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The timer probably lies- I was coloring, listening to music, talking with my friend.... Blah Blah Blah... You know. Teenage stuff.
Anyway, I shall list the characters seen here: the only part you can find of Sarabi is her paw and chest, cuddling two of her cubs. The cubs are obviously hers, but also Scars (Note: This is after the death of Mufasa and so called "death" of Simba). The young male is Kijivu and his sister Ua. Looking on is Sarabi's eldest daughter Almasi, who is actually Mufasa's daughter, although she doesn't know that. Read the story below if you'd like!
Ah, and I would LOVE some comments or critique- anything! So drop a post! Questions? PM! Check my siggy for commission info, etc.
The timer probably lies- I was coloring, listening to music, talking with my friend.... Blah Blah Blah... You know. Teenage stuff.
Anyway, I shall list the characters seen here: the only part you can find of Sarabi is her paw and chest, cuddling two of her cubs. The cubs are obviously hers, but also Scars (Note: This is after the death of Mufasa and so called "death" of Simba). The young male is Kijivu and his sister Ua. Looking on is Sarabi's eldest daughter Almasi, who is actually Mufasa's daughter, although she doesn't know that. Read the story below if you'd like!
Ah, and I would LOVE some comments or critique- anything! So drop a post! Questions? PM! Check my siggy for commission info, etc.
Almasi looked on lovingly as her mother cuddled her two younger siblings. The sun was beginning to set on another day, and the youngest members of the pride were always the first to hunker down after a long day of play.
With a bitter smile, Almasi admired her siblings, taking in all of their physical characteristics. They were lucky. Of the three of them, she stood out as the odd one. Sadly, Almasi didn't inherit one characteristic from her father. Obviously she wasn't going to look just like him, neither Ua or Kijivu did, but at least they had his eye color or had his nose. She, on the other hand, looked like an oddly colored Sarabi. A clone of her mother, and for some odd reason, Scar, her father, was very displeased at this. When she was younger, she thought it was because she was female, and not a true heir to his throne... but all thoughts on that disappeared once Kijivu and Ua were born.
For once, she thought her father might be happy, but his excitement soon turned to anger.
'Look at that color!' He had spat, his glare fixed upon the top of new born Kijivu's head. True enough, a few specks of his to-be mane had already started to blossom- a dark red.
'Mufasa's cursed me from the grave again, I see.' She heard him mumble on his way out the cave- apparently it had been lost to everyone else's ears.
'Momma... who's Mufasa?' Young Almasi had asked curiously, a few days after the birth of her siblings. She had tried to push the name aside, but it just kept popping up, poking from the back of her mind.
Her mother froze at the name, her dark red eyes widening and her head twisted around to stare at her eldest daughter.
'Never mention that name again, you hear me Almasi? Never.' She had said bitterly. She seemed angry, but deep behind the anger was hurt and loss. Whatever it was, or who he was, it hurt her mother, so she never mentioned it again.
"Sissy?"
Kijivu cracked a tired eye open, looking up at his sister with beautiful emerald orbs.
"Hey Kiji." Almasi whispered, silently padded toward him before sitting in front of Sarabi and her siblings, "Get some sleep, 'kay? I'll be here in the morning."
With one last smile, Kijivu gave into his exhaustion and rested his tired head on his mothers' paw.
'Oh Mufasa...' Sarabi thought uneasily as her quickly growing daughter laid at her side, 'Give me the strength to tell her the truth someday.'
