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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2018 4:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2018 7:17 am
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Her father...
Na'ani did not know what to think of him any more. Why had she believed that everything in their little family had been perfect? She had been convinced that her mother and father loved one another deeply. But, with Rana's pregnancy by Bast'ion, that perfect illusion started to disperse. Her mother had been hurt by the betrayal, and it seemed as if no amount of love she had felt for Bast'ion would be enough to mend the wound that had been dealt. Na'ani could not understand why her father had done it - had their family not been enough for him?
Had they somehow been a disappointment to him all along?
"Hey," her jackal companion, Nebu, spoke up, breaking the train of Na'ani's thoughts before she became too lost within herself.
"I am just fine," she insisted, even if it was a lie. Her life had been a lie, it seemed. Na'ani had realized just how naive she had been all this time.
Walking by herself, she noticed Rana and Raksha pass by, and had stopped near them enough to figure out that Bast'ion had fallen off the cliff edge. Her concern for Rana was nonexistent, the hybrid was as guilty as her own father. But... Bast'ion was her father, and she found herself running towards the spot where he had fallen.
"Na'anu!" she spotted her twin making her way down the cliff side, and took off after her. Frantically, she hurried down the the same path her sister had taken, hoping to catch up to her. Nebu was left trailing behind her, barking a warning to her master that the cliffs were dangerous. Na'ani paid little heed to the warning, and used the slick slope to her advantage, sliding to increase her speed and make her way towards her twin quicker.
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2018 5:41 pm
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"Right," Na'ani agreed as she finally reached her darker twin. In recent months, Na'ani had finally started to find her own inner strength, though she was still leagues from being the most confident and secure lioness in the pride. In time, she'd turn out to be a reflection of her mother. Whether that was a good thing to be in a pride like the Myrsky Syntynyt was still yet to be determined.
"Do you think... he could have survived?" she asked softly. Her relationship with her father had grown strained from the news of Rana's pregnancy. Na'ani hadn't taken to the information well, and had spent more time away from the family den than within it. The tension was almost palpable when she was there, and it was easier to escape the drama than endure it. They were selfish actions of a teenage daughter that had been raised to be a little bit selfish.
Her pace slowed to match her sister's when she realized that the quicker she ran, the more danger she encouraged. If their father was... gone, running would do nothing to change his fate. They reached the base of the cliff, and she saw him, though she could not discern what kind of condition he was in. Her throat clenched, and she anxiously cast her gaze towards Na'anu. "Is he...?" She couldn't bring herself to check, just in case he was gone. It would be a miserable way to go, the Stormlords would not be pleased by such a death.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2018 7:35 am
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Relief flooded through her body when she heard her father's voice. It was weak, but it was still there reminding her that even after his betrayal that she still loved him. The last thing Na'ani wanted was for her father to die a horrible death like this, bleeding out on the rocks alone.
As Na'anu moved forward to check on Bast'ion, Na'ani lingered back. From the distance between them, she could already tell that her father was badly wounded. It would be a monumental task for two young lionesses to carry a full grown male back up the steep slope of the cliff's side. She had no reason to believe that she could do it, that she could bear seeing her father in a terrible condition enough to carry him back to safety.
"It is bad, isn't it?" she whispered softly to Na'anu when her twin returned to her side, hoping it was quiet enough for her father not to hear. He likely knew what poor condition he was in, but he certainly did not need the reminder of it. "I don't know, it'll be a struggle, and what happens if we drop him and hurt him more? What happens if we leave him here to find help?" Every second likely mattered, but there was no clear path forward for the twins to take.
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