Username: AwkwardAnxiety
Link to pride or group: Spirit's Dawning
Prompt level completion: Level 5
Prompt:
After the Umbra bolted, all five males gave chase, running after it as fast as they could. While the Umbra had speed on it’s side, the lions knew the terrain and they soon had it cornered. Distressing as it was to attack a creature in Striga’s guise, they would if they had too.
The Umbra shivered in fear, like a lost cub, an action that was unsettling to see on Striga’s body. It mumbled under it’s breath in a strange language, then seemed to realize that the lions didn’t understand. Striga’s face melted away, revealing an ambiguously shaped dark head with glowing red eyes, like looking into a 3-dimensional shadow, but the rest of it’s body stayed as Striga’s. The head then shifted again, absorbing colors in small swirls like the night sky and taking on the shape of a lion’s head. A zebra-like mane sprouted in a ridge along it;s back and deep black horns grew from it’s jaw, creating a triangular silhouette.
It smiled at them in some attempt to be friendly, but as it had earlier, the smile only set the viewers more on edge than they’d been. It’s sharp, extremely long and pointy teeth did not set them at ease like it had hoped.
“Here, Run, Uuk’oks. Chase, Find?” It stumbled through it’s speech. Despite it’s earlier clarity using Striga’s mouth, now that it used it’s own, it’s speech was broken. It spattered in words from it’s alien tongue, perhaps because it did not know their translations or there simply weren’t any. It’s was was also now warped, distorted.
“Vegnoiks, Jetjai. Find him, He is Hidden.” It said in an attempt to explain, or perhaps continue into a new message. The lions weren’t really sure which. It indicated toward’s itself with Striga’s paw.
“Like me. Better game hider.” It appeared to pout, looking down at the ground in frustration at it’s difficulty to communicate.
“Will take. Stop Uuk’oks.” It said, nodding as if agreeing with itself or maybe trying to emphasize it’s statement.
It added one last thing, before looking to the lions for their response, in a decisive voice. “You help.”
The Umbra lifts it’s head, proud that it had communicated so well. Surely the lions understood and would help it. Despite it’s difficulty, it had surely mastered the lion’s language.
Having been stunned into silence after it’s display, the lions finally shook off their astonishment.
They looked at each other in bewilderment, not really sure at all about what the Umbra had meant.
Cymatilis turned and whispered to Ignis. “Did you understand any of that?”
Ignis shook his head. He stepped forward threateningly, and growled at the Umbra. “Where. Is. My. Daughter!” He demanded, pressing his face right up to it’s.
The Umbra stepped back. It opened it’s mouth to respond when they were both interuppted.
“Uncle Ignis, what are you doing to that poor thing?!” Ortui cried, running up to them.
Ignis turned his glare on his niece. “This beast did something to Striga and I’m going to find out what.” He snapped.
At the same time, Cymatilis exclaimed, “What are you doing here Ortui? It’s dangerous!”
Striga stepped up beside her cousin. “Who did what to me?” She asked, confused. “I was just worried because the shadow thing’s scent doubled back and joined yours...” She trails off as she notices the strange shadow head on an exact duplicate of her body. “What. The. Spirits.” She blurted out in surprise.
The two groups converse and catch each other up on what happened.
It seems that after the Umbra “ran away”, it came back to observe the siblings’ exchange, memorizing Striga’s speech patterns and mannerisms. It ran again when she started heading towards it and they had a fast chase through the territory until it was able to give her the slip. It then doubled back again, this time copying Striga’s form, and headed to where it’d seen the other lions. And that was where the patrol met it.
They couldn’t be certain that’s exactly how it’d gone, they couldn’t exactly ask it with it’s limited grasp on their language, but from comparing their stories it made the most sense.
“What should we do now?” Ortui asked, looking between her cousin, father, and uncle.
Ignis and Striga spoke at the same time.
“Chase it away. I don’t want it near anyone in my pride ever again!”
“We should help it. It seems like it may know of a bigger threat that’s coming.”
“Chase it!”
“Help it!”
“Chase!”
“Help!”
Ignis and Striga quarreled, father against daughter, leader against heir. Finally, Cymatilis stepped up, feeling it was safest for him as Ignis’ sister’s mate.
“Striga has a point in that it may know of some threat that’s chasing it or that it’s chasing. It seemed to imply that. However, Ignis also has a point that it’s dangerous to keep around. It can take the form and mannerisms of another and we have no idea what other capabilities it has. We should keep it here to keep an eye on it. If we chase it off, it could just come back as another lion that we don’t know and we’d never find out. We can try to help and learn from it, and if it becomes a danger, we exterminate it. Deal?” Cymatilis offered, laying out the facts.
Neither of the two really liked it but they both had to admit that it was a decent plan.
“Alright.” Ignis replied gruffly.
“I guess.” Striga mumbled with an irritated huff.
The patrol decided to escort it back to the den site, flanked on all sides, with Striga in front at Ignis’ insistence, so the Umbra couldn’t convincingly take her shape and escape since all of them would be able to see the real one.
When they got to their dens, two guards were assigned to be with the Umbra at all times while Ignis explained the situation, with minor editing, to the pride. The others went to catch up on what sleep they could before morning came.
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