Post by Shomoro on Jul 23, 2008 1:52:27 GMT -5
A note: This will likely be the last scene Mizuka is involved with unless somebody really wants to RP with him. I'll be writing my other characters out too, though they're not as important.
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Mizuka, King of Kivuli. Dying!
Sammar, Guard of Kivuli. Stubborn!
Kivuli - Grassy Savannah
Sammar cannot count extreme intelligence as one of his gifts, and in any case it's been -ages- since he's seen the king, and it's rather upsetting. He's had enough. And despite the fact that he's -not- the youngest cat out there, though he's younger than Mizuka, he -does- have a young male's belief that he will never die. Yet and still. Sickness is-- frightening. So he's been really struggling between the desite-- the strong desire-- to go and find Mizuka and just waiting it out. Right now, though, he's heading away along the borders, patrolling again, anything to keep away from all of this-- unpleasantness. It's a cool evening, dampand beginning t oget chilly as the night comes on.
There's an unpleasant bite in the air this evening, especially so close to the desert. Even so, the world hasn't stopped--parts of it are just waking up. A thin, bony caricature of a lion is making his way out into the sand, his mane hanging in tatters around his face. A rogue, perhaps. He's not in very good shape; his hipbones jut, and he moves slowly, his head dragging low.
Sammar's head swings around when he sees it: looks more than dead, and he's of amind to just leave it be. But-- you never know, half-dead can still mean trouble. And he has to do -something-. Any action is better than- -than what he's -been- doing. "Hey--" it's an explosion of sound, almost more of agrowl than a word.
The lion stumbles, almost as if the noise was a physical blow, but manages to catch himself before he falls over altogether. It looks like it's taking a monumental effort to hold himself up, however. He looks back over his shoulder, and while his body may be rather skinnier than it was the last time Sammar had seen him, his facial features are the same--it's Mizuka. The rumours of his own illness must be true, then. "What." His voice is a flat rasp, as dry a bone.
Sammar is striding quickly forward, aware sudddnly that these lands have no visible king to keep them safe. His next thought: I will! Isn't,s urprisingly, based on his own desire to lead a pride. Mizuka can't defend himself so Sammar will. Really though, a part of him realises, he needn't bother. Poor thing raelly -is- half dead. The strange male looks at him and-- "Mizuka?" shocked. And horrified. "You're really sick?" as he comes closer-- quicker now, if at all possible.
"Yes." It's little more than a grunt, and he narrows his eyes, glancing down at his feet. As Sammar draws closer, however, the lion grows agitated. "Don't come near me," he growls, turning to face the other and beginning to back away from him. "I don't know if it's contagious or not."
"Where's Kisehemu?" he's made up his mind, he realizes: of course he'll come closer! Especially if Mizuka is all alone. He's half dead but he's not -all- dead, and-- well. He can't leave the king /alone/! "I'm not justgoing to let you stand there." Fall over there.
Mizuka continues backing away, and he's baring his teeth now but there's no fire in it--he probably doesn't have the energy to spare towards being angry. "I don't know. I asked him to patrol a few days ago and moved while he was gone. If it is contagious I don't want either of you to catch it." It's already too late for Khamisa--his poor sister. He's got to do everything he can to protect the others he cares about; there are precious few of them already. "Leave me. There's nothing you can do."
"Well you can't just-- be -alone-. That's -not- how you survive. It's just-- it's -not-. You have to go back to your cave and stay there. I'm sure Kisehemu is looking for you!" Sammar's voice is just a tad hectoring, but-- going off on one's own when one is sick? That's a death sentence! "You need to be where your lionesses can hunt for you!"
"If I go back to the cave, the entire pride could end up sick," Mizuka growls, but at least he's stopped moving away. If Sammar gets close enough he will, more than likely, be able to hear how laboured the king's breathing is. It sounds /wet/, like he's congested, but for him to be in such bad shape it must be a lot more serious than that. "So leave." His expression falters, and he hesitates for a moment before he goes on. "I'm sure Kisehemu /is/ looking for me. I need you to find him. I...have a message to pass along. You can give it to him, can't you?"
