Demissle's Last Stand - OR - The Spirit of Kimondo

[Msasi]

Involved:
Demissle, Male Lion, King of Kimondo
Neyadhi, Female Lioness, Queen of Kimondo
Mai, Female Lioness, Lady of Kimondo
Enzaudhi, Female Adol. Lioness, Lady of Kimondo
Fayola, Female Elder Lioness, Kimondo Elder
Akase, Female Lioness Cub, Mai's Daughter
Kengee, Male Adol. Lion, Heir of Kimondo
Jaseti, Female Lioness, Kimondo Lioness
Aaith, Female Elder Lioness, Kimondo Elder
Dhoruba, Female Lioness, Kimondo Lioness
Sethos, Male Lion, King of Kwasi
Kisala, Female Lioness, Kwasi Lioness
Sadiki, Female Lioness, Kwasi Lioness
Kismet, Female Lioness, Kwasi Lioness
Nefertiti, Female Lioness, Kwasi Lioness


Mentioned:
Zaira, Female Elder Lioness, Kimondo Elder
Soonali, Female Lioness, Zaira's daughter
Mokuba, Male Adol. Lion, Sethos' brother

If I missed anyone, please let me know. XD;

(- Kimondo -) Waterhole

[AFK] Mai, female lioness [AFK] Fayola, female elder lioness
[LRP] Jaseti, female lioness [IDL] Akase, female lioness cub
[OOC] Neyadhi, female lioness [OOC] Kengee, male adol. lion
[LRP] Demissle, male lion [IC ] Koya, female adol. lioness

Eveing has started to settle over the lands and some life is starting to move about. Demissle is making his way towards the waterhole to get a drink before starting his rounds for the night. His gaze drifts over the savannah that stretches around the area and he takes in a slight breath while pausing at the waters edge and looks down at his reflection before leaning down to get that drink. All seems quiet, for the moment at least.

Others are gathered around the waterhole already. Settled side by side, Fayola and her great granddaughter, Zaira, are chatting quietly, enjoying the peace of the evening. Young Soonali - Zaira and Xian's daughter - is seated next to the King's sisters, Mai and Enzaudhi. The three lionesses are chatting amongst themselves, giggling, and every so often calling out words of warning to the cubs frolicing about, reminding them to PLEASE stay out of the mud. A warning that Akase, Mai's daughter, has dutifully ignored.. as she comes striding out of the mud, each step accompanied by a sucking sound as the paw is pulled from the mud. The she-cub looks quite content and, upon spotting her uncle, races over to greet him (and, of course, to try and cover his legs in muddy paw prints). "Hey, Unca' Dem! Lookit me, I'm a /mud monster/!" Indeed, all does seem to be quiet and peaceful.. and those gathered so far seem to be enjoying the simple pleasures of pride life.

Kimondo's Queen paces through the grasslands beside her mate, accompanying him to the waterhole. She stops a short ways away, her own blue gaze drifting over their surroundings. Neyadhi's eyes stop at the gathering of females, and follow Akase's approach, grinning broadly. Kids. -- On the far side, Jaseti approaches the water's edge, pale eyes watching the others. She grins at Akase, the splashes into the shallows and lowers her head to drink.

Kismet has arrived.

On the horizon, come the approach of several lions. This small fleet of two males and a handful of females is spearheaded by none other than the Kwasian King, Sethos. His mane has fully grown in once more, the lush and dark brown hair getting blown by the dry wind coming in from the desert. There's quite a smug look on his muzzle, his body tense and ready for just about anything as his little band makes their approach. At his side is the young and smaller figure of his adolescent brother, Mokuba. The one that Demissle would likely recognize from days past. Also near the waterhole, is Kimondo's crowned prince... the boy tossing his white growing mane as he gives chase to a small monitor lizard. He pauses though when he spots his father and mother, starting to approach them until he freezes. Green gaze fixed on something beyond, "Hey dad... look over there" pointing a paw in the direction of the advancing lions.

Not far behind the Kwasian King comes Kisala, mixed in with the handful of her pridal sisters. The young lioness has only recently reached adulthood, the creaminess of her coat has been restored to its shine. Having joined the party at last moment to hide her perdicament, Kisala is without a doubt now, in the middle stages of pregnancy. Still very capable on her paws, she has been avoiding her King since the Prince mentioned the plans, thus she stays behind, mixed with her pridal sisters and out of immediate view and company of Sethos she tends to seek out.

Demissle glances to Neyadhi and offers her a smile once she catches up to him, a nod is offered and he then chuckles as Akase boundes up to him. "Well hey there.. Getting all nice and dirty huh?" The lion smiles slightly before grinning. "Turning out more like Grandpa everday kid." This offered while a forepaw lifts to ruffle her headfur, mud or not. Dhrouba and Aaith are with the others near the water, Aaith chatting away while Dhrouba seems to be sleeping and looks rather covered in mud herself after a day of playing with the cubs. His attention turns to his son and then towards the forms of two males and the lionesses. He frowns while lifts his head to get a better glance of them, one his met.. that young lion. "Everyone..Keep on your toes." The king offers while he moves forward, towards the others to meet them half way it seems. He doesn't remember hearing a roar, and most visting lions do that so this has him troubled. A half roar escapes the king ones he stops again. He would speak but he has that problem with speaking above a whisper, though roaring isn't a problem so the new commers should hear it fine.

Padding between Kisala and Kismet is a golden-furred lioness, black rimmed eyes watching the leonines ahead of them, but not a hard gaze - it's a purposeful, yet soft, look that is cast to those gathered around the waterhole as they approach. Nefertiti's entire body stance is a relaxed one, not one of aggression, as if trying to disarm the Kimondo pride before they arrive.

Akase beams at Demissle, her tail giving a please flick at the compliment. "Yup! Grampa Annie said that if I didn't get muddy at least once a day, that all my fur would fall out and I would grow polka-spots! And I like my fur, Unca' Dem." Indeed. And apparently Anubis never got around to.. you know.. letting Akase know that he was joking before he died. Alas! Kimondo is fated to have muddy cubs forever. XD At the arrival of the Queen, Akase leaves Demissle behind and races to greet her aunt with a cry of "Auntie Neya!" and an attempt to rub her muddy body fondly along the Queen's forelegs. 'Cause that's love right there, you know. Fayola, who is leaning lightly against Aaith, blinks at Demissle as he steps forward, drawing the elder's gaze in the direction of the approaching group of strangers. "Strangers approaching," The elder murmurs to her blind friend. "I wonder what they want... they're lead by a male." The other lionesses quiet, their ears pressing forward slightly in a mizture of curisoity and wariness. What's going on?

Neyadhi turns as Kengee indicates the new arrivals, ears slicking back. Akase gets a gentle, but absent, nudge with her nose. She sidesteps away from Demissle, leaving him room - though as he draws ahead, the Queen follows behind. If Demissle is meeting the others halfway, then she's going a quarter of the distance. To listen, and to act as necessary. -- Jaseti lifts her head at Kengee's words, and frowns as she looks towards the new arrivals. The pale-furred lioness plunges into the deeper water, swimming noisily but with fair speed across the waterhole to join her kin.

The roar from Demissle doesn't seem to faze the group as they continue on their approach. Sethos walks with confidence and with more than a hint of arrogance. His smirk broadens into a haughty grin. "Honestly... is that best roar a king of these pathetic lands can muster?" Sethos taunts in his deep, gravelly voice once they're within earshot. Blue eyes look between the individuals gathered around the waterhole before afixating on the pride's obvious leader. Mokuba, fidgets a little bit at his side... his gaze going to the pride's heir. "It seems this pride is as weak as my brother and many of my other sources claimed it to be. Thus.. the time has come for its extermination." Sethos' tail lashes, his haughty expression never fading as he practicly peers down his nose at Demissle. At those words, Kengee bristles and bares his teeth, growling loudly. How dare this guy insult them like that! His dad can take him out, he knows he can!

Emerging from the right opposite of Mokuba, a few lengths away from Sethos, Kisala curiously eyes the group around the waterhole, muddy cubs, random lionesses in groups. She stays quiet otherwise, letting the King's do their own little dance of intimidation until something will...undoubtedly occur. The other lioness' of their party begin to slowly fan out along each side of their King, wisely, also staying quiet in anticipation.

Demissle blinks at the comment Sethos gives and his gaze narrows upon the other lion. "You speak rather big words for someone that is on /my/ lands.." The king offers while growling out, a glare is sent towards Mokuba, someone he trusted and look what happened. If anything he'll never trust another outside of his family again. The extermination part gets his attention while Dem just stares right back at Sethos. "If you think the likes of you and your so called flea bitten pride can take out Kimondo you have another thing coming." They've battled worse oppoents then likes of this worthless lion after all. Aaith listions to her older friend and nods while glancing towards the voices, she picks up some and blinks. So far this really isn't looking to good. "Fay.." The blind lioness mumbles a bit while her ears slick back and she shifts up onto her haunches while her sightless gaze rests in the direction the new lions can be found.

Akase's happy-go-lucky expression falterss as her family falls silent, their attentions all focused on the strange lions approaching. Suddenly uneasy, Akase skitters from Neyadhi, galloping over the ground and skidding to a halt where the other lionesses are grouped. The she-cub snuggles herself between Mai and Enzaudhi, her ears tucked back against her skull. "Momma.. who are they?" Mai doesn't answer, instead exchanging uneasy glances with her pridemates.. all their eyes growing slightly wide at Sethos' words. Extermination? "Are they going to kill us?" Zaira whispers worriedly, her gaze seeking out Fayola. The ancient lioness herself, however, isn't trembling or cowering. She, in fact, stands, bright green eyes narrowed at Sethos' bunch. This isn't good. Fay' gives Demissle a quick glance, recalling their shared conversation and the promise she'd made. Her eyes return to Sethos, the elder openly glaring at the foreign King.

