easily forgotten anyways. Maisha freezes, nothing but her eyes moving as she takes in Auanza's massive, threatening form. Not threatening to her personally, of course, but taking chances is never a good idea. Zimwe'Malaika lets her gaze fall upon Auanza's form. Poor thing, scared of Ahadi... Ah well, there's not much that -she- can do. She settles one midnight paw next to Maisha's smaller body, smirking at Ahadi. "I should hope you would know me.. but we shall talk of this later." Ahadi shrugs and glances to Mufasa. "Come along, we have things that must be done." Auanza's tail swishes and she looks at Mufasa again, wondering if he remembers her or not, she looks back up at Ahadi... she remembers him when she was a cub, when her and her sister got yelled at for exploring in his land, she hasn't forgotten that, and probably never will... she will get even for even such a petty thing as yelling at her! She is a leader! The future Queen of the pridelands... her mother told her that... she trusts her dying mother's last words... Mufasa nods and pads over to his father's side. Casting on last glance over his shoulder at the others, to Auanza...He shrugs a little, "Yes father I'm ready." Ahadi nods "Come along Muffy..." Zimwe'Malaika smirks slightly, raising a paw and twiddling her digits in a wave. "See you later, Ahadi... oh yes... we will.." Ahadi glances towards Zimwe. "If you have something to tell me, I expect to hear it before the sun rises tomorrow. I think you know where I am, as you seem to know me." Auanza's crimson eyes suddenly affix themselves upon Zimwe and she sneers a bit, she doesn't like that one... not at all... Zimwe'Malaika gives a wink in Ahadi's direction. "Yes, King Ahadi. Promptly before sunrise." She stops her gaze upon Auanza for a moment, before sending her daughter a look filled with implications and knowledges that only the mother and daughter share. Ahadi growls softly. "Better yet, come now...I want to know what you know..." Maisha shifts her weight slightly, that small movement the only acknowledgement she makes of her mother's look. Greater explanation will, she assumes, come later, and she is willing to wait. Zimwe'Malaika mmms, and shakes her head a little. "I have a previous engagement, actually. But I will be pleased to come later on this night." Ahadi shakes his head, and slowly turns around "You'd better, or I will find you." Zimwe'Malaika stretches out slowly, tail flicking behind her. "Well well.. how interesting." She sits down once more, hmming. "Now.. what to do." Auanza snorts as she watches Ahadi leave, "All high and mighty you think you are! My pride will make sure you fall before us!" She snarls suddenly and splays her paws, suddenly clawing at the dirt. Zimwe'Malaika arches a brow slightly, attention drawn to Auanza's outburst. Auanza looks to Zimwe and smiles innocently, laughing demonicly quietly under her breath... oh yes... she's so innocent isn't she? Zimwe'Malaika eyes the adolescent for a moment before she smiles a slow, toothy smile. Ah yess.. that 'innocence'.. Well. "And who is your pride?" she queries. Auanza smiles softly, "Who? My family... mostly and my 'father' and 'mother' a few others too..." She says quietly, "But we are strong... And I will be Queen soon!" Zimwe'Malaika mmms softly, nodding. "And does this have a name, this pride you will rule?" Auanza nods, "Kifo kwaote..." She says softly, laughing under her breath. Zimwe'Malaika looks thoughtful a moment, then chuckles, nodding slowly. "Kifo Kwaote... I like that." She gives an enticing grin. "Perhaps I shall meet your pride one day." Maisha has not moved throughout this, but her glance flickers to the dark Lioness, wondering if she will mention that her daughter too has the birth- right to a pride. Zimwe'Malaika hmmms, thoughtful a moment. "Wait," she calls toward Auanza, a thought formulating in her mind. Auanza's ear flicks back and she turns, letting her crimson orbs fall upon Zimwe once again, "Yes?" She asks, slightly annoyed. Zimwe'Malaika glances toward her daughter, then the older female. "Perhaps.. a truce for future pride-rulers," she offers in a purr, then scoops a paw