It's not only the braeth: Mizuka /smells/ sick, and something in Sammar wants to scramble away. It's a -bad- small. "You can't -make- me," he replies, so solemn he must not realize the childish root of the reply. "You can give it to himself. What is it?" contradictory, but he's -rather- out of his depth-- and frightened.
"No, I can't." There's a spark of heat in his eyes now, in the set of his jaw, that's a little more like the real Mizuka. "Tell him that I won't be coming back. He'll need to assume the throne in my absence. It's his duty as my knight. Tell him that," he repeats, his voice harsh. With emotion or irritation; it's hard to tell with him at the best of times. "He'll understand." He backs up another step, tense.
Sammar, at least, doesn't know that Kisehemu /will/, and his doubt shows on his broad face. He follows after Mizuka. "I don't think-- I'll tell him, but. He's not--" the cat shakes his head. "He's your knight."
Mizuka grimaces. The more he backs away, the further Sammar is getting from the Kivuli border, and it's quite obvious that the last thing he wants is the guard following him. "He's my knight," he repeats in agreement. "He'll understand, even if you don't." He bares his teeth again--it's more of a true warning this time, and he lunges forward all of a sudden, his claws flying out at the other lion. Of course, he's in no shape to force Sammar back, but the strength of his anger, especially since it's come so quickly, might be enough to make up for his lack of /physical/ strength.
"Yes, -your- knight," stressing that possessive. Really, is Mizuka this dense? "And what will Ndalia think?" lamely, frustratedly, like -that- will matter. /really/. Mizuka lunges forward-- there's raelly no way he can do -much- harm-- well, his claws andteeth would hurt, but how muchcould he really put into it? But the -surprise- of it drives Sammar back, gaping and snarling, his ears pulled back.
"She won't think anything of it!" And just like that, his eyes are blazing with a fury he's never displayed before--quite possibly ever. He doesn't look at all like himself in this moment; the Mizuka Kivuli knows is distant and controlled. This one is dishevelled and looks like he's about to take a chunk out of Sammar's ear, or maybe his throat. "She never wanted to come here in the first place. None of you did! She and the rest of you can go home where you'd prefer to be!" Again he lunges, snapping at that snarling face.
Sammar is backpedaling in earnest now, for all that he snarls back, teeth bared. He -doesn't- want those teeth near him-- what if it's--- what if it's catching? Despite the hideous change that has come over Mizuka's body, it's the change in /attitude/ that drives the point of his sickness home most thoroughly. "I'll talk to him!" he snarls it, so guttural the words are hard to distinguish. Later he'll feel terribly cowardly, givingin this way.
He wants to stop when Sammar gives in. His body aches and his breath is rattling noisily in his lungs, which are so swamped with fluid it hurts to inhale. But if he does that the male won't leave. "Good!" he snarls back, and lunges forward a third time, one paw yanked off the ground in an aggressive manner, his jaws gaping. "Then /go/!" And out flashes the paw, aiming for the other's face--his claws are extended.
That rattly, sucking breath isn't like anything Sammar's ever heard-- he yanks back again, sharp, but the tips of those claws catch him across the nose. Again that snarl, but his eyes are shocked. He's -certainly- fought before but he's acting like a youngling just now. Cultured /Mizuka/ acting this way? "I'll go and find him, then!" and probably the king will move slowly, sot hat Kisehemu can catch up. The big cat whirls, trots off into the savannah again, purposeful: he looks back a few times, but doesn't slow his stride.
As Sammar finally pulls away and starts to leave, Mizuka crashes to the ground behind him--he manages to stay on his feet, but it's a very near thing, and he glares after the other's retreating back. Will he--yes, he's looking back. He doesn't have enough breath to roar, so the older lion merely snarls again, his teeth flashing in the shadows, and waits until he's certain the male is gone. Then he breathes out, a long rush of air that turns into several deep, choking coughs. They're not at all similar to Amahl's dry heaving when he has one of his bad spells; it sounds like he's actually got something that needs to be thrown up. But nothing comes out, and he gives up after a few minutes. Instead, he turns and slinks off into the sand. It's a slow, laborious process, but he needs to get away from Kivuli before Sammar comes back, probably with a whole search party in tow.