Emerging from the water, Jaseti shakes the worst of the water from her coat, and gives the newcomers another hard look. Lips drawing back from her teeth at the mention of 'extermination', she moves up past Neyadhi to flank her brother. A quiet rumble escapes her throat, silvery gaze offering more silent challenge to the Kwasi leonines. -- Neyadhi glances back as Akase skitters away, nodding shallowly when she sees the cub rejoin the others. Her gaze returns to the challengers, and she simply watches, tail flicking back and forth uneasily.

An ear turns at the sound of someone mentioning killing. "Kill? Only if there isn't cooperation. I'm offering all the lionesses an opportunity to be apart of a better and stronger pride... but if you resist... there will be some casualties." However.. that can all be easily avoided. A nod is given to Mokuba, the younger lion taking a few steps towards the heir, "Kengee... just do what he says. You don't have to get hurt" these words murmured to the white maned prince, who stares at him in disbelief, "I thought we were friends." Watching as his lionesses fan out, Sethos looks back to Demissle, "You have a decision to make." And while Demissle and this pride might have seen 'worse' but this isn't exactly a good situation either. Demissle's raspy words not being paid an heed, Sethos obviously thinking he has the upper hand here.

Cooperation.. Cooperation?! That one word makes Demissle's blood boil. "There is no cooperation with ones like you." Dem offers with thin tone. Mokuba isn't even offered another glance, though he is wishing he went ahead and chased the stupid kid off then who knows what he would have found out. As for Casualties Dem would have to die before he let ones suchs as these lions take his family, and most likely his home. As the lioness starts to move the king rumbles out madly, fire seems to spark in those eyes of his as he suddenly charges forward heading right towards Sethos. If they want a fight, fine.. He'll be the one to start it though. Dhoruba has waken up by now and she blinks at the sight as she sees her brother taking off and then glances around. "What the heck?" She questions while standing up next to Aaith, who is totally in the dark here. The blind lioness ears twitch as her gaze drifts from one to another that is around her. "Fay.. What the hell is going on?" Not often the elder uses such words but something isn't right to say the least.

"Demissle!" It is Mai who cries out as her brother charges forward, the Lady's seafoam green eyes wide with fear. Suddenly, everything is an unknown. What is going to happen? What's going to happen to all of them? But Fayola takes Demissle's charge as her own call to action. Old as dirt she may be, but Fayola has lived for so long for a reason.. she's stubborn and she's got spunk. She's survived nurmerous raids on her birth pride where she once ruled as Queen.. she isn't about to fall in this one. Or break her promise to Demissle. Turning, Fayola snags Akase by the scruff and shoves the cub at Enzaudhi, who is frozen on the spot.. and it takes her a second or two to grab the scruff of her neice. "Zaira! Take them to Kivuli!" Fayola orders her great granddaughter, giving Enzaudhi a gentle, but firm, headbutt to get the young lioness moving. "But.. Gramma!..." Zaira protests, glancing at Sethos and the lionesses with him. "I want..." "GO!" Fayola and Zaira glower at each other for a moment, before Fay lifts a forepaw to cuff Zaira soundly between the ears. How embarrassing to be an elder.. and still being cuffed like a cub. XD "Go, Zaira! NOW." Zaira and Fayola exchange one last look, before Zaira turns and flees across the savannah.. with Soonali hard on her heels. Fayola gives Enzaudhi another few shoves to get the young lioness moving, and soon she is racing behind the others, Akase held firmly in her jaws. "MOMMA!" The cub is scared, reaching a paw out for Mai.. and Mai lingers behind. Fayola goes about, trying to shove Dhoruba and Mai after the other Kimondo lionesses. "Go!" But Mai lingers still, glancing around in confusion. "Where's my mom?!" Fayola shakes her head, not knowing Sakitu's location, and bumps her head lightly against Aaith's. "Come on, old girl.. it looks like a takeover or something of the like. On your paws."

Neyadhi won't leave her mate, even if it is the 'wiser' course. Eyes glittering with cold bitterness, she takes a step forward as Demissle charges, then stops. A fight between the lions... she can't interfere. The lioness watches, transfixed. | Jaseti snarls as Demissle attacks Sethos, silver eyes flicking to his companions, lingering longest on Mokuba as he walks over to Kengee. Her muscles tense, the tall lioness crouching, tail lashing violently about her legs. She doesn't follow suit and attack... but she's only a hair's breadth from crossing that line.

Squinting towards Demissle and his raspy voice, Sethos acts as if he's straining to hear, "Didn't quite catch that..." although he certainly did, merely making it a point to insult the weakling king's voice. However, he grins broadly as Demissle charges... the Kwasi king meeting the charge and leaping for him, paws outstretches. Teeth bared and aiming to latch into his shoulder while also attempting to embrace him in a bearhug of sorts. And thus the fight begin, although Mokuba hesitates. Kengee, eyes wide.. backs up.. looking on as the others flee. Hearing mention of Sakitu, he shouts, "Grandma is still in the caverns! I'll go get her!" The young lion turning to take off in that direction. However, Mokuba isn't about to let his brother down.. and thus pursues Kengee into the grasses. Noticing the lionesses fleeing, Sethos can't help but think of them as a lot of cowards. No wonder this pride is so weak.

Cooperation would be the smart thing in Kisala's opinion, but those of the fairer sex often think more by their brains than with horomones and stubborn natures that she has decided governs males actions. As if on command, the pridal sisters advance to block anyone interferring with the Kings as Dimissle decides upon the more violent way of things. Kisala watches as the elderly depart, she eyes the Queen with curiousity, how could she not, she'd never expect the queen to leave her mate. Several pairs of eyes lock onto Jaseti, finding her to be the biggest threat at the moment, along with a few on Mai. Allowing the males to fight it out the Kwasian lioness hold off at the moment.

The other queen called it - this seems to be a fight between kings. Nefertiti herself isn't about to step in and start squabbling with some random lioness; she's a bit of a pacifist, preferring to smooth things out with words rather than use claws as talking points.

Glancing over to Nefertiti, Kismet seems to be trembling upon her four paws. Though she has traveled here with Kwasi, it is obvious the girl with the mysterious past seems to be at odds. Her tail flickers from side to side, before her blue eyes harden quickly. Nostrils flaring, she darts off through the grass, making a wide arc around the two battling males, slowly trotting towards the lionesses that have decided to stay. Her ears raise upwards slowly, her body tense.

Aaith grunts some while she hauls her form up onto her paws, ears folding as she catches the sound of the fight starting. None of this is fair, she didn't think she would have to deal, or hear this again but here it goes again. "Which way?" She questions the older lioness, unsure at all which way to go at the moment. Dhoruba blinks as she watches her brother charge off into the attack while her siser is there as well. "Ya but.. shouldn't we be helping Dem?" She questions to Fay while she stumbles forward on her paws not wanting to leave like this. Then there's talk of her mother not being here and she glances around then looks after Kengee. Her attention turns though as she catches the sound of movement in the grasses coming towards her and she turns letting a thick growl escape her, no matter who is might be she isn't taking any chances it seems. There was nothing about cooperation here, Sethos wanted no more then to take his family from him, which Demissle was not going to let. Dem's shoulder is missed by the others fangs at the moment, the bearhug half gets him seeing how he lunged up as well to pumple the other with his forepaws. His forepaws go to slam into the other lion's chest, claws fully extended while he snaps out trying to grab hold of Sethos face if its close enough, and if not that his neck while forepaws also go to shove against him to try and push him backwards.

Fayola gives Aaith's head a gentle nudge. "If you go out that way, you're right on the trail of Zaira, Soonali and Enzaudhi. Just keep going straight.. you'll catch up with them. I'm staying here and will catch up with them later.. can't let idiot youngsters like this jerk," Her head dips in Sethos' direction. "Think that he can just waltz on in here and do whatever he likes, eh?" And, having given her position, she doubts Aaith will decide to leave just yet.. and Fayola keeps close to her blind friend's side, ready to take on any who come their way. Mai lingers nearby, nodding at Dhoruba's words. They can't just abaondon Demissle yet.. although Mai herself believes it far from cowardly having sent some of the others on. Wouldn't be good to have Kimondo completely anihilated, would it? Dark lips peel back from her teeth, and Mai turns a snarl on the approaching Kismet. She doesn't attack - yet - but it's a warning: leave us alone.

For Neyadhi, only the lions matter. She doesn't notice Kismet's approach, nor the snarl Mai turns her way. Jaseti is equally ignored. Blue eyes remain focused on the battle, watching, waiting. | As Mokuba takes off after Kengee, Jaseti lets out an angry snarl only slightly shy of being worth the name roar, long legs uncoiling as she launches herself after the younger male, aiming for the simple tactic of barreling into him for now. Jaseti wants to hurt something. Mokuba will do nicely.

Enzaudhi wasn't a creature built for conflicts like this--fights make her nervous, and she's not at all gung-ho about seeing whose pride can kick whose butt. Having never even /heard/ of Kwasi, it makes her upset as well as /angry/ that they've just come barging in like this. She'd started out running, holding the scruff of Akase's neck awkwardly between her teeth, but now the thin adolescent is slowing, her tail lashing in agitation, and glancing over her shoulder, uncertain--that's her /brother/ over there fighting with that strange king, and her sister staying behind, and--! Oh, this makes her /mad/, but she's never been a very /effective/ girl--her glower, while indignant, isn't very menacing at all. Still, she's stopped, shifting her grip on Akase a little--she's never really held a cub, and so /on top of all this/, Enz is worried that she'll drop the girl. Grrr. If she were bigger and braver, Sethos would be /dead/.

