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 Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 3:41 am
"I can't imagine why they wouldn't be," he said with a shrug small enough so he would unbalance her. "They know you could take them any day. I don't think they're stupid enough to risk that."
He continued his way toward the dune, the one that rose higher than all the rest and stood in the middle of the vast expanse of desert, a perch fit for a king. As he walked, his paws fell lightly, imprinting the top layer of sand to leave a shallow trail through the wind-scored desert. The lines ran like waves through the thick sand, wrought there by the timeless winds that blew now and then, and had blown for billions of years.
"Not bad, Vesta, just... fooled into believing what they shouldn't." He corrected after a moment's pause. "And Finar-si, well she is a goddess, after all so I wouldn't go as far as to say she was bad. But if she does exist, she's certainly a selfish, uncaring and arrogant creature. Between you and me, I wouldn't ever like to meet her, even if she did show up." Which she wouldn't, he was sure. If she did exist, she had abandoned her children and left them to their troubles. If she could do that, then there was no reason for her to materialize again after all this time.
"A slave?" He echoed. "A slave is someone who is forced to work for others against their will. They don't want to do it, but there's no way for them to stop." It was a morbid topic to be discussing with a cub as young as Vesta, and he knew that at her age, it would be difficult to comprehend. But she had to learn, sooner or later, and when she grew up, he would explain it all to her again.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 7:16 am
She beamed, thinking herself fierce, thinking herself scary amongst birdkind. Yes, she was a lion after all, and even little lions could do their fair share of scaring!
"Not bad." She echoed softly. "I wouldn't like to meet her either. She sounds mean. I'd stomp on her toes if she came near us. I would!" And she padded her paws against his mane. She didn't truly understand the way things were, but she would someday, when she was older. Right now all she knew was that the goddess and those other Firekin were not nice.
Her ears drooped next, sadly. "That's really mean." She replied. "Lions shouldn't be treated badly. Nah-uh. If I was one of those slaves I'd just go, pow! And then beat them all up and run away. Just like that." She purred.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 6:58 am
"Yea," he said, smiling both in agreement and amusement. "So would I." He supposed, though, that it wasn't his place to judge a goddess. She must have her reasons, and whether or not those were any good was not for him to decide. Certainly, though, they could see that no truly good reason could have kept her away for so long? So either she didn't exist, or she wasn't somebody worth worshiping. It was a lose-lose situation.
"It is mean," he said softly, his mind drifting back to days so long ago and so far in the past that they hardly mattered to him anymore. He'd only been Vesta's age, then... younger, perhaps. He shook his head, and pushed the memories away. It was nothing to be nostalgic about, and it was a subject best left until the cubs were older. Because after everything, he had nothing but respect and admiration for the lioness he called his mother. Even after everything she had done, and it was because he understood, the understanding deepened by what Ripuka had done for Uddhava. But perhaps a cub so young as Vesta would not. Much as he appreciated her ability to reduce complicated matters to their simplest terms, his childhood had not been a simple matter, and at Vesta's age, perhaps she might have seen only the negative parts. To have his children despise their grandmother was not something he particularly wanted.
So he would wait until they were old enough to understand.
"You would think, huh?" He said, smiling once more. "They kind of did, though - eventually. That's why our pride doesn't have slaves anymore. Kidondo, he led the slaves, some lions from outside the pride, and lions in the pride that were starting to see that there was something wrong, in a revolution against the King. We won." He finished, keeping it as simple as he knew how. Because nothing in their pride's history was truly simple, but there were certain concepts that he wanted the cubs to grow up knowing.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 12:48 am
She was proud. Proud to be his daughter. Proud to be a Firekin. Proud in every way possible for a cub. She listened to the story of how the Firekin had changed - and for the better it seemed! For she knew in her heart that she would never be able to make any lion do what it didn't want to. It was just wrong.
"Kid-oh-do." She replied. "Big red lion." Her whiskers lifted as she smiled and she shifted forwards, tucking herself against his mane.
"So all slaves gone now? Gone into outside land, far away?" She waved a paw in a random direction.
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