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Mizuka, King of Kivuli. Dying!
Sammar, Guard of Kivuli. Stubborn!
Kivuli - Grassy Savannah
Sammar cannot count extreme intelligence as one of his gifts, and in any case it's been -ages- since he's seen the king, and it's rather upsetting. He's had enough. And despite the fact that he's -not- the youngest cat out there, though he's younger than Mizuka, he -does- have a young male's belief that he will never die. Yet and still. Sickness is-- frightening. So he's been really struggling between the desite-- the strong desire-- to go and find Mizuka and just waiting it out. Right now, though, he's heading away along the borders, patrolling again, anything to keep away from all of this-- unpleasantness. It's a cool evening, dampand beginning t oget chilly as the night comes on.
There's an unpleasant bite in the air this evening, especially so close to the desert. Even so, the world hasn't stopped--parts of it are just waking up. A thin, bony caricature of a lion is making his way out into the sand, his mane hanging in tatters around his face. A rogue, perhaps. He's not in very good shape; his hipbones jut, and he moves slowly, his head dragging low.
Sammar's head swings around when he sees it: looks more than dead, and he's of amind to just leave it be. But-- you never know, half-dead can still mean trouble. And he has to do -something-. Any action is better than- -than what he's -been- doing. "Hey--" it's an explosion of sound, almost more of agrowl than a word.
The lion stumbles, almost as if the noise was a physical blow, but manages to catch himself before he falls over altogether. It looks like it's taking a monumental effort to hold himself up, however. He looks back over his shoulder, and while his body may be rather skinnier than it was the last time Sammar had seen him, his facial features are the same--it's Mizuka. The rumours of his own illness must be true, then. "What." His voice is a flat rasp, as dry a bone.
Sammar is striding quickly forward, aware sudddnly that these lands have no visible king to keep them safe. His next thought: I will! Isn't,s urprisingly, based on his own desire to lead a pride. Mizuka can't defend himself so Sammar will. Really though, a part of him realises, he needn't bother. Poor thing raelly -is- half dead. The strange male looks at him and-- "Mizuka?" shocked. And horrified. "You're really sick?" as he comes closer-- quicker now, if at all possible.
"Yes." It's little more than a grunt, and he narrows his eyes, glancing down at his feet. As Sammar draws closer, however, the lion grows agitated. "Don't come near me," he growls, turning to face the other and beginning to back away from him. "I don't know if it's contagious or not."
"Where's Kisehemu?" he's made up his mind, he realizes: of course he'll come closer! Especially if Mizuka is all alone. He's half dead but he's not -all- dead, and-- well. He can't leave the king /alone/! "I'm not justgoing to let you stand there." Fall over there.
Mizuka continues backing away, and he's baring his teeth now but there's no fire in it--he probably doesn't have the energy to spare towards being angry. "I don't know. I asked him to patrol a few days ago and moved while he was gone. If it is contagious I don't want either of you to catch it." It's already too late for Khamisa--his poor sister. He's got to do everything he can to protect the others he cares about; there are precious few of them already. "Leave me. There's nothing you can do."
"Well you can't just-- be -alone-. That's -not- how you survive. It's just-- it's -not-. You have to go back to your cave and stay there. I'm sure Kisehemu is looking for you!" Sammar's voice is just a tad hectoring, but-- going off on one's own when one is sick? That's a death sentence! "You need to be where your lionesses can hunt for you!"
"If I go back to the cave, the entire pride could end up sick," Mizuka growls, but at least he's stopped moving away. If Sammar gets close enough he will, more than likely, be able to hear how laboured the king's breathing is. It sounds /wet/, like he's congested, but for him to be in such bad shape it must be a lot more serious than that. "So leave." His expression falters, and he hesitates for a moment before he goes on. "I'm sure Kisehemu /is/ looking for me. I need you to find him. I...have a message to pass along. You can give it to him, can't you?"