It could have been about cooperation. The rise and falls of kings is a part of nature. Eventually a stronger lion will come along to claim what is his, if he's not a strong ruler. This is precisely what Sethos was doing. He has nothing against Demissle nor the pride.. its merely a strategic move to benefit his own pride. Taking out the weak, in order to feed the strong. Natural selection or what have you. But well.. not all lions see things the way Sethos does. He's not easily fended off either though. Gutteral snarls come from Sethos' throat as he and Demissle continue to engage in battle, fighting for dominance and the rights to own the females.. in Sethos' case at the very least. A few blows are taken against his maned chest, but he's hardly detered, trying to get a firm grip on the other lion in attempt to slam him to the ground. He pulls his face back, snapping in turn back at Demissle. He staggers backward a couple steps at the pushings... and he tries to push back, all the while trying to get Demissle to lose his footing. However, Mokuba is knocked over by the barreling Jaseti... the young lion growling before getting back up. Sethos pushes away from Demissle to glance his brother's way, "Mokuba! ... Help him!" he barks at one of the lionesses before lunging at the Kimondo king once more.

Kisala watches the Queen intently, her green gaze flicks several times to follow events of the fight and such. The retreat of several, she understands it is important to get the young clear, the eldery for their lives, in her opinion the choice few lionesses of the pride has stayed. Catching Kismet disappear she can only wonder where her pridal sister is headed off to. At Sethos orders she dismisses her gaze of the queen for a few moments to catch Jaseti take off after Mokuba, the urge to perhaps baby Mokuba and help him out makes her step that way but she has an inkling Jaseti will get her own by another means. Nodding towards the lionesses fanned around, they remain where they are, blocking the Kings from any interferance, yet also ready to head off the lioness that have stayed, foolishly.

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Aaith isn't going to just leave Fayola here on her own.. She doesn't think the lion, or his so called lioness will do anything to someone as old as she after all. "Not just yet.. I can't just let you tell someone off without me after all." She points out while a ear twitches to the growls of Mai and Dhrouba. The growl turns into a snarl from Dhrouba as she moves a bit in front of her older sister to stare Kismet down it seems. Muscles tensing in the huntress just wanting a reason to attack the other it seems. The likes of Kismet only spur the lioness instead of making her want to leave. Sure there is natural selection, and yes the strong shall live, but Dem is strong and he has always protected his family even before he was an adult mind you. His never wanted more females or anything like that only for his family to be left alone and get the peace and quiet they rightly deserve from the outside world around them that wants noting more then rip them apart when even it feels like it. Dem is rather large, a lovely thick mane protect his throat and stomach so needless to say his well protected so it will take a lot to kill this King. One snap catches his cheek but the other lion never gets to close his mouth in time to get a good hold. And as for slamming him to the ground it just doesn't work, three paws now hold the king up so he can't be thrown to the ground now. The other forepaw suddenly slams out to hit heavly against Setho's cheek, claws still extened. He hopes to catch the other while his roaring to get someone to help his brother. At the lung he quickly slides to the side which sends Setho's flying past him.

As Kismet continues towards the lionesses, she walks with what is purely a form of grace, and utter confidence. As Mai, and now Aaith step forth to stare her down, she doesn't utter a single word, nor even a blink of the eye. Her eyes remain focused upon Neyadhi in the distance, though hardly aggressive. If anything, there is concern riddling her gaze, despite the bravado in her step. As Jaseti bursts forward and head strong towards Mokuba, her entire posture changes, shifts, and then the shark in her comes out. Snap. Her eyes narrow, and she is rushing in the new direction, cutting through the wild grass like a hot knife through butter. Four to the floor, she is magnificent in her run, and with a burst of quick speed, and bunched muscles, she sends herself at the other lioness, without so much of a snarl in her throat. Claws, and jaws, both aim to seek purchase into the backside, and shoulders of the other.

Fayola smirks, bumping a shoulder gently against Aaith's. "It's always us old farts left t'watch out for things, ain't it?" She jokes, almost casually, while glaring at the Kwasi lionesses. Fay' figures that those like she and Aaith aren't what Sethos really wants - they're too old to hunt, to have cubs or be of much use except as cubsitters and advice-givers - so she isn't all too concerned for herself. But it's the likes of Mai and Dhoruba and Jaseti that she worries about. "Don't you come any closer!" The ancient one snarls towards the Kwasians. "We may not look like much, but I was cuffin' babies a'fore your great grandparents were even born.. and I'll do the same to you! Knock some sense into the lot of you!" -- Mai stands to the left of and a step behind Dhoruba, snarling nervously at Kismet and any nearby Kwasi lionesses, her golden-tufted tail lashing once. -- Akase, held in Enzaudhi's jaws, trembles as she watches, wide-eyed, the fight between her uncle and the strange lion.. and the lionesses closing in on the rest of the Kimondo lionesses. "Auntie Enz'.. I'm scared. What's gunna happen?"

Unbalanced after her collision with Mokuba, Jaseti lets her momentum pull her to the ground, rolling. It's in the middle of this roll that Kismet pounces upon the pale lioness, claws leaving red gouges across one shoulder and down her foreleg. Jaseti aims a swipe at Kismet in passing, then finishes the roll and regains her feet - before lunging for her attacker in return, pale eyes misted with red, paws slashing and jaws snapping. | Even though the Kwasi lionesses move to block interference, Neyadhi doesn't seem to have any intention of getting in the middle of the fight. She is frozen with apprehension; couldn't tear her eyes away from the battle if she wanted to, much less move. In any direction.

Well as large as Demissle is.. Sethos is certainly no pansy, and is atleast a good match for the Kimondo king. He having as much of a thick mane, strength and the like, and certainly won't be easy to kill either. Getting smacked across the face by Demissle's paw.. and his lunge going missed... Sethos' anger flares... yet he quells it enough not to lose his head. Claws grip into the ground as he glowers towards the other lion, sizing him up a bit as he tries to look for the most strategic approach. Sethos then makes a dash towards Demissle once more, feigning to one side and then going for the throat. While the Kwasian king expects that to be avoided, his claws paw goes for a quick swipe across Demissle's face in attempt to gouge out his eyes. Mokuba though, is going after Jaseti.. the younger and inexperienced lion swiping wildly at the lioness, despite Kismet taking care of it. He wasn't about to get beat by a girl! But then he remembers Kengee, and runs off into the grasses once more.

This isn't very becoming of Kimondo royalty at all--Zaira and Soonali have already fled, and if they're going to try and get help from Kivuli, well--help wouldn't come any faster if she caught up with them, would it? She doesn't want to leave her siblings, and the rest of the pride, even though just /watching/ all the chaos around them makes her stomach churn; she doesn't want to flee like a coward. And she might have gone back if it weren't for Akase--she's not Demissle's daughter, but if Sethos /does/ win (bad thought!), who's to say that he won't take it upon himself to kill the cubs? "Fuhfo'no," she replies incoherently around her mouthful of fur and skin, and nearly /does/ drop the poor girl; her stomach lurches again, and she clamps down a little harder, which, while probably uncomfortable for a minute, is better than just letting her fall. And then, reassuring: "F'hllfafin." ...She really doesn't want to put Akase /down/ right now; what if somebody runs after her the moment her feet touch the ground? It's an irrational fear, considering that they seem to be more intent on going after the ones who are fighting back instead of gawping, but she consigns herself to giving into it and probably looking very silly as she speaks gibberish.

Aaith rumbles softly agreeing with Fayola and glances her sightless gaze around listioning to what is going on. "Who's all around us now?" She questions her friend.. Dhoruba catches sight of her sister and then Kismet going after her, with out a thought the lioness is running off and right afer Kismet. No one messes with her sister and gets away with it! With Kismet's attention before her Dhoruba lashes out with a clawed paws towards the other lioness's haunches while snarling out. This should have been expected, who would have thought that Dhoruba might leave when being told.. Hasn't happened before after all. Demissle has no idea about the others, he hears things but his attention has to be kepted on Sethos after all. And yes he pulls back enough that his throat is saved but the paw slams hold across his face. Lucky not getting his eyes or this fight would be over so fast. The king backs up a moment before he charges forward and lunges towards the other lion's side. Forepaws going to grab and squeeze while claws try to dig into the other's form as far as they can go.

Using inertia to her advantage, Kismet rolls with Jaseti's momentum to land on her feet once she rightens up, catching the swipe out along her shoulder, streaking red out into her golden pelt as it oozes free from the wound. Turning to face the other, she takes a few steps backwards to gain a bit of position, then lowers herself in a slow bow like manner. One of respect, perhaps? As Dhoruba begins to enter the fray, she shifts her body quickly to the right, circling, looking to put Jaseti in front of the other, in a way of having to deal with them one at a time, instead of at once. With her head ducked down to keep her throat hidden, she waits as Jaseti makes her attack first, then leaps in to meet her head on once more, lashing out with her jaws to hopefully dig them deep into the already wounded forearm and drag her to the ground, while at the same time keep most of her weight stable. Once more, claws of her foe rip into her hide, but the sting is tucked away as she allows adrenaline to course through her veins like fire, and will herself on as the killing machine she has been brought up to be.

