In the Mornings Dim Light

[Kalu]

~Open~

It was still dark. The sky was just becoming alive with the broken rays of the sun. Clouds still lingered above, basking in their gift of rain and its importance upon the feeble creatures of the savannah. Dew rolled down the blades of grass, falling into tiny puddles below.

Dainty paws stepped silently in the smooth lope on to the moist ground, claws protruding as the lioness’s weight pressed upon each pad, leaving there mark in the rust colored earth. Her pale coat stood out like a beacon in the cool early morning. Few animals stirred so early but Kalu favored moving before day break, a trait she had learned from her adolescence.
These grassy plains where a far cry from her childhood home in the teak woodlands. The dawn air was so cold here it almost burned her lungs with each breath, and with each exhale she watched as her heat escaped in small rolling clouds of hot air. She felt rather vulnerable without the cover of trees and large shrubs, a big pallid speck in a vast see of auburns and gold’s.

Word Count: 194
Muse: Meh neh
Character: Meandering around, rather lost.
Notes: There was more but I didn’t like it my muse started to die on me -.-

[...mikhali•]

As most sane creatures of the humid plains, Mikhali preferred roaming the lands at sunrise and sunset, when it wasn't cold nor was it boiling hot. So, clambering away from the stone dens the lionesses and their cubs slept in, he made his way around the land, tracing the scent marks the dominant males had sprayed, knowing that it wouldn't be long until he would never be allowed to do such a thing while there were other leaders of this pride. Oh, yes, his sisters were faring quite well, and they had a few choices. They could make their own pride, or they could stay with the Yahar. But the males? Oh, sure, until they were a year of age they were welcomed. If born into the pride, that is. Thankfully, this went for females, too.

But, what about when they matured? After they were about eighteen months of age? That's when they weren't needed anymore. Oh, yeah. That was when their mothers whom the stupid lions loved chased them out, teeth bared, their fathers claws ready to rip their sons apart. Some family.

That was why Mikhali was different from the other lions. He didn't like to 'make friends' - who needed friends? If your own flesh and blood were going to turn on you eventually, wouldn't that prove that there was nobody you could trust? Sure, it's not like your family will always be the best just 'cause they're your family, but since when did maternal instinct fade? Since ever. that's the way it's always been. Just like how not every cub will survive. In fact, Mikhali was the last living from his litter of five. He intended to keep it that way, and I guess he thought that trying to grow up faster than normal was the way to go about it.

Untrained as his senses were, it wasn't long until the unfamiliar scent of a rather unusual lioness came to his nostrils. His ears flicked up and he paused in his sulky prowl, fatty legs tensed, calculating - who was this? Was it, perhaps, the smell of a male? Should he return to the females and warn them? As much as he disliked the idea of going back to them for help, he wasn't going to try and face fully grown lions in battle. Mikhali was always rather skimpy about fighting and all that. He liked to scurry away quickly, or try not to get into the physical zone.

But when he saw her he didn't really want to go in search of the lionesses - not like he'd need to, anyway. A rogue female, weird-looking (or, at least, not at all like the lionesses of his pride with vibrant golden pelts) and who had quite obviously not eaten for some time. She was thinner than the pride females, and Mikhali instantly decided she wasn't much of a threat. But that didn't mean she was welcomed.

ooc. finally finished, i guess. i don't think i finished it properly, but i srsly i hate keeping pplz waiting. xD