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Pride: Ngozi
Prompt level completed: 5 [1035/1000]
Prompt:
Mamba and Lumo laughed about the idea of Lumo and Keahi (or the other fire benders perhaps) pretending to be a dragon. With the help of some air benders, maybe they could create some billows of smoke, and really add to the whole act. Maybe they would try it, at a festival sometime. It would certainly be fun, and the cubs would surely be highly entertained. They did not fear dragons, not since Mamba had picked up a small dragon companion. In fact, the cubs loved playing with the little pseudo dragon.
Their thoughts were interrupted when suddenly, something caught Lumo’s eye.
“Hey Ada?” He said. He frowned as he glanced over his shoulder at a purple rabbit with many eyes. It stared at him, not blinking any of its eyes, and as Lumo watched it seemed to sprout fangs.
“I see it,” Mamba said, frowning. “I will keep after the Creature, you catch this.. thing. It appears to have mutated in the wake of the creature. We don’t want an infestation of mutated animals, that could choke out the native population and create a disaster for the entire ecosystem.”
“Yes, Ada.” Lumo broke away, turning back and dashing after the purple rabbit. It saw him coming and bounded away through the brush, but even its scent was strange, making it easy to follow. That, and it was bright purple, and it seemed to have developed a glow.
“Gotcha,” Lumo pounced on the rabbit, flaring his wings as he did so. He carefully picked it up by the scruff of its neck. It flailed, but could not break Lumo’s hold. It also couldn’t reach around to bite him with its new fangs, so it settled for hissing angrily at him.
The winged lion turned and headed back towards the crater. He would bring the rabbit to Lana, and then they could figure out what to do and how to contain it. Katara would be able to fashion a cage out of strong saplings easily enough, and they could bring it out to one of the rocky areas that the tide separated from the rest of the island. Or, they could even bring it out to one of the small islands that made up the archipelago of the Swimming Lion.
Lumo trotted out of the woods. The lions still gathered at the crater turned, and all their eyes landed on the faintly glowing purple rabbit.
“Is.. that the thing?” Nova asked.
Lumo flicked his tail in a ‘no’ gesture.
“The creature is nowhere to be found,” Mamba announced, walking back to the crater.
Lumo turned to his father in surprise. Why was he back so soon? And where were Avior and Viper?
“That’s unfortunate news,” Lana said, frowning. “I’ll have to send out more scouts. What’s up with this rabbit, Lumo?”
He gestured to Nova, who came and took the rabbit from his so he could speak.
“It mutated in the wake of the creature. The creature must radiate some kind of energy that changes the things around it.”
“That’s not good,” Lana said. “If it’s running around the island, it could change a lot of animals. It could upset the whole ecosystem.”
Lumo hummed in agreement. “Maybe there’s a way to reverse it though?”
“Maybe. We’ll bring the rabbit to one of the camps, and call someone to examine it. But we also need to find the creature before it does more damage. Mamba? Any ideas to find it?” Lana asked.
“I would suggest we regroup and report to the pride, then send out scouts,” Mamba said.
Lana nodded. “Good idea. Alright everyone, make your way back.”
The group returned to the beach. Nova went a different way, to bring the rabbit to a separate camp for safe holding, just in case.
However, the squad was just explaining what happened when suddenly a lion came barreling out of the jungle and slammed into Mamba.
“Mamba! Wait- Mamba?”
The pride stared at the two tussling lions. They both were Mamba. How could that be?
“Imposter!” Second-Mamba snarled, wrestling the first to the ground.
The first kicked the second and threw him off. “I am not. YOU are the imposter, fiend.”
“Lies!”
The pride just stared, unsure of what to do. Lana looked to her father, completely out of her depth here. Mar took charge.
“Everyone, be still!” The white and brown lion bellowed.
The two Mambas froze.
“You must believe me,” First Mamba said. “This lion is an invader. I beg you, lock him up, before more damage is done.”
Second Mamba growled low in his throat, eyes flashing. “Silence, thief of my form. My King, lock us both away, until the truth can be discerned.”
Mar looked between them. They appeared identical. “Thank you, but I do not think that will be necessary.” Mar smirked at them. “The truth can be discerned easily enough while you both stand here on the beach. But if you would, please have a seat.”
The Mambas sat.
Mar stepped to the side. Nuria stepped forward. She circled the pair for only half a second before coming to a stop in front of the Second Mamba. She sat down in front of him and leaned her head forward. He leaned his to meet hers, their foreheads resting together.
“It seems someone has borrowed your face, my love,” she whispered with a hint of amusement.
“Stolen, more like,” Mamba said, his tone more of a growl.
“Mm, perhaps,” Nuria agreed. She leaned back and then turned to face Mar and the rest of the pride. “This is Mamba. The other is the imposter. I can not yet discern its intentions. It is not a lion, whatever it is, which makes things a bit more difficult.” She turned her piercing gaze to the fake Mamba. “But not impossible.”
The pride had, throughout Nuria’s inspection and speaking, moved to surround the two Mambas. The imposter would not be able to escape, and there was no way it would be able to fight some 30 or so lions. It was trapped.
“Well then,” Mar said, “who are you, and why have you come here? And why use the form of one of our own?”