Fayola snorts, watching the Kwasi lionesses. "Most of their bunch are standing around. Jaseti and Dhoruba are fighting some girl off to our forward left... the King and their idiot male are fighting out in front of us a ways.. Mai is out to our left.. it's just a bunch of standing around and waiting." Akase squirms in Enzaudhi's jaws, her face suddenly becoming fierce - which, since she's still plump with childhood cuteness, does not look as ferocious as she thinks it looks - and tiny paws flail, claws extended. "C'mon, Auntie Enz! We gotsa go help Unca' Dem! We chew on 'dat guy and tell him he's MEAN." Because, obviously, that would be the WORST thing that could happen to Sethos and then he would give up because they are just too mean for him. Her plan is genius... or so she thinks.

A grunt escapes Jaseti as Kismet's teeth sink into her upper foreleg, but her awareness of the injury is more abstract than real. Eyes gone red with rage and bloodlust, she ignores it, attention remaining on her opponent. Her own teeth seek Kismet's shoulder, the exposed side of her neck.

YEAH. ...Hey, wait. That /would/ have been her plan, more or less, if Fayola hadn't shoved Akase at her. She can't bring her niece back there; she might get trampled, or have her neck snapped, or something! "Fee/fahn't/!" she protests, but she'd gotten herself turned around before the stupidity of it clicked. "A/fase/!" She isn't making it any easier for Enzaudhi to flee, you /know/. Grr again. /Argh/. She digs her claws into the ground, ears flat, and takes a couple of steps back; her tail is lashing again.

That moment that Demissle steps back from the swipe is all he needs, and Sethos is after him in a heartbeat. He was determined to win this.. to show that he was the stronger lion and take what is rightfully his by natural law. The Kwasian king leaps high, and lands with all his force and weight on Demissle's back. The Kimondo king's claws nailing his side and scoring deep wounds to match the ones on his face. However, in the position that he's in.. the King of Kwasi is now aiming to bite down onto Demissle's spine. Strong jaws wanting to fracture it, all the while.. claws mercilessly raking into flesh. The lionesses are ignored for the time being.. he would rally up as many as he could once Demissle was taken down. That of course.. depending on if he succeeds.

Aaith nods slightly while she listions wishing she could do more then just stand here and be a worthless sack of bones. Dhrouba skids past kismet and her sister but turns about quickly to jump right back into the fight. She lunges forward once more going to slam into Kismet's side while the other is mauling her sister. Her claws going to dig in onto the other's side while her jaws snap out towards Kismet's shoulders trying to grab hold of something. She wasn't going to just wait and lets this lioness beat the crud out of her sister after all. Demissle is surprized that Sethos can get high enough up to slam down onto his back. Though his stunned for half a second his jaws snap out at the other lion's hind leg going to bite and then clamp down. As the other's claws rip and tear into his sides there's little he can do, but as he feels the fangs starts to pierce his back he suddenly shoves himself to the side which in turn will make Sethos unblanced and then not able to put enough force behind to crush his spine.. Though the jaws still leave a good amount of damange in there wake.

With jaws sank deep into Jaseti's shoulder, Kismet locks her legs tightly. She can taste the blood in her mouth, which only causes her to explode like dynamite. A loud, feral snarl echos from the typically silent assassin, before feeling her opponents teeth sink into her own skin. It seems that the two are locked together, shifting their weight, each of them trying to over power the other. As Dhoruba makes her leap, she lets go of Jaseti, and rolls to the side, allowing the teeth buried into her to rip, and tear out a thick chunk of meat, which spurts blood about Jaseti's muzzle. As she lands on her sides, she allows Dhor to land upon her, grinning widely, like a gladiator against impossible odds. She becomes a whirl wind of claws as she looks to sink them into the soft, tender stomach of the other, while ducking her head forward to guard her throat once more. Despite being on her back, she's almost at home. The claws of Dhora rip into her clean shoulder to bloody the other, creating a mane of crimson about her chest. Almost with a gleeful laugh, she jerks a hind leg up between the other's, hoping to rake her sharp black talons into her groin. If she was hoping to have cubs one day, she may soon have second thoughts.

Drawn away from the Kwasian border by the trailing scent of her King and pridesisters, the Kwasi Pride's Hunt Mistress seems to have stumbled upon more than just her pride-mates. "Wha..th," quietly rumbles the silver wisped lioness, whose eyes grow increasingly wide as she watches Sethos launch himself at another male lion. "Aw...Where's," Before she can get the words out, she spots the double team on Kismet and intervenes. There is but a few seconds before Sadiki introduces herself with a roar and rushes in, near Kismet. With the other's focus on Dbrouba, Sadiki focuses on Jaseti and doesn't waste time unshealthing claws and striking, claws aiming straight for the face.

There is not much for Fayola to do but wait. She'll fight if she has to, of course.. but Fay' knows her limitations. She can be all hell and spitfire when she needs to be, but she's still much, much (muchmuchMUCH!) older than any currently here.. and she might not last long if a fight goes on for too long. She stands, her tail whipping impatiently, her gaze sliding back and forth between the battles.. a soft growl bubbling in her chest. -- Akase stops squirming, though she shivers slightly. Akase has never seen such a battle.. and now all she can do is watch as her uncle battles with Sethos. The girl wishes she was big enough to help.. or at least big enough to help Dhoruba and Jaseti. "Auntie Enz'.. Unca' Dem is gunna win, right?" -- Fayola, annoyed, shifts her gaze from Demissle's battle towards Jaseti and Dhoruba's.. but it halts halfway, and the old lioness' heart nearly stops. A streak of white-and-gold has flashed by, streaking right at Sethos. Mai's move is perhaps suicidal. She's never been much use for anything except being a chatterbox. But here and now, she won't leave Demissle alone. He may be King.. but they were born in the same litter. Luck gave him birthright. It could have just as easily been hers.. and as Queen, she would have wanted to be involved in this battle. Birthright and birthorder will not change Mai's devotion to her brother. She will not leave him to this battle alone. With a roar that is much more powerful than anything heard from the lioness any time before.. Mai leaps at Sethos' other side, claws extended, green eyes alight with determination and hatred.

With his leg in Demissle's maw.. there's not much movement that Sethos can mack... although he's certainly biting into his spine with a great deal of force. The Kimondo kings movements work, however.. jarring Sethos who has to grip his claws into Demissle's flesh to keep from falling and leaving himself vulnerable. Yanking his leg free though, which is decidedly damaged... its then that Mai comes at him, forcing Sethos to retaliate against her as she tears into his side. A roar, and Sethos' jaws quickly snap for her throat. She's a lioness he would have preferred to spare and bring to his own pride.. but two against one were not good odds in this case.

The struggle is broken rather more quickly than Jaseti expects, the lioness spitting out the lump of flesh to cast a snarl in return at Kismet. She coils, readying to lunge for her distracted opponent - then is distracted herself as Sadiki's claws rake across her muzzle. Jaseti's head is turned aside by the blow, but she changes the target of her leap at the intrusion of a new opponent, lunging towards Sadiki instead, broad paws lashing out at Sadiki's chest and throat. | Mai's attack breaks Neyadhi's paralysis; she stares at the gold-and-white streak as Mai charges for Sethos. The Queen moves several quick steps forward, then stops, knowing she'd only get in the way of her family. Even a lion is only so big. Cold blue eyes turn to the Kwasi lionesses instead, daring one to interfere. Neyadhi's lips draw back from her teeth in a silent snarl, gaze flicking from one to the next.

--Oh, /no/! Actually, the word that Enzaudhi thinks when she sees Mai go flying into the fray is much more uncharitable, and probably would have made her blush if she hadn't been too scared and angry and upset to care. She snarls, this uncharacteristic sound muffled, like the others, into Akase's pelt, and then she /is/ running back, as fast as she can, detouring only a little--to bring her closer to Fayola and Aaith, ironically. The girl is dropped, as gently as possible (/please/ don't let her explode or something when she hits the ground!), and then she's moving again, shouting over her shoulder: "Go to Gramma Fay, Akase!" Coherency! How nice. ...Hopefully the poor cub won't try to run after her or something. At any rate, she doesn't even stop to consider how /awkward/ adding a fourth body will make things--maybe they can all sit on Sethos and tear his throat out, or--something. You don't mess with /two/ of her siblings, you stupid king! She doesn't go for Sethos' front, but snaps at the leg that Demissle hasn't got in his mouth, trying to distract him from Mai.

Dhoruba is surprized by the sudden turn of advents, she's never really been in a fight after all. Finding herself on top of Kismet doesn't register at first ntil she feels the claws bitting into her form and she growls out while pulling her stomach out of the way before the jaws can rip into her. They get hold of her side but not long enough to do any ripping at least. The claws rip into her underside but not deep enough to be life threating or anything else as the lioness is darting off of Kismet in a flash before another claw or fang goes to dig into her. She doesn't run away though, oh no..instead she moves backwards to her sisters side, and as she goes she catches sight of another lioness running towards them. "Jas!" Though she's not fast enough to get her sister's attention it seems. The girl calls out to try and get her sister to move before the new lioness can attack. Sethos jaws might not have crushed his spine enough to kill him but the lion is in trouble to say the least. His hind legs start to give way as the jaws crunch down and Dem's down jaws twist and clamp hard on the leg he has until its yanked free from his own jaws. A deep rumble escapes him as his hind legs finally give and his half on the ground once Sethos is knocked off it seems. The roar of his sister catches his attention though and his head lifts to catch sight of Sethos going to rip into Mai's throat. Rage slips through the lion and he wills himself to stand with what ever energy he has. Once up his charging towards Sethos, his attack going for the other lions side. Though his movement isn't what it was at the start of the fight, his starting to lose feeling in his hind quarters. He catches sight of Enzaudhi running up now.. What is it with his crazy family? They should be leaving not here fighting, but he can't really stop them can he?

