THE LEGEND OF THE DEATH SISTERS
“Shangazi! Shangazi!” Cried the two little cubs, running up to their aunt and jumping up and down. “Can you tell us a story? Please? Please? Please?”
The older lioness smiled and laughed, looking up at her brother for approval before looking down at the cubs.
“Well, okay. What kind of story do you want?”
The two cubs looked at eachother, their lips curving into mischevious smirks as they looked back to Shangazi.
“Can you tell us the Legend of the Death Sisters?”
Pain. That's all the high ranked lioness felt as her last little cub was born. Licking it clean, she set it besides her other cub and laid her head down to rest.
“Fajara?” Called the pride healer, a black-backed jackal as she approached with herbs in her mouth. Her role was similar to Rafiki's, the baboon you all know as the Prideland healer. Although she didn't talk in third person and was way younger. “Are you alright? Do you need anything?”
“Water and sleep.” Fajara would reply, biting her cheek as she looked down at her cubs.
Gently, the canine would lift the cubs and then settled them back down.
“Both of them are females. Congratulations, Fajara.” Barked the jackal. She was going to say something else, but Fajara interrupted her.
“Just give me the water, get my mate and get out of here, Mganga. I'm fine, okay?” Growled the new mother, and Mganga just shrugged, grabbed some moss and left to go to the watering hole and tell Fajara's mate about the good news.
The new mother played with her claws, tapping them against the hard floor as she looked at the wall, at the cubs, and then back at the wall. There was only one thing on her mind right now- what do I name these kids?
“Shangazi! Shangazi!” Cried the two little cubs, running up to their aunt and jumping up and down. “Can you tell us a story? Please? Please? Please?”
The older lioness smiled and laughed, looking up at her brother for approval before looking down at the cubs.
“Well, okay. What kind of story do you want?”
The two cubs looked at eachother, their lips curving into mischevious smirks as they looked back to Shangazi.
“Can you tell us the Legend of the Death Sisters?”
Pain. That's all the high ranked lioness felt as her last little cub was born. Licking it clean, she set it besides her other cub and laid her head down to rest.
“Fajara?” Called the pride healer, a black-backed jackal as she approached with herbs in her mouth. Her role was similar to Rafiki's, the baboon you all know as the Prideland healer. Although she didn't talk in third person and was way younger. “Are you alright? Do you need anything?”
“Water and sleep.” Fajara would reply, biting her cheek as she looked down at her cubs.
Gently, the canine would lift the cubs and then settled them back down.
“Both of them are females. Congratulations, Fajara.” Barked the jackal. She was going to say something else, but Fajara interrupted her.
“Just give me the water, get my mate and get out of here, Mganga. I'm fine, okay?” Growled the new mother, and Mganga just shrugged, grabbed some moss and left to go to the watering hole and tell Fajara's mate about the good news.
The new mother played with her claws, tapping them against the hard floor as she looked at the wall, at the cubs, and then back at the wall. There was only one thing on her mind right now- what do I name these kids?