by Arbarano » November 26th, 2010, 1:43 am
Vitani's adrenaline was pumping hard. The sounds of her mother's furious speech rung in her ears, feeding burning fires of aggression from deep within. All of her inner turmoil had been silenced for now, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of anticipation for the coming battle. She would be ready. All she had to do was wait.
And wait, as the rain continued to fall all around, dampening not only the lands around, but the passion and bloodlust. Those uncertainties started to creep back, questioning what would happen to her brother, or what had happened to him.
She still waited, along with the others, for the sight of a triumphant Shari to appear on the horizon. Yet he did not arrive.
Vitani could feel the tension building amonst the Outlanders: it grew from everone of them, swelling as the moments trickled by, and pressing against others'. It was becoming unbearble; she had to do something, and something useful. Not just pace, as some of the others were doing.
She walked stiffly over to Zira, the cool rain playing tricks with her legs, already slightly tired from the pointless trek to the site of the fire.
"Mother, should I go look for him?" she asked. Maybe I'll be able to see what has become of Kovu, too she added, but to herself.