Post by Elimnyama on Apr 8, 2008 17:46:49 GMT -5
Location: [Tyne] Tree Grove
Characters Involved:
Elimnyama, King of Tyne
Tisea, Retired Queen of Tyne
Summary: Caught in the middle of expressing his emotions, Elim' pours his heart out to his understanding mother ... who then vows to beat Kamau to a pulp.
These past few days have been possibly the worst of Elimnyama's entire life, and there's no sign of improvement on the horizon. Only two other circumstances could compete for the title of 'worst day ever', and those would be the day Fuadi left and the day his first cub with Waset was stillborn. But even those memories seem at the least bittersweet in comparison to the time Elim's been having here lately. Kamau and Onaedo returned a few days ago, having been beaten to pulps and had their friend stolen away (although by now Elim' has his suspicions that missing friendship is not the ONLY reason why the two adolescent boys want Sundali back). Now the two of them appear to hate their older brother's guts. But the overarching sadness in Elim's life these days is Waset. Poor, poor Waset who presently lies in the pridal cavern in a feverish kind of stupor. She is quickly becoming too weak even to get to the waterhole. With each passing day her mate grows more and more doubtful of her recovery. The worst news
The worst news of all came mere hours ago.. when Waset whispered to Elim' that she was pregnant. Those cubs.. there's such a slim chance Waset will live long enough to birth them alive.. That will be however many more deaths to add to his beloved Waset's when the time comes. Now the lion king wanders aimlessly through this part of the forest, briefly leaving his mate's side to stretch his legs and check on the guards.. though his pace is slow and without particular direction, as though Elim' could care less whether he ever actually reaches the borderlands. His eyes are downcast and he breathes slowly through his mouth as tears and the stuffiness associated with them clog up his nose.
It was something about this tree grove that always drew Tisea here, possibly the fact that this was were the same lioness she was named after used to spend her hours. With her sons taking over the throne, Tisea aiding them as best she could before silently taking a step back from their lives. They're grown, they're able to handle it on their own. Or are they? First Waset... then Ukomo'... Aitan... Tisea lays draped across a fallen trunk in the peaceful grove, graying maw settled comfortable upon her paws however honey-green eyes troubled. She hasn't spent as much time as she should have with her last litter... Kamau was rotten, she knew it, she just hoped that Elim' had made the right choice and that Kamau would be ready. The sound of heavy paws get a flick of the eyes from the retired queen and Tis' raises her head. The image of her boy comes into view, something she hadn't seen in many moons. He looked so grown... so much like his father... yet so sad. A sad smile slowly falls over her face before she chuffs softly, "My sweet boy.." her tail flicking once.
He's so deeply entrenched in misery and anxiety that he almost doesn't notice Tisea at all. His paws continue to take him further past her little grotto without the slightest appearance of having heard anyone speak. But suddenly Elim' stops and raises his head so that the light that filters through the canopy falls across his face, dappling over patches of fur that glisten with tears. "Mom," he replies thickly. Quietly he tries to sniffle, lowering his head to avoid her eyes until he realizes there's really nothing for hiding it.. Lions don't have Kleenex. "Hey.. how are you?" This he asks with some concern, recalling that he hasn't seen her up and about for a little while. Conjuring a weak breed of smile Elim' approaches her and goes to bump his head against her shoulder. Once it makes contact with her fur, however, the male seems to reconsider his original intention and through the desire to seem strong out the window, and simply leaves his head there there, burying it softly against his mother's body.
Tisea watches Elim' with scrutinizing eyes. She listens and watches with a mothers care, slowly sliding from the dead trunk to meet her son half way. "I'm fine child, there's not much that can get this old bat down. You however, your heart is hurting.." she drawls off as the lion presses his head to her shoulder and keeps it there. A soft sigh escapes her and she lifts a paw to drape it over her boy and pull him closer. "My Elimnyama, you have been so strong.. your allowed a moment of weakness. Even as a King," she murmurs. "Talk to me Eli'.."
Everything about Tisea is motherhood. This is something her son has known all his life. If he wanted for a father figure after Fuadi's departure, he never, never missed out on motherly support and affection. And it certainly seems as though such was what he needed right now -- as soon as she pulls him closer (which is quite a sight, such a tall lion being cuddled by such a small lioness) the lion's shoulders slump as the tension leaves them. His entire face is hidden as he presses it tighter against her, and a shudder travels up his spine as he begins to cry in earnest. For a few minutes his words, intermingled with muffled sobs, are not audible, but eventually some of them become clear. "Waset's d-dying, M-mom.. Nobody'll say it, but s-she is.. Her fev-ver's just getting worse and worse.." There is an extremely long pause here, where evidently the lion struggles to speak something else, but either can't find the words or can't find his voice. Finally, in the smallest of whispers he adds, "And we just found out.. Waset.. She's pregnant.."