"You should be worrying 'bout yourself, not her, girl." Kismet rumbles out in her throat as she rolls to her paws, flattening herself a bit as she bares her bloody stained teeth towards Dhoruba. Her eyes move once more towards Neyadhi, then to the younger girl as she starts advancing slowly, hissing to her pridal sister. "Sadiki, aid Sethos, he is being overwhelmed. I am more than a match for these two whelps." She says, despite having the gorish hole bored into her left shoulder, while the other bleeds freely. Still she stands, without much of a waver save the noticeable limp. The words, her mannerisms, its everything that is 'not' Kismet over the course of the past few moons. Its like she is someone different all together, covered in both her blood, and that of her enemy. With a darting leap, she zigs one way, feints, then goes low towards Jaseti again as she looks to wear down the bigger of the two.

Through her teeth, Sadiki growls, about to retort to Kismet when Jaseti comes at her. Claws rake her chest streaking red, however, falling short of her neck as she rears up breaking the wave of swaying paws with a few of her own, toward her opponent's shoulders. "Oh, bother...You better yell if you need me," Sadiki mrowls, stepping back along side Kismet before rushing to aid her's King. She growls, the fur along her back fencing up. "My lord...I'll take care of her, I think you have someone else to deal with."

"MAI!" Fayola's eyes go wide as she watches the scene unfold, and she momentarily envies Aaith's blindness. Mai snarls, flailing forepaws towards Sethos's head.. even as his jaws seek her throat. The pristine white fur of the lioness' chest is suddenly heavily stained with crimson, her throat ripped from her. Life lingers in Mai for a fraction of a second; enough time for her to desperately try and land a hit on Sethos, to make her death at least somewhat honorable.. and not so much foolhardy. There is a second, still alive, that her gaze catches Sethos' and it is filled with nothing but hatred; he just wanted lionesses for his pride, did he? And he though strutting onto Kimondo and talking of extermination was the way to do that? Would he really want a lioness in his pride who constantly looks at him the asme way Mai does now, in this brief moment? He is a pathetic King indeed, then, if he thinks that is what a pride should be. Sethos came for lionesses.. and he has brought death. The second over, gravity takes hold of Mai's body, and it falls a few steps from the battle of the Kings. The lioness did not even live to see her younger sister coming to her and Demissle's aid. -- Fayola shakes her head. "Mai.. Gods..." And then another shock.. ENZAUDHI races by, leaving Akase nearby, and goes into the fray herself. "ENZAUDHI!!!" Doesn't anyone listen to their elders anymore?! Fay' reacts just in time, though, to keep Akase from racing after her aunt, pinning the cub gently between herself and Aaith. Akase is.. distraught. "MOMMA! MOMMA! MOMMA! MOMMA!" The girl's cries are hysterical, tears flowing down her cheeks, her crimson gaze locked on the downed form of her mother. "MOMMA! MOMMA! MOMMA! MOMMA!" It is a constant cry.. hysterical, hoarse. And not even Fayola can soothe the child, who has just had the death of her mother burned into her memory forever.

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Kismet's voice diverts Jaseti's attention, and she turns aside from Sadiki towards her original opponent. Claws rake across her the side of her skull, but the lioness ignores them entirely. Coiling, she doesn't stand still to watch Kismet approach, but simply launches herself sideways and forward as the other female lunges. The better to have Kismet's teeth close only on empty air - and to strike with her own at the other's flank. | Sadiki's rush evokes one from Neyadhi, the gold-furred lioness using only momentum as her weapon, even the short distance between them enough for the Queen to gather considerable speed. She won't let that lioness reach the fight.

It all just happens so fast. What was mostly an instinctive responce to Mai's foolish attack.. ends up in her death. The lioness's throat ripped clean, her eyes locking with his and for a moment... Sethos is actually unnerved. He pauses in shock, not having actually killed another of his own kind before. Although he's certainly come close. Never look your victims in the eye... it'll remains with you for the rest of your life. Sethos isn't an evil guy, and even he has a bit of a conscience... his faltering only giving proof to that. He can't lose it right now though... for there's still Demissle and other lionesses coming after him, and tearing at him even more. A roar peeling from his throat as they do so. Its then that Mokuba comes back on the scene, having gained a number of wounds. But the thing is... while he has returned, Kengee hasn't. "Big brother!" the young lion's eyes wide as he sees the conflict before jumping in to help. Trying to knock Demissle away from Sethos. Attempting to throw off the lionesses... Sethos goes for Demissle as well, but now without shoving his brother aside. Last thing he wants is for Mokuba to get hurt any more.

When Fayola yells her name, it barely registers; the only thing that has her attention right now is that splash of blood against white fur, and the lifeless /thud/--masked in all the commotion, but her brain can supply it easily enough--as Mai's body hits the ground. She has so much she'd like to say to Sethos, so much she'd like to /do/ to him...but she barely has the chance to bite before some other lion is interfering, knocking her away--her jaws don't let go, and so she probably winds up taking a good chunk out of Sethos' leg when Mokuba jostles her aside, perilously close to that large tendon in the back. Thrown off-balance, she staggers...and then, unaware of Sadiki's racing for them, and Neyadhi's interfence, she goes for the, /again/, stubborn, at Mokuba or Sethos--whoever's closest.

Aaith blinks as she hears Fayola.. "Gods no.." The whispers out while a forepaw curls around Akase making sure the child stays put, along with doing what she can to hold the girl. Thoughts flash through her mind remember her own grandfather's death not to far from where they stand now. Dhoruba glares out at the lioness before she and her sister, and she's about to say something when her attention goes to the main fight, wait.. Isn't that Mai? What the hell jus happened? Though she doesn't get the time to wonder as Kismet charges forward and is after her sister once more and she quickly gets out of the way before Kismet can turn the attacks on her. She swiftly moves around to Kis's side as her sister lashes out at the other and she herself attacks Kis's side that is before her. Rage fills Demissle, rage and failure as he catches sight of his sisters form tumbling to the ground. He doesn't have to look at her long to know she's dead and that he let her down. It should be him, not Mai.. His in a bit of shock so Mokuba is able to push him away from Sethos which makes the king stumble as his hind legs give once more. Sethos hits him square on, but Dem fights back, forepaws ground to grab around the other, claws going to dig in while he grabs out with his maw trying to bite down on some part of Sethos.. His slowing down though, mostly thanks to the numbness that is starting to set in within his hind legs, feeling still there but bearly.

As Kismet leaps past Jaseti, jaws closing on empty air, she lands lightly upon her paws, twisting herself around to meet Jas's assault. Her eyes narrow tightly as she ducks herself down, allowing the other's attack to sail over to rake along her back, as she herself aims to knock the other over with a rush of her body beneath her chest. Her jaws, aiming low, seek to hook into her back leg, and then rend from side to side, much like a mad dog would if she scores a successful blow. Dhoruba's attack is wide open, and though she can't do much to ward it off, she hunkers down to protect her vitals, trying to put as much of Jaseti's weight into the other.

Sadiki does little to avoid a collision with the lioness, Nayadhi. Rather, she takes the blow, and skids across the earth, claws plowing the earth until she comes to a halt. She shakes her head lightly, however, it seems more of opportunity for her to crack a kink in her neck, than anything. "Hmmm...I believe you're in my way," She snaps, bounding back to return the favor with claws drawn and aiming for the face. Sadiki isn't aware of what role any of these lionesses are playing in this conflict, but she she knows who she has to protect and that's all that matters.

An ill wind blows. Much colder, much more bitter than any wind should have the right to be at this time of the year, enough to make Akase shiver as she continues to sob hysterically. The wind blows soft at first, but it grows steadily stronger. And he is there. Large and powerful, muscles rippling beneath a pelt of snowy white.. thick, barbary-ish mane of black and gold buffeted by the wind.. crimson eyes glowing with pure, raw anger. Anubis. Rarely angered in life, such anger seems almost doubled in death. He cannot be seen by those here, of course.. but he seeks to make his presence felt. The former Kimondo King glares at the Kwasians.. for they have come here with ill intentions.. and there has been death. Anubis eyes the body of his now dead daughter for a moment.. and then throws back his massive head and releases a roar that, were he in the same world as everyone living, would be filled with rage.. a roar that would carry for miles, meant to strike icy fear into the heart of those with ill wishes towards Kimondo. Unfortunately, his roar goes unheard in Kimondo. But.. thunder BOOMS! And it roars loud enough that Fayola can feel the very earth beneath her paws tremble. Lightning flashes across the sky, and the wind stirs. Has the dead King's anger brought about this storm? One could argue that it has been brewing beyond the horizon for hours and chooses only now to unleash it's fury. But there is no denying that it echoed across Kimondo the same time as Anubis roared. And then, suddenly, he is not alone. Appearing all around.. come the spirits of every lion to ever call the great pride of Kimondo home. From great figures in the pride such as the Kings.. Queens.. Anubis, Shahila.. to lionesses like Ayime and Feleti and others whose names may have been lost to history, but were important as huntresses, storytellers and cubsitters.. to young cubs who did not live to reach adulthood, but stand here now, in full adult form. They are all there, so many of them that, could they actually be seen by the living, they would no doubt send the Kwasians running to know how outnumbered they are. Unfortunately, these spirits - the spirits of Kimondo itself, the very ones who have made Kimondo great - cannot interfere. But they can make their anger known. And, man, are they /pissed off/. This is their home, their land.. and it seems its very existence is teetering on the brink. As one, the great pride roars.. echoing another roar of thunder that momentarily drowns out every other sound. They all cannot sink their claws into flesh as many of them may desire.. and so they settle for standing all around - unseen - but still trying to make themselves felt. The wind turns colder, fiercer.. biting and full of their anger and displeasure.. all directed at the Kwasians. And then.. a flash of lightning. And for a very brief second - so brief that perhaps it goes unnoticed.. perhaps some think it their imagination.. maybe there are some that even see it and believe it - illuminated in that flash of lightning, are the pale outlines of all those Kimondo lions, intermingled with their living kin, their eyes shining brightest of all, narrowed in anger. Let it be known: the spirit of Kimondo is not in the lands themselves. It is in all these present.. dead and alive.. the lions themselves. Lands can be taken away.. the lions themselves can be moved.. but the spirit of Kimondo remains. And here they stand.. either making their presences known through fierce, howling winds, roaring thunder and flashes of lightning.. or fighting, helping each other to the very end. This is Kimondo. And it always will be.