It's not only the braeth: Mizuka /smells/ sick, and something in Sammar wants to scramble away. It's a -bad- small. "You can't -make- me," he replies, so solemn he must not realize the childish root of the reply. "You can give it to himself. What is it?" contradictory, but he's -rather- out of his depth-- and frightened.
"No, I can't." There's a spark of heat in his eyes now, in the set of his jaw, that's a little more like the real Mizuka. "Tell him that I won't be coming back. He'll need to assume the throne in my absence. It's his duty as my knight. Tell him that," he repeats, his voice harsh. With emotion or irritation; it's hard to tell with him at the best of times. "He'll understand." He backs up another step, tense.
Sammar, at least, doesn't know that Kisehemu /will/, and his doubt shows on his broad face. He follows after Mizuka. "I don't think-- I'll tell him, but. He's not--" the cat shakes his head. "He's your knight."
Mizuka grimaces. The more he backs away, the further Sammar is getting from the Kivuli border, and it's quite obvious that the last thing he wants is the guard following him. "He's my knight," he repeats in agreement. "He'll understand, even if you don't." He bares his teeth again--it's more of a true warning this time, and he lunges forward all of a sudden, his claws flying out at the other lion. Of course, he's in no shape to force Sammar back, but the strength of his anger, especially since it's come so quickly, might be enough to make up for his lack of /physical/ strength.
"Yes, -your- knight," stressing that possessive. Really, is Mizuka this dense? "And what will Ndalia think?" lamely, frustratedly, like -that- will matter. /really/. Mizuka lunges forward-- there's raelly no way he can do -much- harm-- well, his claws andteeth would hurt, but how muchcould he really put into it? But the -surprise- of it drives Sammar back, gaping and snarling, his ears pulled back.
"She won't think anything of it!" And just like that, his eyes are blazing with a fury he's never displayed before--quite possibly ever. He doesn't look at all like himself in this moment; the Mizuka Kivuli knows is distant and controlled. This one is dishevelled and looks like he's about to take a chunk out of Sammar's ear, or maybe his throat. "She never wanted to come here in the first place. None of you did! She and the rest of you can go home where you'd prefer to be!" Again he lunges, snapping at that snarling face.
Sammar is backpedaling in earnest now, for all that he snarls back, teeth bared. He -doesn't- want those teeth near him-- what if it's--- what if it's catching? Despite the hideous change that has come over Mizuka's body, it's the change in /attitude/ that drives the point of his sickness home most thoroughly. "I'll talk to him!" he snarls it, so guttural the words are hard to distinguish. Later he'll feel terribly cowardly, givingin this way.
He wants to stop when Sammar gives in. His body aches and his breath is rattling noisily in his lungs, which are so swamped with fluid it hurts to inhale. But if he does that the male won't leave. "Good!" he snarls back, and lunges forward a third time, one paw yanked off the ground in an aggressive manner, his jaws gaping. "Then /go/!" And out flashes the paw, aiming for the other's face--his claws are extended.
That rattly, sucking breath isn't like anything Sammar's ever heard-- he yanks back again, sharp, but the tips of those claws catch him across the nose. Again that snarl, but his eyes are shocked. He's -certainly- fought before but he's acting like a youngling just now. Cultured /Mizuka/ acting this way? "I'll go and find him, then!" and probably the king will move slowly, sot hat Kisehemu can catch up. The big cat whirls, trots off into the savannah again, purposeful: he looks back a few times, but doesn't slow his stride.
As Sammar finally pulls away and starts to leave, Mizuka crashes to the ground behind him--he manages to stay on his feet, but it's a very near thing, and he glares after the other's retreating back. Will he--yes, he's looking back. He doesn't have enough breath to roar, so the older lion merely snarls again, his teeth flashing in the shadows, and waits until he's certain the male is gone. Then he breathes out, a long rush of air that turns into several deep, choking coughs. They're not at all similar to Amahl's dry heaving when he has one of his bad spells; it sounds like he's actually got something that needs to be thrown up. But nothing comes out, and he gives up after a few minutes. Instead, he turns and slinks off into the sand. It's a slow, laborious process, but he needs to get away from Kivuli before Sammar comes back, probably with a whole search party in tow.