The lioness listens silently as she holds her grown boy tightly to her. She'd heard rumors but she didn't know for sure. The lioness sighs vaugely before licking her boys ear tintively. "You are going to be ok Elimnyama. I'm... I'm sorry child..." Elimnyama wouldn't be going back to the cavern alone today. Tisea was going with him. The first time in awhile.. Tis' mind frantically trys to think of anything that could possibly help the dying lioness.. and her unborn grandchildren. Speaking of grandchildren... Tisea would talk to him later about Cyrus. She hated to tell her son he should order his eldest son to leave.. but Tisea could only see the worst. Turning her mind back to the things at hand.. er paw.. she lifts her grown sons head up to look her in the eyes, "No matter what happens, you know she loves you... do /not/ blame yourself for /anything/. Do you hear me? No matter what happens, do not blame yourself." Tisea knew how it felt to loose one so close to you... and she knew how you could beat yourself up over it. She didn't want to see her son going through that.
Elimnyama hasn't seen Cyrus in so long, he's not sure he'd even recognize he son. He's been starting to hear strange rumors about the boy's temperment, though, which unfortunately in like of Waset's condition have not received the attention they have deserved. Deep down, he wishes Tisea WOULD just come back with him to the pridal cavern, but he knows how she likes her space and alone-time and wouldn't want to pressure her into anything she might not want to do. He sits close to her even now as his tears are subsiding into the altogether uncomfortable swollen-eyed, sniffy, and slightly headachey period that comes after crying. "Sorry," he murmurs wetly as he lifts his head and sees how damp he's made her fur. Thankfully it's mostly tears and very little snot.
"I know," he replies spiritlessly, letting his mother steer his head until they're eye-to-eye. "I know it's nothing I did. I've always tried to give her everything she could ever need. I think it might be those wounds from the hyenas that attacked her a long time ago.. they seem really red and there's heat coming off them." Still snuffling, he rocks back onto his haunches and tries to dry his face by rubbing it along his forepaws and legs. In and amongst this activity he continues to explain the situation to his mother, trying to put the thought of Waset and the cubs she's carrying out of his mind just for a moment or two. "Kamau and Onaedo went to Kivuli to try and find a healer for her, but apparently they got attacked by some rogue lions. I'm not sure whether you heard about it, it was just a few days ago. Evidently their little friend, that Sundali lioness, got dragged away by these guys and Kam' and Ona' fought two of them and killed them. The others and Sundali were already gone by then. They're saying they're going to go out and kill the rest of them and get their friend back.. They're actually both really angry at me because I don't want them to go. There's not really anyone to go to Kivuli to look for the healer now, unless I go personally.. And, well." He really, really doesn't want to leave Waset. What if she dies while he's off in Kivuli?
Tisea listens patiently, never-minding the wetness of her neck and shoulder. Face falls slightly stern at the news of her boys and Tisea scoffs gently, "I'm going to ring their necks." Yup, she never changes. The lioness hmphs and stands, ears flicking fowards. "Come on boy," she rummbles deep in her throat, turning away from the grove and heading in the direction of the pridal cavern. "You can't look after Waset on your own, you need to have time to eat and take breaks," she begins, "And as far as Kamau and Onaedo go, an heir can not be running off recklessly into trouble. I figured they'd be fine, obviously they need a little.... motherly attention." Scowl. Ooooooo mammas gunna getchuuuuu!!! "And they should listen to you! You are their King, their elder, and their brother!" RantRantRantRant. She glances over her shoulder breifly to give Elim' a short wink, tail twitching. "I'm coming home."
The male blinks reddish, partially swollen eyes at his mother, and despite all his anxieties and depression and problems, he's seized by an overwhelming sense of relief. FINALLY. Somebody who agrees with him that Kamau at least, as the HEIR, shouldn't be running off on seriously dangerous quests just so he can be a hero. My GOD, Elim' loves his mommy. XD He smirks as he gets to his paws, more over the idea of Tisea's 'motherly attention' and quickly decides he doesn't want to be there to see her give it to them ... however entertaining it might be. There's no denying it: Elim' loves Tisea's rants. When they're not at him, of course, which they used to be. All the time. Tisea 'I'm going to beat you senseless' threats were pretty much a constant in his childhood. They're fond memories, now that someone else is in trouble. He perks suddenly at her words, his mouth falling open a little in surprise and gladness that, being such a foreign feeling to him these days, he's not sure how to handle. "You.. you /are/?" After a few more dumbfounded blinks, Elim' manages a real smile, however small, as he trots over to stand beside his mother. "Thanks, Mom.. I'll really, /really/ enjoy having you there again."