"Stay out of it!" Neyadhi snaps in return. Eyes wide, wild, she draws back from Sadiki's attack, her own paws slashing at the lioness in return. She doesn't throw herself into the battle as so many others have, but seeks only to stay between Sadiki and the lions. To keep the other out of their fight - even if Demissle is already losing. | Kismet's teeth sink into Jaseti's leg. The tall lioness responds by sinking claws and teeth alike into Kismet's back, clinging tightly, refusing to let her opponent shake her about easily. She seeks to do as much damage as possible, not with shallow slashes, but by striking deeply into Kismet's flesh and taking as much of it for herself at once as she can. But as long as she's being shaken, Jaseti's just going to hold on.

Its now back to Sethos and Demissle, the two lions clashing in a contest of grappling strength. Although Demissle's back is ailing him.. Sethos too is growing weak and quickly.. but his stubborness seems to be never ending. Although, at the back of his mind... that look in Mai's eyes is bothering him. The weather above, seems to go unnoticed by the Kwasian king, up until the loud clap of thunder rolls through the sky. Answered by a roar from Sethos... both challenging the sky and in pain as Demissle's teeth latch into his shoulder. Sethos' also looking to do the same to the Kimondo king. Sethos never believed in spirits or magic or the like... he doesn't see anything in the shadows around them. All he was willing to see was the eventual defeat of this pride. Mokuba climbs to his paws after having been shoved, glancing around in a perturbed fashion. He wants to go home.. and like.. -now-. This was getting to be really.. -really- creepy all the sudden. Deciding that if Demissle goes down sooner.. the sooner they can get out of here, the younger lion attacks Demissle's flanks. However, among the ranks of the angered Kimondo spirits... a couple more figures stand at Anubis' sides. Two kings long past, the father of Annie's still living mate being one.. the other being the founding king of the pride. Nishati's green eyes reflecting the same anger as all the rest, his voice adding to their roars. Then there's Tau... neither roaring nor angered... instead his look is one of complete anguish. He had started this pride, been murdered on his own lands, and watched over them all this time. The lion seems to be choking back a sob, before tears fall freely down his face. While at the same time, rain starts to fall from the heavens. He was always the softy, you know.

Mokuba is, even for her, a rather easy target for a minute--Sethos has unwittingly helped by shoving him away from Demissle, and Enzaudhi is fully prepared to take advantage of that; for perhaps the first time in her life, she's displaying an alarming amount of spine, and while she's not a /skilled/ fighter by any stretch of the imagination, she makes up for that, for the moment, with sheer enthusiasm. But, ever the twitchy child, when the first roll of thunder crashes overhead, she gives a little jerk, and her paw goes wide; she doesn't connect, and does in fact back up, her eyes widening as she looks at the sky. She /hates/ thunder. It scares her more than all of this squabbling down below, because it's always seemed so terribly big and it's always made everyone she knows look so very /small/. ...Ironically, it scares her a lot more than that phantom feeling of /anger/ all around her, but that's quite possibly because it isn't directed it at her; for a minute, in fact, something feels oddly familiar, and her eyes dart around, brows furrowed, oddly startled. "Papa?" Whispered, confused, and then a big fat raindrop hits her right on the end of her nose, and others follow. Oh, great. She hates rain, too. The girl lashes out, suddenly, snarling--she's aiming, once again, for Mokuba, worrying at /his/ flanks as he worries at her brother's.

Aaith lifts her head at the roar?.. No its thunder right.. She's not very sure at the moment, and in fact she leans close to Fay while pulling Akase closer to she and the older lioness. Her ears lower along with her head while her eeys close tightly as the wind starts to bellow around them. "Spirts.." She mumbles a bit, or perhaps she's just losing her mind she is rather old after all. But even with her sightless eyes she an almost swear she sees something, or someone that died a rather long time ago. Dhoruba erks as she watches her sister grabbed again and she lunges forward trying to grab hold of Kismet once more before getting smacked into by Jaseti's shaken form.. Still she doesn't give up she has to help her sister! Claws slash out towards Kismet's underside while her form shiver and tenses at the thunder and now lighting and wind that whips around her. She refuses to lose another sister, not now.. The thunder reaches Demissle as he struggles against Sethos, he has to wonder if that really was thunder, for more then a few moments he can swear that he sees oher lions all around him and his eyes widen some while his heart races more. Dem clamps down on the hold he has of the other lion, but Sethos is also able to bite down on him, and its more in his neck then his shoulder. The pain is felt and he grunts at the feeling ut can do nothing with the lion on top of him. Forepaws grip and rip as hard as he can upon the other while he tries to shake his head in order to sink his fangs in more. The attacks to his flanks don't even get a responce, Dem feels the pressure of something ripping into him but there's no pain, as if the lion's body is already starting to shut done. His spine was damanged more then he would have thought it seems.

Soon as the thunder hits, and begins to ripple across the sky, it sends Kismet out of her blood lust. Releasing the leg of Jaseti, she blinks her eyes in confusion, then suddenly starts to literally, freak out. The sight of blood, the gore, the dead lioness, the rain starting to pummel her from above, it brings her back down to reality, and into the timid, lonely girl that usually tromps around Kwasi's lands. ".. Oh god." She whispers, her breathing picking up swiftly in what appears to be hyperventilating. Jaseti soon lunges into her, catching her completely by surprise, soon followed by the dog pile of Dhoruba's claws, and for the first time, she doesn't fight back, she simply goes down, and under the fur, and muscle, as blood once more splurts out from ripped open wounds into her already scarred, and battered frame.

[continued]

[Msasi]

The Kwasian Hunt Mistress takes the blows, but she barely wanes against the force of the Queen as she will not be threaten by some foreign pridal hussy. "I have no intentions of interrupting the boys...perhaps you should have said that to your girl on the ground," That's when Sadiki's whiskers twitch and the thunder above cracks loudly. Sadiki, too, is to keen in sensing or believing in continuation of life's force after death...but my, she's feeling something as her coats begins to dampen from the rain.

The many spirits remain, their own anger continuing to fuel the storm. And we'll just pretend that WAS a raindrop that hit Enzaudhi, and not Anubis spit. ... WHAT? Just because he's surrounded by an angry mob of pissed off spirits doesn't mean he can't have a little fun, now does it?! OK, fine, it was actually a raindrop and NOT Annie spit.. but rest assured, the thought crossed his mind, if only for a fraction of a second. A few of the Kimondoans step forward to help Mai up, the lioness once again whole in this world of her ancestors. And so does the white-and-gold lioness join their ranks, the burst of wind that is their displeasure driving the rain down to earth hard, drops more like stings upon the bodies of those below. Akase skitters back, pressing herself into Aaith's belly to avoid the driving rain.. and Fayola is forced to dip her head against the driving gale. The she-cub continues to whimper and presses her face into Aaith's fur. "Momma..." And the spirits themselves continue to watch.. many shifting closer to Demissle and Sethos.. but they do not interupt. They can't... but oh, how they would if they were able.

"She made her choice," Neyadhi returns. "I made mine." And that's all there is to it. Still not seeking to start another fight, but she keeps her attention on Sadiki - because it means she's not watching Demissle lose against the brothers. | Jaseti ignores the thunder, the rain, the chill wind. Every fiber of her being is focused on one thing - the lioness who is her opponent. Disabling her, killing her - whatever works. After a moment, however, the lack of fight given in return registers, and the pale-furred lioness draws back, regarding Kismet critically with her red-washed silver gaze.

As one of the lionesses is coming after him, Mokuba yelps from the sudden pain and quickly retreats after aiming a swat at Enzaudhi. "Big brother!" he shouts over the noise of the wind, rain and thunder... his voice concerned but also scared out of his wits. As much as Sethos would deny it.. even he feels a chilling sensation in his bones and soul. Wrestling, biting... the two kings continue.. until Sethos decides to throw his weight to the side to send them both to the ground, where he quickly withdraws. "Mokuba!" Bloodied and torn, barely able to move about... his gaze turns to Kismet and with what strength he can still muster, Sethos charges the lionesses to slam into them and throw them off. "Lets get out of here.." he bellows to his pride members. Glowers sent to the Kimondoans. The storm was getting intense.. and Sethos didn't plan on letting himself or his pride die out here. However... he sees this as a victory.. although grim and not exactly what he had been going for. But right now... their safety was imperitive.