behind her young one, pushing her forward a little. "Maisha. Future Queen of Ibilis Ahari." She adds after a moment, "I would hate to see warring from two who strive for the same purpose.." Auanza's tail flicks idly and she smiles evilly, "Prrrhaps... talk to my father about it... although he's never awake anymore..." She snorts, "That's a good thing..." Maisha jolts forward at the paw at her rump, then recovers herself and steps forward with a fraction more grace. She nods to Auanza, civil at least. "Greetings, then," she says in her usual even tone. Zimwe'Malaika eyes Auanza, nodding slowly. "Where would I find him, should he be awake...?" the dark lioness queries in her ever-sweet voice. Taka'Moto's short but large-muscled form moves over the dry ground, towards the other lions. Taka'Moto The tough-looking face of Taka'Moto is covered in a dark brownish-red fur. The circles around his eyes are a dark brown. His muzzlefur is a combination of a grapefruit-like color and peach. His muzzle is short and thick, ending in a large, tough black nose. Everything about this lion is strong and tough, even though he's smaller than the average lioness of the same age. His eyebrows are thick, and shaped evilly. His short black mane covers the top of his head, groomed perfectly. His large paws are the same color as his muzzle, and the rest of his fur is the same color as his face. His eyes are black, and so are his claws and tailtip. Auanza's tail flicks, "You can come through our lands... we all reside in the main den or the cub's den..." She says and then chuckles softly, "Although I am nay a cub now..." She smirks and walks off towards the pridal savannah. Zimwe'Malaika flicks her tailtip, watching Auanza move off, then her gaze falls upon Taka'Moto, and she nods to him. "Taka, hello... do you perchance know where your sister has gone?" Taka'Moto smiles slightly, looking up at Zimwe. "Hey, Ma. Naw...haven't seen her inna while... How you doin'?" Maisha looks away disdainfully, never fond of Taka's easy familiarity. She gazes in the direction of the Water Hole, watching the movements of birds and other small wildlife. Zimwe'Malaika rolls her eyes, throwing up a paw. "I can't keep track of you three.." She sighs, and shakes her head, then smiles at Taka. "Oh, doing fine, just fine.." She stands, and stretches slightly. "Come children... see what will some day belong to you.." She follows Maisha's gaze with her own crimson- lined eyes, then nods. "Yes.. The Water Hole." Taka'Moto walks over quickly, his smile growing. "Hey, Sis." He then turns to follow Zimwe. A slow smile, although others might call it more of a grimace, spreads over Maisha's features. "But not only there?" Her question, directed to her mother, is arch. Zimwe'Malaika mms, head shaking. "Not only there.. but it is a place to start." She raises a paw to her daughter's head, ruffling the fur, before starting off that way. Maisha flattens her ears for a brief moment, new found dignity injured by her mother's casual touch, then shrugs off her own reaction and turns, movements oddly fluid for a frame so awkward, to follow. Waterhole *The* waterhole - a common meeting place for all the creatures in the Pridelands - is laid conveniently in the heart of the savannah. Healthy grasses and plants spring up from the ground, providing shade for the ever-so- common passer-by. The waterhole is brimming with liquid, despite the hot African sun. A catchlight always glimmers on the blue, clear water, whether it from the moon or sun, welcoming the arrivals to take a drink and relax for a brief moment - to forget their worries. Pawprints are all over the mud here, from the giant prints of the great King Ahadi to his cubs, and the zebra's hooves imprinted in the soil. This place is forbidden for blood to be spilt in the water, a penalty for the deed is sure and clear - to ensure the safety of the cubs, and for peace to be kept between this point of neutrality in the plains. Exits: [S]outh to Pride Rock [T]owards the [E]lephant [G]raveyard [IC] Taka'Moto, male juve. lion [IC] Zimwe'Malaika, female black lion [IC] Rafiki, male mandrill [IC] Mufasa, male lion [IC] Ahadi, male