Characters Involved:
Elimnyama, King of Tyne
Tisea, Retired Queen of Tyne
Summary: Caught in the middle of expressing his emotions, Elim' pours his heart out to his understanding mother ... who then vows to beat Kamau to a pulp.
These past few days have been possibly the worst of Elimnyama's entire life, and there's no sign of improvement on the horizon. Only two other circumstances could compete for the title of 'worst day ever', and those would be the day Fuadi left and the day his first cub with Waset was stillborn. But even those memories seem at the least bittersweet in comparison to the time Elim's been having here lately. Kamau and Onaedo returned a few days ago, having been beaten to pulps and had their friend stolen away (although by now Elim' has his suspicions that missing friendship is not the ONLY reason why the two adolescent boys want Sundali back). Now the two of them appear to hate their older brother's guts. But the overarching sadness in Elim's life these days is Waset. Poor, poor Waset who presently lies in the pridal cavern in a feverish kind of stupor. She is quickly becoming too weak even to get to the waterhole. With each passing day her mate grows more and more doubtful of her recovery. The worst news
The worst news of all came mere hours ago.. when Waset whispered to Elim' that she was pregnant. Those cubs.. there's such a slim chance Waset will live long enough to birth them alive.. That will be however many more deaths to add to his beloved Waset's when the time comes. Now the lion king wanders aimlessly through this part of the forest, briefly leaving his mate's side to stretch his legs and check on the guards.. though his pace is slow and without particular direction, as though Elim' could care less whether he ever actually reaches the borderlands. His eyes are downcast and he breathes slowly through his mouth as tears and the stuffiness associated with them clog up his nose.
It was something about this tree grove that always drew Tisea here, possibly the fact that this was were the same lioness she was named after used to spend her hours. With her sons taking over the throne, Tisea aiding them as best she could before silently taking a step back from their lives. They're grown, they're able to handle it on their own. Or are they? First Waset... then Ukomo'... Aitan... Tisea lays draped across a fallen trunk in the peaceful grove, graying maw settled comfortable upon her paws however honey-green eyes troubled. She hasn't spent as much time as she should have with her last litter... Kamau was rotten, she knew it, she just hoped that Elim' had made the right choice and that Kamau would be ready. The sound of heavy paws get a flick of the eyes from the retired queen and Tis' raises her head. The image of her boy comes into view, something she hadn't seen in many moons. He looked so grown... so much like his father... yet so sad. A sad smile slowly falls over her face before she chuffs softly, "My sweet boy.." her tail flicking once.
He's so deeply entrenched in misery and anxiety that he almost doesn't notice Tisea at all. His paws continue to take him further past her little grotto without the slightest appearance of having heard anyone speak. But suddenly Elim' stops and raises his head so that the light that filters through the canopy falls across his face, dappling over patches of fur that glisten with tears. "Mom," he replies thickly. Quietly he tries to sniffle, lowering his head to avoid her eyes until he realizes there's really nothing for hiding it.. Lions don't have Kleenex. "Hey.. how are you?" This he asks with some concern, recalling that he hasn't seen her up and about for a little while. Conjuring a weak breed of smile Elim' approaches her and goes to bump his head against her shoulder. Once it makes contact with her fur, however, the male seems to reconsider his original intention and through the desire to seem strong out the window, and simply leaves his head there there, burying it softly against his mother's body.
Tisea watches Elim' with scrutinizing eyes. She listens and watches with a mothers care, slowly sliding from the dead trunk to meet her son half way. "I'm fine child, there's not much that can get this old bat down. You however, your heart is hurting.." she drawls off as the lion presses his head to her shoulder and keeps it there. A soft sigh escapes her and she lifts a paw to drape it over her boy and pull him closer. "My Elimnyama, you have been so strong.. your allowed a moment of weakness. Even as a King," she murmurs. "Talk to me Eli'.."
Everything about Tisea is motherhood. This is something her son has known all his life. If he wanted for a father figure after Fuadi's departure, he never, never missed out on motherly support and affection. And it certainly seems as though such was what he needed right now -- as soon as she pulls him closer (which is quite a sight, such a tall lion being cuddled by such a small lioness) the lion's shoulders slump as the tension leaves them. His entire face is hidden as he presses it tighter against her, and a shudder travels up his spine as he begins to cry in earnest. For a few minutes his words, intermingled with muffled sobs, are not audible, but eventually some of them become clear. "Waset's d-dying, M-mom.. Nobody'll say it, but s-she is.. Her fev-ver's just getting worse and worse.." There is an extremely long pause here, where evidently the lion struggles to speak something else, but either can't find the words or can't find his voice. Finally, in the smallest of whispers he adds, "And we just found out.. Waset.. She's pregnant.."
