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ｄｅａｔｈ ｆｏｌｌｏｗｓ ｍｅ
name: kofi
[means death in
swahili]
age: five
gender: male
breed: lion
allegiance:warrior
romantic interest: eshe
[her name means life,
his means death cx
it's cute cx]
kin:
mother- ashai
father- storm
siblings- imani
ｄｅａｔｈ ｆｏｌｌｏｗｓ ｍｅ
i was born weird. awkward. well i was born fine, it's just what happened after that mattered. my father died, just over five minutes after my birth. my mother, ashai, was planning on naming me when he returned from his hunt. he never did. he's out there somewhere, maybe alive, or maybe dead. he was seen knocked out, his pulse unsensable. they don't know what actually happened to him, but my mother blames it on me. i personally still think he's alive. the next day, his body was gone. no blood, just his scent. they followed it to a zebra herd. perhaps they attacked him, and killed him if he wasn't already, or someone ate him after ambushing the zebra. what i believe, is that he attacked the zebras, not they attacked him. but i hate him if he really is alive. i've been treated terribly since a cub, because my mother thought he was dead. she thought it was my fault. to this day, i don't even know who he is! or his name! no-one will tell me, because they think i should be punished. outrageous! i was left in a corner, no food, no drink, just silence. occasionally ashai would look back to see if i was still there. if i even moved one inch, though, i'd be slapped. i began to realise my mother hated me, as much as i hate my dad.
it was when she met kimbu that i started being treated that little bit better. it had taken her a while, but in the end ashai found a new mate. two whole years. when i say it like this, it doesn't sound like a lot, but you should've seen her. for two whole years, whilst i was sat in my corner i heard her crying in the corner. i felt the need to comfort her, but i knew if i spoke she'd slap me. she let out all her anger on me. i took it though. i understood what she was going through. it was hard for me, too, not growing up with a father figure to copy. i tried adjusting, trying to make it feel like kimbu was my father. it never worked. he acted nice and friendly to me, but i hated him. he was trying to replace my dad! how could he? i know i hate him, but i wouldn't want him replaced! but, to be honest, i'm glad they got together, otherwise i wouldn't have my gorgeous little sister, imani.
i grew up trying to be a good brother, but i always felt replaced by kimbu. i tried to be nice and look after her and treat her like a princess, but he always seemed to be better at the job. better at everything. so i left, in a hope to find something, or someone better. i still don't regret it.
after a few days i began to regret it though, thinking of the pain my mother has to go through, after losing her first mate and now her son. but then i realised how much she hated me, and knew i shouldn't really be that bothered. from now on it was all about me. until imani showed up...
she had followed me. all the way out in the open. on her own, just going after my scent. i was furious but kind of relieved. i wasn't going to be alone. we stayed out in the open till she was two, and i was four. and then we found this pride.
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ｊｕｓｔ ｈａｖｅ ｆａｉｔｈ.
ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ｉｎ ｍｅ.
name: imani
[means faith in
swahili]
age: three
gender: female
breed: lion
allegiance: hunter
romantic interest: x
kin:
mother- ashai
father- kimbu
siblings- kofi
ｊｕｓｔ ｈａｖｅ ｆａｉｔｈ.
ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ｉｎ ｍｅ.
when i was born i had no clue what my half-brother was going through. i barely knew he existed. i certainly didn't think he was my half brother. i thought he was an outcast. i thought he had done something so wrong, that he couldn't eat. well, my mother thought he did something that bad. i was just left to believe her, and for the first couple months, i did. each day i would watch his frown, his sadness, and a little bit of anger, and i would feel guilty. like it was my fault, but i didn't even know him. i felt guilty eating in front of him. when my mother wasn't looking, i'd rip off a bit of meat and walk over to him. i'd drop it in front of him, smile, and walk away. each day we grew closer and closer, because we began to talk. and then one day, he spilled the whole story to me. how we were related. how his mother was mine. and then i began to realise what a cruel person my mother was. i confronted her about him, and she admitted it, and she told her what she thought. i was disgusted. i had to live with it, for a whole year.
then my brother disappeared. my mother laughed, my father laughed. they wanted him to go. "listen dear imani, now he's gone, we have no sins in our life. if he dies, which he probably will, then the sin is gone." i told her it didn't work like that. she ignored. she began to treat me like a queen. i hated it. ugh i hated it so much! so i left aswell, a couple days after kofi. i found him, and then we stayed in the wild for ages. another year i think it was. and then we found this pride, a year later. it seems my life has been perfectly planned out, each year something else happens. but i'm hoping there's no changes this year. i love it here.