lion Rafiki Inquisitive and friendly eyes peer back at you from under the pensive brow of Rafiki, the young mandrill. Lithe and spry, not yet fully muscled (for a mandrill), he is in turns very still and very active. He smells faintly of the earth he is learning to work, and of the herbs he tends. Object carried: Stick Number Forty-Some-Odd Zimwe'Malaika moves toward the water, darkness filled with grace, two of her brood in tow. Hmm, a monkey, she thinks as she spies the mandrill. How.. nice. Mufasa rolls his shoulder where a small gash--or cut--is. It is red but not bleeding; a bruise surrounds it. "There." He indicates one and there is a bruise on his side and on his forearm he indicates those also. Taka'Moto follows Zimwe, looking at the other lions. His emotionless black eyes stop on Mufasa. Maisha swings her head, coolly taking in the various other about, then dismissing them for a moment to gaze at the water's surface, watching the play of ripples with all outward appearance of intense absorption. Rafiki barely notices any newcomers, full attention on the matter at hand, as he inspects the wounds. "Mmmm," declares he sagely. "Yes, yes," he expounds further, and then finally, "Ahh. Ah hah." Ahadi nods. "Well anyway, good job son. Your brother, is next..." Mufasa looks to Rafiki, having caught his breath now, "They're just scrapes?" He glances back to his father and nods, "Yes, well, good luck to him.." Zimwe'Malaika settles her gaze upon 'Moto as she stretches out by the water, watching him watching Ahadi. She is glad, for the moment, that the youngster doesn't know the truth. Her gaze, as do her thoughts, flicker to Maisha. She does, though... The black lioness dwells on this, her ears attuned to Mufasa and Ahadi's words. Rafiki runs his finger over the wound lightly, and moves the limb around. "How does that feel?" murmurs he, bedside manner immaculate. Ahadi shrugs. "For him, a kick to the head might be a good thing" Taka'Moto sits down, facing the monkey and the lions, watching coldly. Mufasa nods a little, moving his brows then down quickly, he then winces a little turning back to Rafiki as he touches the cut. Then he moves the arm, there's no pain really, "Okay I guess..just bruised.." Rafiki nods. "I will wish," he commands softly, "to see this again, and soon." He beams proudly at Mufasa, pride swelling avuncularly for the son of his greatest friend. Mufasa smiles, "Thanks Rafiki." He says, waving his tail once then he diverts his golden gaze away from Rafiki to the others present. Ahadi smiles softly. "Soon, Muffy, soon you shall be a king." Zimwe'Malaika yawns, stretching slightly, she eyes Ahadi. "Maisha.. Moto... why don't you two make friends with... Muffy here?" the midnight queen suggests helpfully, giving Mufasa a charmingly beautiful smile. Maisha turns with slow deliberation from gazing at the water to watching Ahadi and his son. Too well schooled to let her thoughts show in her expression, yet there is a glint in her deep amber eyes that betrays...a certain interest. Rafiki nods serenely at the statement from Ahadi, and finally has a moment to notice the dark lioness who's invaded the serenity of the waterhole with her seemingly sinister presence. Taka'Moto hehs at Ahadi and Mufasa. He looks over at Zimwe, then begins walking over to them, grin-smiling, but his eyes not getting any less cold. Ahadi leans over to Mufasa and whispers. Mufasa looks to his father, smile still on his muzzle, "Yes," is about all he can say, quite proud also of himself to his success. Then his ears swivel to face the source of his name being said once again he looks to Zimwe'Malaika. Mufasa leans toward his father to hear and nods in reply. Then he looks back to the others...quiet.. Taka'Moto sits near Mufasa. "Hey, Muffy." He hehs. Ahadi nods and leans over to whisper to Muffy again. Mufasa nods to his father again, "Okay." He says then looks down to Taka'Moto, "Hello," he greets. Ahadi nods to the black Lioness. "And as for you, come, now." Taka'Moto frowns as Ahadi leads Zimwe away, then looks up to Mufasa again. Rafiki stays close to Mufasa, as is his pleasure. He eyes the young lions