The lioness listens silently as she holds her grown boy tightly to her. She'd heard rumors but she didn't know for sure. The lioness sighs vaugely before licking her boys ear tintively. "You are going to be ok Elimnyama. I'm... I'm sorry child..." Elimnyama wouldn't be going back to the cavern alone today. Tisea was going with him. The first time in awhile.. Tis' mind frantically trys to think of anything that could possibly help the dying lioness.. and her unborn grandchildren. Speaking of grandchildren... Tisea would talk to him later about Cyrus. She hated to tell her son he should order his eldest son to leave.. but Tisea could only see the worst. Turning her mind back to the things at hand.. er paw.. she lifts her grown sons head up to look her in the eyes, "No matter what happens, you know she loves you... do /not/ blame yourself for /anything/. Do you hear me? No matter what happens, do not blame yourself." Tisea knew how it felt to loose one so close to you... and she knew how you could beat yourself up over it. She didn't want to see her son going through that.
Elimnyama hasn't seen Cyrus in so long, he's not sure he'd even recognize he son. He's been starting to hear strange rumors about the boy's temperment, though, which unfortunately in like of Waset's condition have not received the attention they have deserved. Deep down, he wishes Tisea WOULD just come back with him to the pridal cavern, but he knows how she likes her space and alone-time and wouldn't want to pressure her into anything she might not want to do. He sits close to her even now as his tears are subsiding into the altogether uncomfortable swollen-eyed, sniffy, and slightly headachey period that comes after crying. "Sorry," he murmurs wetly as he lifts his head and sees how damp he's made her fur. Thankfully it's mostly tears and very little snot.
"I know," he replies spiritlessly, letting his mother steer his head until they're eye-to-eye. "I know it's nothing I did. I've always tried to give her everything she could ever need. I think it might be those wounds from the hyenas that attacked her a long time ago.. they seem really red and there's heat coming off them." Still snuffling, he rocks back onto his haunches and tries to dry his face by rubbing it along his forepaws and legs. In and amongst this activity he continues to explain the situation to his mother, trying to put the thought of Waset and the cubs she's carrying out of his mind just for a moment or two. "Kamau and Onaedo went to Kivuli to try and find a healer for her, but apparently they got attacked by some rogue lions. I'm not sure whether you heard about it, it was just a few days ago. Evidently their little friend, that Sundali lioness, got dragged away by these guys and Kam' and Ona' fought two of them and killed them. The others and Sundali were already gone by then. They're saying they're going to go out and kill the rest of them and get their friend back.. They're actually both really angry at me because I don't want them to go. There's not really anyone to go to Kivuli to look for the healer now, unless I go personally.. And, well." He really, really doesn't want to leave Waset. What if she dies while he's off in Kivuli?Tisea listens patiently, never-minding the wetness of her neck and shoulder. Face falls slightly stern at the news of her boys and Tisea scoffs gently, "I'm going to ring their necks." Yup, she never changes. The lioness hmphs and stands, ears flicking fowards. "Come on boy," she rummbles deep in her throat, turning away from the grove and heading in the direction of the pridal cavern. "You can't look after Waset on your own, you need to have time to eat and take breaks," she begins, "And as far as Kamau and Onaedo go, an heir can not be running off recklessly into trouble. I figured they'd be fine, obviously they need a little.... motherly attention." Scowl. Ooooooo mammas gunna getchuuuuu!!! "And they should listen to you! You are their King, their elder, and their brother!" RantRantRantRant. She glances over her shoulder breifly to give Elim' a short wink, tail twitching. "I'm coming home."
The male blinks reddish, partially swollen eyes at his mother, and despite all his anxieties and depression and problems, he's seized by an overwhelming sense of relief. FINALLY. Somebody who agrees with him that Kamau at least, as the HEIR, shouldn't be running off on seriously dangerous quests just so he can be a hero. My GOD, Elim' loves his mommy. XD He smirks as he gets to his paws, more over the idea of Tisea's 'motherly attention' and quickly decides he doesn't want to be there to see her give it to them ... however entertaining it might be. There's no denying it: Elim' loves Tisea's rants. When they're not at him, of course, which they used to be. All the time. Tisea 'I'm going to beat you senseless' threats were pretty much a constant in his childhood. They're fond memories, now that someone else is in trouble. He perks suddenly at her words, his mouth falling open a little in surprise and gladness that, being such a foreign feeling to him these days, he's not sure how to handle. "You.. you /are/?" After a few more dumbfounded blinks, Elim' manages a real smile, however small, as he trots over to stand beside his mother. "Thanks, Mom.. I'll really, /really/ enjoy having you there again."
