Post by Simba on Sept 22, 2011 12:43:39 GMT -5
Dawn rose as gently over the pridelands as a butterfly rises from the petals of a flower. Golden rays pierced the darkness and changed the sky from black to a clear, crystal blue. In the vast plain Pride Rock stood majestically, watching over the savanah. Within the stone habitat lions began to rise, awakened by the heat of the day.
Near the back of the den, on a sligtly raised platform of stone Simba raised his head and stretched his jaws wide in a great yawn. As he did his forepaws stretched far out in front of him, each of his claws extending against stone. With his stretch done he looked beside him and rubbed his head against the pelt of his mate. She stirred gently under his touch.
Finally he rose from the nest of rock, quickly shaking his fur clean of dirt, then cast his gaze over his clan. Against one wall the elders still slept. In the center of them he noticed his mother, Sarabi, sleeping with one paw over her muzzle. On the other side he saw a few cubs, already wide awake and trying to beg their mother to let them see the territory. Scanning the remaining lions he saw his last remaining son, Koda, but did not see his daughter among them. She had probably already run of, but to where he was not sure. With a quick command he summoned one of the lionesses before him and sent her off with orders to retreive his daughter.
"I'm telling you," He heard the voice of his mate before he saw her beside him. She sat with her pelt against him, "you worry way to much. She's probably just on the top of pride rock. You went up there plenty as a cub."
"I also went the the elephant graveyard," He reminded her. "Either way, she'll be brought back." He stood and stepped from his nest and padded through the pride, his head high, and stopped at the entrance, "A few of you come with me," He said loudly enough that his voice carried a slight echo to it, "The pride needs some prey for tonight."
He then bounded down a few of the step-like stones to the plains below, not bothering to see who decided to follow him. But rather knowing they would come.
Near the back of the den, on a sligtly raised platform of stone Simba raised his head and stretched his jaws wide in a great yawn. As he did his forepaws stretched far out in front of him, each of his claws extending against stone. With his stretch done he looked beside him and rubbed his head against the pelt of his mate. She stirred gently under his touch.
Finally he rose from the nest of rock, quickly shaking his fur clean of dirt, then cast his gaze over his clan. Against one wall the elders still slept. In the center of them he noticed his mother, Sarabi, sleeping with one paw over her muzzle. On the other side he saw a few cubs, already wide awake and trying to beg their mother to let them see the territory. Scanning the remaining lions he saw his last remaining son, Koda, but did not see his daughter among them. She had probably already run of, but to where he was not sure. With a quick command he summoned one of the lionesses before him and sent her off with orders to retreive his daughter.
"I'm telling you," He heard the voice of his mate before he saw her beside him. She sat with her pelt against him, "you worry way to much. She's probably just on the top of pride rock. You went up there plenty as a cub."
"I also went the the elephant graveyard," He reminded her. "Either way, she'll be brought back." He stood and stepped from his nest and padded through the pride, his head high, and stopped at the entrance, "A few of you come with me," He said loudly enough that his voice carried a slight echo to it, "The pride needs some prey for tonight."
He then bounded down a few of the step-like stones to the plains below, not bothering to see who decided to follow him. But rather knowing they would come.