Aaith shivers some as the rain starts and she keeps Akase pulled close to her murring softly to try and calm the child, but she knows this will take a long time to get over for all of them to say the least. When Kismet falls Dhourba follows after her, she's out for blood and seeing how Sethos is over thata way she will finsh of Kismet if given the chance. Her forepaws claw and slash away at the fallen lionesses form, though she to wonders why someone isn't fighting her back? She steps back and then catches sight of Sethos charging towards her and her sister, she scrambles backwards some, skidding a bit in the mud as she goes and snarls after Sethos as he turns to go while she stands there trying to look strong but everthing hurts at the moment. Demissle grunts painfully as his slammed back into the ground once more, and with Sethos leaving he only half heartedly attempts to get up to show he better leave because it seems like his still going. His paws can't pull him up though, the mud around him not helping and the fact this his lost the feeling in his hind legs also plays a part in it. His breathing quickens for a few moments before he just gives up it would seem and lays there as the rain falls upon him. One would think he should be in pain, but he doesn't feel any, his wounds are bleeding severly and his life is going with it. He won't seen another sunrise on the only place his ever called home. His eyes close as he lays there feeling like such a failuer, his let everyone down.. This running though the lions mind while the thunder and lighting roll around him.

The rain continues to pour down upon the trio of lioness bodies from above, washing red, thick blood into the grass. Kismet though, continues to curl up into herself as she lets out a loud, horrifying shriek from the back of her throat. As Dhorbura's claws find her throat, there's a loud 'glub' noise, followed by a desperate gagging as she finds blood oozing out from between her lips. Her eyes though, seem fixated on the sky above, staring up into the stars, with tears leaking down along her cheeks. One paw reaches out, slowly towards the dark heavens, sputtering out something incoherent under her breath, before her head drops back into the grass, followed by loud wheezes.

Her claws catch flesh, and there's a brief, disturbing moment of /glee/--she's /hurting/ him, and she wants to tear in down to the bone, make him feel a fraction of the pain that his brother's inflicted upon Demissle and make his fur run as red as Mai's chest did. But the boy yowls and whirls, and strikes /her/; he gets her right across the cheek, too, just barely avoiding her eye, and rather than shrink away she roars right at him, lunges forward--but he's retreating, and so is Sethos. She would have followed if she hadn't practically tripped over Demissle. A little noise of shock, her eyes darting down, widening, and she lowers her head, pressing her nose against his cheek. "Dem...issle?" Enzaudhi's uncertain again, almost confused. And then: "We'll /kill/ them, don't worry! I'll gut /him/!" She leaves no illusions as to 'he' is, but even as she speaks, that confusion is growing, twisting her face as she only stares after the Kwasi king and his brother. They couldn't really have just waltzed in and done all of /this/, could they? She sits, hard, ignoring the pain in her cheek, and presses close to her older sibling, wide-eyed and utterly bewildered, and sadly bad at comforting, although terribly earnest.

Neyadhi turns away from Sadiki as Sethos calls his pride away. Blue eyes immediately seek Demissle, and seeing him give up on the attempt to rise... Slowly, heedless of the other leonines - Sethos, Mokuba, Sadiki behind her... any and all of them... they mean nothing. Not even the other Kimondo lionesses - such as Enzaudhi beside Demissle - matter much to her now, Queen or no. Neyadhi drops to the earth beside her mate, burying her muzzle in his bloodied mane. Tears merge with the raindrops trickling down her face. She whispers into his ear, blue eyes closing in sorrow... and shows no signs of intending to get back up anytime soon. | Attention elsewhere, Jaseti has no warning - Sethos smashes into her, the lioness' damaged leg giving as the force of his blow unbalances her. She falls to the muddied ground with a grunt, wind knocked from her lungs; by the time she can get her legs under her again, the adrenaline has begun to lose its edge, and the pain of her injuries makes itself known. Silver eyes, no longer filmed with red, lift to her surroundings... but it seems the battle is over now, so Jaseti lets her chin rest on the earth again, watching Sethos and the Kwasi leonines with hate-filled eyes as they prepare to leave.

Distracted by Nayadhi, Sadiki doesn't hear the King's initial order to retreat, however when she spots the two males leaving in the corner of her eye, she too moves to depart. She rears up and around, looking over her shoulder, only to see and hear Kismet gurgling blood on the ground. "Hon, get up...We're leaving," Sadiki sprints to her pridesister's and side, and despite the other's injuries grabs her senseless by the pelt until she is wobbly on all fours. "Come on, we're going home," She whispers, urging her out of this state.

And as the Kwasians retreat.. the rain falls normally, in drops that feel more comforting against the skin and less like piercing stings. So too do the winds calm.. and though thunder continues to roll every so often, it is without the fierce booming.. more of a low, rumbling that is much more akin to a purr than a roar. The threat is gone.. and the spirits calm. The many past Kimondoans weave gently around their living kin, as if to offer comfort.. and then, slowly, many of them fade away into whatever world awaits after death. But a few linger. Anubis steps forward, coming to his son's side. And it is there that the former King sits.. and where he will continue to sit, waiting to greet Demissle.. waiting to remind him that he is not a failure.. that a failure would turned tail and run, allowing Sethos to have his way with any of the Kimondo lionesses. -- As the rains slow, Akase breaks away from Fayola and Aaith, racing across the wet earth to bury herself into Mai's wet fur, where she begins to sob, trying to nuzzle the dead lioness back to life. "MommaMommaMommaMommaMommaMomma...." Mai's spirit comes over to curl gently around her daughter.. even if Akase cannot feel it. Fayola nudges Aaith and pads forward to sit near Mai's dead body - close enough to try and comfort Akase - and Demissle's fallen form, to be able to join Enzaudhi and Neyadhi in their vigil. Tears well in the elder's eyes as she look between Mai and Demissle.. knowing that they are still so very young, and that she would gladly die - she who is READY to die - than have either one of them leave the earth so prematurely. And so sit the Kimondoans, gathered together as the rain comes down around them. Their world, it seems, is falling apart.. but they still have each other. They always have.. and they always will, no matter what the future holds.

Dhoruba eyes Kisment's form slightly while she shifts backwards pressing close to her sister and she stays put as the Kwasi's go about dragging the lioness away and fleeing along with it. Her form shivers some as anger still runs through her form while she clenches her maw shut to keep herself quiet it seems. Her own wounds starting to throb with pain now that the rush of the battle was dying down. Aaith doesn't stop the child from racing over to her mother's form, the blind lioness slowly follows and settles there near Akase once she's found here. She feels as Fayola does, its not there time.. its not suppose to happen this way. She swallows and bows her head some Demissle hears Enzaudhi and would shake his head if he had the energy. "No..Enzaudhi, don't say that." He doesn't want his little sister to o about doing something foolish. "You go with Fayola.. Understand?" The lion questions before his attention drifts to Neyadhi as his mate presses against him. "I'm sorry never thought this would happen love." He murmurs softly to his mate.

A trail of blood is seen in the grass as Sadiki tries to heft the dead weight body of Kismet, and drag her away. The lioness continues to burp up blood from her gored throat, though one paw continues to stretch outwards, reaching for the sky, before flopping uselessly at her side. She grows quite still, and then soon slacken all together, eyes rolling back into her head as they grow a bit white.

"Oh no your don't," Sadiki growls, biting at whatever untattered hide she can to keep the lioness up. "Come on! Let's go," She urges, however, losing Kismet each time she picks her up. They don't get more than a few steps each time, before Kismet collapses. This is going to be a long trip home, she thinks. And where are the men...Half way home by now, no doubt.

Akase's cries reach her ears, and those ears fold back, her eyes closing. Part of her wants to go comfort the girl--but another part, a stronger one, for the moment, tells her to stay with Demissle until he...either dies or gets better, that's what! There's a tiny flare of hope at the thought, as if it could erase the worst of the injuries from her brother's body and--and bring Mai's spirit back into her body, and...oh, this is so /useless/. Enzaudhi hangs her head, but there's something fierce in her expression when Demissle speaks. "I could do it!" she protests, and then subsides, because she /couldn't/, really, now could she? If he did this to her big brother? "...Okay. I will." She sounds quite depressed all of a sudden. "I'll go with her. I'm sorry we couldn't..." Trailing off, now, because she knows that he and Neyadhi need their moments, she slides slowly and unceremoniously to her stomach, still leaning against the lion. One thing's sure: Sethos probably won't have people staying with him like this when he dies. /Hmmpf/.

"Ssh," Neyadhi returns quietly, not opening her eyes. "I know. Peace, love. Peace." None of them ever meant for any of it to happen. But he's dying, Kengee is probably dead, and who knows where her other children are... all effectively gone. She rests her head on Demissle's shoulder, weeping silently, grieving as another wound makes its mark on her heart, opening too many old ones along the way.

The grief of the cub is so much that, at first, she is only aware of the death of Mai. After all, the loss of a mother to such a young child like Akase is pretty much the end of the world. Akase eventually pulls back, tears continuing to spill down her face as she glances at her mother's face.. trying to ignore the ugly wound to her throat. Akase sniffs gently, turns to glance at the others.. and does a doubletake. Wait.. what's wrong with her uncle? Nearly delirious with fear, Akase stumbles over to Demissle, trying to press her body close to his head, "Unca' Dem? Unca' Dem!" Something is WRONG with Demissle, Akase can sense that much.. and to lose both her mother and her dear uncle in one evening is going to crush her. Ignoring the rain, Akase presses herself as close to Demissle as she can. "Don't leave, Unca' Dem!" -- A few tears slip down Fayola's face as she moves closer to Demissle, making sure to leave room for Aaith as well. A quick lick is given to Demissle's cheek. "You.. have been a wonderful King, young one. And I have known a number of Kings in my time." A tear splashes from the ancient one's face. "And I am sorry.. that I could not stop your sister."