keenly, looking almost through them in his placid mandrill way. Taka'Moto's black eyes quickly move to mandrill, then go back to Mufasa. Maisha returns Rafiki's gaze with her own level stare, not about to be intimidated by a primate. Even if he /is/ carrying a stick. Mufasa watches the cubs and raises a brow, unsure what to say, unsure what they wanted him to say. He looks to Rafiki. Rafiki turns to ask Mufasa about the hunt. "Fiiirst kill," he repeats. "Tell Rafiki - was Ahadi not proud?" Taka'Moto stands, walking over to Maisha, then sitting again. Maisha gives her brother a perfunctory nod of acknowledgement, then looks to Mufasa once more, apparently with an intent to stare him down. Arrogant, at times, this young one. Mufasa sighs a little, "Well, I know he wasn't disappointed, yes, I think he was." He looks to the dead kudu, "Big fella. Put up a fight he did. But I was successful, I managed with a few cuts and bruises and," He looks upward and uses a paw to brush down some of his mane, "A nice hair-do." "Rafiki is proud, yes! ...I wish I were but here for the action," he grins. "To see Ahadi's boy - almost a King - in his first and finest moment, pbbbbah!" Mufasa smirks, "Well you got to view the after look, I know that won't be forgotten. When I am teaching my heir I'll warn them about their appearance on the way back." Rafiki shakes his head amusedly. "Sometimes, it is not the appearance of a thing, but the fact of a thing that is important," he enthuses. "...Actually, most of the time." Hmmm. "Well, all the time, my child." Taka'Moto curls up, and sleeps. Mufasa smiles and nods, "Yes." Zazu You hear a soft rustle of feathers, barely audible over the currents of wind. Adjusting your eyes to the bright light radiated from the sun, you see a single, solitary bird fly into sight. You cant get a good look at it while its in the air, but that quickly changes when it lands on a branch. When it lands, you recognize the bird as Zazu the hornbill. This hornbill's beak is the color of the sun during a sunset, and as the color moves towards his face you see another yellow, a yellow of savannah sands. His eyes are a coal black, but there isnt an ounce of blackness in this birds soul. In fact, even though he is very stern, he only acts that way for the well being of the ones he knows. His feathers are a rich sky blue, and on the inside of his wings lies a soft, white color, the color of fluffy clouds. His wings, which are tipped in a darker blue, are used to help him patrol the lands, for resting on his feathery little shoulders lies the responsibility of being the King's majordomo. His tail feathers are a deep blue leading to almost a blackish color, just like his wings. He looks at you, and gives you a slight nod of his head, a silent greeting, before he opens his wings and takes to the sky again. Zazu flies in from the direction of Pride Rock, looking around with his eyes as he lands on his favorite lookout branch. He folds up his wings, and smiles slightly when he sees Mufasa. "Hello sire." Mufasa pricks an ear, hearing a familiar voice. He turns his head to face the source, "Hello Zazu," he greets in his deepening tone. Rafiki drops his stick and sits next to Mufasa, nodding to Zazu as he smacks his lips and drifts off into a nap. Zazu clears his throat, and keeps scanning the area. "So... what's new?" Maisha drops to her haunches, gaze never leaving Mufasa, her stare level, yet veiled in mystery. She knows things she has no plan to tell, and that gives her confidence. Mufasa passes his gaze along the horizon, "Not much.." He says, then his gaze moves down to his wound, "First hunt.." He jerks his head towards the carcass of a small adult Kudu. Zazu catches sight of it, and makes a slight look of concern on his beak. "Sire, are you ok?" He inquires, fluffing his wings up slightly. Mufasa nods and lifts a large paw and waves it, "Oh, yes, I'm fine. Just a mere cut. Rafiki looked at it, just a couple bruises I'll be fine." Zazu reluctantly nods. "Well.... if you say so.." Maisha stands, and turns, moving away on her own business, whatever that might be. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -