[B-PRP] Weaving Tales [Chi'Mkia x Kuraĝo]

[Daffupanda]

It'd been quite some time since Myuto had vanished.

At first, Chi could not help but feel the strong, bitter taste of betrayal deep in her throat; her hunger had lessened and she'd spent many days apathetically watching the sun go up and then back down again. It'd been the kind lions of the Kizingo'zaa that had kept her alive, for lord knew that if it had not been for them... the tiny lioness would have wasted and withered away.

It took her a long while to realize that for all her negative thoughts, she could not really blame her partner of sorts. After all, he had not promised himself to her; he had broken no oaths. There had been no betrayal, no matter how much the romantic in her felt betrayed or hurt at his sudden absence. Perhaps this had been the plan all along? Get her to safety, and then continue on with a life of solitude; after all, the lion had never been particularly socially inclined, and Chi had watched him suffer for it while they'd spent time settling her into the pridal customs.

Looking back, she was forced to admit he'd meant her no harm, and likely hadn't known how to say goodbye without accidentally hurting her in the process. Perhaps vanishing into the night one day had been his idea of being merciful, even if she didn't particularly appreciate the gesture.

The big, round lioness that had adopted her had often rolled her kindly eyes at her. Over dramatic child, she'd said once, and Chi had to agree, in some deep, dark corner of her mind; looking back, she may have been a touch over dramatic in her reaction to Myuto's parting, but then again... few knew the real reason behind her deep sorrow. It had been he, that had managed to claim her away from a life of foreseeable suffering, and in a way, perhaps she had imprinted on him in some nearly unhealthy way as her only coping mechanism.

She'd been told to live for herself, not for someone else, and now she could see the wisdom in that, as hard a pill to swallow as it'd been at the time.

It had taken time for her to get up, work around the pride and actually live life once more, and interestingly enough, the appearance of the large, strange rogue that she happened upon one day had helped. He never stayed too long, but also didn't stay away for long either; it was a delicate balance, what he did, she realized. He had itchy, wandering paws, Big Momma had told her, and at first, she had titled her head at the definition. Itchy paws... she did not understand the itch to move, to travel.

All her life she'd wanted to belong, to have a real home, and the Kizingo'zaa had offered that. Chi could not visualize a future were she would up and leave the land and those she had come to care for as family because of a need to wander, and the curiosity she felt upon regarding the rogue for his lifestyle had been part of the reason she'd approached him whenever he'd come, time and time again. Sometimes, he came with presents to bear - a stone from a far off land, a leaf, a bone, a trinket and he'd gift it to her, and she'd craft items out of them.

Other times, he came with simply the story of the far off land, and how it looked, the people he saw and how they lived, and slowly... he began to paint a world that the small lioness could barely visualize within her mind's eye. It was then that Matope's words had made sense; itchy paws indeed. Perhaps the world was not nearly as terrible as she'd been lead to believe and perhaps... it'd be worth it to see some of it, if Kurago's stories were to be taken as true.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a small, black crow landed at her feet, his red eyes looking up at her silently. Kuro blinked, and smirked up at her as best a bird could with a beak, and then made a small motion towards the jungle behind him; Chi needed no further prompting. She knew what the insufferable bird was telling her, and thus, she got up from her spot and launched herself into a run, her head held high as she scented the air. Upon figuring out where her friend was, the lioness took cover within the abundant foliage, and then jumped straight out and on top of his prone body, "Kurago!" it was a rather happy chirp, and in her attempt to startle the lion (which she may or may not have succeeded at... after all, she was not the most prolific of huntresses), she completely missed the two poor, weary jackals.

The black crow that had followed a short distance and perched himself on a nearby branch, however, did not, and he chuckled as he watched the mayhem below.

Alpaca Chobi