Dhoruba watches wide eyed from her spot, she's unsure what to do and for a long moment does nothing before slowly standing and limping over to the others whom she glances over and lets her gaze rest on Mai then her brother. She settles down near Fayola chewing on her lip rather hard while tears start to roll down her cheeks. Demissle says nothing for a moment while his eyes close once more. "Thankyou Enzaudhi." At least there is once where his sister won't keep at it. He noses out some at Neyadhi watching her and wanting to say so many things but nothing comes to him at the moment, as if his mind had gone blank. Tears rest in his eyes as well, he truely doesn't want to leave her or the rest but he doesn't get to make that choice it seems. Hearing Akase he draws in a slight breath and nuzzles the child back. "I don't want to Akase.. But I don't have a choice nor make the rules if its my time to go then I can't stop it." He knows its hard for her to understand, even harder with her mother gone as well. "I'm sorry Akase.. An your mother is to trust me on that. I know its hard to understand now, but one day you will understand.. I need you to do something for me, watch after Granma Fayola and Aaith alright?" The lion questions softly before hearing Fayola. "I know you could not, and its not your fault.. Mai always been strong headed and she did what she did best." Aaith is slow to follow but she does, sightless gaze resting on the fallen king but she offers no words unsure what to say.

Enzaudhi doesn't appear to may much attention, outwardly, to the words offered by the others--the exchange between her brother and his mate, and Fayola's apology--the only thing that really seems to click is Akase's voice, and she when she hears the anguish in the girl's voice. She shouldn't have come back, she should have brought Akase away with Zaira and Soonali--and, even though there wasn't any time at all for them to get to Kivuli, find the rulers, tell them what was going on, muster some reinforcements, and come back to Kimondo, she can't help but be a little angry at them for not being here. Their past kings were /brothers/, how could they be off minding their own business like this? Wordlessly, she lifts her head and leans to lick Akase's head--Enz would pull her over for a hug, but she doesn't want to rob /her/ of her words with Demissle either.

Akase doesn't understand, really, being much too young. Why do her mother and uncle have to die? Why didn't any of those BAD guys have to die too? Why did they have to come in the first place and ruin their lives so? Akase is hardly even aware of the tears still flowing down her cheeks as she nods to Demissle, promising to take care of the two elders. "I promise, Unca' Dem." And then, with a heartwrenching sob, she throws herself into the lion's mane, cuddling close to his face for a moment. "I love you, Unca' Dem!" She didn't get to share any last words with her mother, after all.. no parting 'I love you's shared between mother and daughter. She wasn't about to pass up the chance to do so with her beloved uncle. After a last snuggle all to herself, Akase slips over to squish herself against Demissle but snuggled up to Enzaudhi, pressing her tear-stained face into her aunt's fur. -- Fayola leans over to nuzzle and lick Demissle once again, and then - though she remains close - she doesn't crowd the dying King, knowing that his mate, especially, must be treasuring these last moments. Fayola glances at Aaith.. then Dhoruba.. and then hangs her head, ignoring the continued rain. -- And, unnoticed by all of them, Anubis still lingers.. waiting patiently, quietly at his son's side.

Demissle smiles as he hears Akase. "I love you to Akase.. And your mother know how you feel kiddo." He offers softly. His head shifts some to press against Neyadhi's. There's so much he could say, and yet not enough time to say his, his growing weak, and tired, fatigue starting to set in along with everthing else. "No matter what you all did well, remember that.. I love all of you." The lion offers with a weak tone before she soon drifts to sleep never to wake again. Some time later before sunrise he does in deed die painlessly in his sleep at least. While the sun starts to creep over the land, rain having left a rainbow across the savannah so all may see it a slightly younger and rather glowing Demissle can be found watching the ones here, lingering as if not ready to leave but knowing he has to..

She isn't quite sure what to say to Akase when the girl snuggles up--'It'll be all right' just seems so hollow, considering that it /isn't/ all right, and she doesn't want to lie. "They won't be lonely," she whispers instead, her throat closing up. "They'll have each other, and Grandpa Anubis, and everyone who's lived in Kimondo to keep them company." She lays her head lightly--very lightly--across Akase's, careful not to squish her, and stares at the others with anxious, dark eyes, shifting to lick Demissle's cheek when he speaks again. "We all love you too." And then, quieter: "...Say hi to papa for me, okay?" It's practically a whisper, like when she'd addressed Akase; she's having trouble talking. Not really expecting an answer, she closes her eyes again, heaves a sigh, and ignores the tears running down her cheeks like she ignores her wound; she doesn't care about them right now.

And yet, the words are comforting to Akase in a way.. knowing that her mother and uncle aren't vanishing to some unknown void, that they'll still have each other.. and Grampa Annie and so many others. But.. she'll still be lonely without them. As if suddenly realizing that, Akase presses even closer to Enzaudhi.. as close as she can possibly get without actually getting under her aunt's skin. Akase is aware when Demissle becomes silent.. but, luckily, not aware of when he passes on. So much has happened this evening that in this quiet moment, the grief-stricken cub eventually just passes into slumber.. her tears slowing as sleep claims hers. -- Fayola sits quietly, waiting. How many times has she awaited the death of loved ones? Too many times. By all rights, Fayola should have died several generations ago. But she has lived.. lived to see everyone around her grow from cub to adult.. watched them pass away.. countless times. "We love you," The anicent one echoes Enzaudhi's words, a few tears splashing at her paws. And then.. waiting. When the sun begins to rise, Fayola leans over to nuzzle Demissle.. and takes note of his death. Placing a paw gently upon the male's body, Fayola murmurs the formal words of passage. "The King is dead. Long live the King." -- Anubis stands, quietly viewing Demissle. Hesitant though he is, the former King finally speaks. "They'll be OK, squirt. You saved them from whatever life they would have had with that jerk.. it might not seem like it right now, but they'll pull through." A smirk, whiskers quirking with the movement. "We're a tough lot, you know."

Squirt? Demissle blinks and peers over at his father, unsure on what to say. "I let them down though.. There have to leave here I'm sure." He offers softly, and in his true voice that he lost so long ago in that fight with Mviko. "I know there tough.." Dem pauses slightly while letting his gaze linger on Neyadhi and he sighs some before looking back to his father.

Like Akase, Enzaudhi eventually drops into a doze--but it's light, and she awakens frequently, always feeling a surge of indignance and grief when she realises that Demissle is still beside her, all torn up, and Akase's tears and her own are drying on her fur, and Fayola is keeping a death-watch over Kimondo's last king. ...But she always surrenders to sleep again after giving the male's shoulder a bleary nuzzle, because it's easier to deal with the reality of everything when she isn't awake; her sleep, light as it is, is dreamless, and while it isn't refreshing, at least it passes the time. As she comes to again, however, it's to hear quiet words nearby, and the adolescent's eyes snap wide open when their meaning registers. Oh, /no/. "I hate him, Fayola." She speaks just as softly, but her words are tinged with an emotion so rarely heard from her soas to seem alien. "I don't even know who he is, and he killed them." ...Because Demissle really isn't going to get better. It's too late, now.

Fayola doesn't seem to react to Enzaudhi's words.. silent she is for a long moment, her gaze resting on the body of the King. And then.. "I know, Enzaudhi, I know." Seating herself lightly, the elder sighs. "It is wholly unfair.. and yet I have seen it happen before. Too many times to count. And though I have lived as long as I have.. I have yet to figure out how this can be fair.. the good dying in such circumstances, while the bad are able to get away." -- Anubis shakes his head. "Let them down? No.. letting them down would have been you turning tail and running the moment that guy showed up. You stood your ground, you fought to protect your family from the fate that would have awaited them with that guy.. a fate that they might not have enjoyed, I'm sure." The lion steps forward, bumps his shoulder gently against his son's. "You paid the ultimate price.. but you did so for the protection of your family. There is no better way to go." Anubis turns, facing Demissle fully. "You made me proud, Demissle." A quick glance is given to the others, a light smile gracing the male's pale muzzle. He, too, wishes he could stay.. but he knows that, though they will grieve and hurt, they will pull through. Annie's gaze slips to Demissle before he tilts his head slightly, indicating for his son to follow. And so Anubis turns and heads for the horizon, pausing only once to glance over his shoulder, to see if Dem' follows.

Demissle listions to his father and smiles a bit, a slight nod is offered while he draws in a shakey breath and he nuzzles is father back. "Thanks dad.." Dem offers while standing as he fathers starts to leave. He waches them and moves over nuzzling them as he follows before pausing next to Enzaudhi and lifts a paw to ruffle her head fur once more, which feels like a bit of wind perhaps. He turns and follows after his father, he'll always be watching over them after all, just not as close now. "So, what's to eat? I'm starving." The lion offers with a slight grin to his father as they move towards the horizon. He always did know how to try and lighten the mood with some type of comment, even in his own death he attempts it.

[End]

[lutalo]

*snifflesnortcrysobsnortsniffle*

Sorta how I feel at the moment. Still it was a great RP and I'm going to miss Demissle along with Kimondo. Thanks all for the RP, first time I got to really kill my a char off I think..

[Msasi]

*sob* *SNUG Lut'*

I'm going to as well. It's been a blast. <3

[kisala]

It's so sad!

[Yllan]

Eee. Thanks, Annie, for mentionin' Shah'. <3

And, thanks for mentionin' Soonali too. *lurvs*

We're gonna miss Kimondo.

[lutalo]

Just wanted to say thanks to everyone who was part of the TP along with being with/in Kimondo all these years. Its been great and I think we will all carry on memories of it for some time to come. I know I will. n.n Now that I'm more awake I just had to make another post. XD

[nishati]

I never thought I'd see the end of Kimondo. It leaves a little hole in my heart to let it go. I won't ever forget all the great RPs that were had and all the wonderful people that helped me make it a great place to RP.