Resentment and loud noises (Open)

[Tattered]

Sitawi paced, the evening coming to an end. Since the night before, all the lion could do was worry. Normally, such emotions were foreign and distant. But unlike every other night where he’d take residence beneath the dead tree and sleep, Sitawi was pacing back and forth. Every stride he took, every breath of air was a reminder what happened. There was nothing anyone could do; not that he was known for accepting sympathy. In fact, he was known for his short temper and indifferent attitude. His muscles rippled beneath his mahogany pelt, the sight rather attractive if not the strain frown upon his muzzle.

His claws extracted, digging deeply into the earth below him. His tailed swayed behind him, flowing away like a smooth river. His mane, though matted with dirt, appear more masculine than his distant orbs. The orbs, however they may appear, did not look like a normal lions. But like a dead soul, waiting for his sentence. Sitawi lowered his maw with the sound of a near by pride member moved in the distance. Already, he was snapping at a normal noise that happened every night.

Steadily, he removed himself away from the ground and onto the rocks. He couldn’t care less who was up at this early hour. His mind was on the brink with problems. Without Katili, who had been missing for a few days, the pride was gone berserk. No one, really, would listen to his son- Ajay. And with Niara missing, there was no one to take control over the pride. Bayas were known for their merciless killing and uncontrollable blood lust and really he was no different, but there was a little bit of sanity left in him. The pride needed order and without that, there was no parties of hunters to search for food and for that, many of the Bayas were fallen ill.

Sitawi, growling and snarling at the noises near by, began to bother him. With all the distractions, his mind was losing that little reality grip he tried to hold on to. Without thinking, he released a deep, loud and enraged roar; allowing everything or anyone he was there and they needed to shut up!

[~Sam(I)Am~]

Kadaj lay silent on a large rock just outside the entrance of a small cavern like cave. His head held high and his ears twitched slightly to the noises of the beginning night. During the late hours of the day, most low mountain caves begin to seep water from their walls and dropped temperature to a freezing cold. His cave was particularly low and further back in the mountain compared to the others; making it very dark to where almost no sunlight ever reached the inside, and cracks were so scarce not even the heat of the day could creep in. The water from rain and precipitation had no where to go but towards the back of the cave, making it rise to about ankle deep. Most lionesses of the Baya pride didn't care for those as much, at least not the ones with cubs. Of course kept in a cold wet place for too long their cubs would turn ill and Parrish much quicker. But Kadaj liked it in the lower caves of the mountain side, the darkness made him feel secure and he didn't mind the water at all. Besides the company of himself this side of the mountain was mostly barren, and rarely did he ever come out for the exception to do the tasks asked (or demanded) of him, by another member of the pride.

Kadaj sway his tail from side to side rhythmically as he lay there starring out over the land. His hazel eyes catching the sun setting light and flashed reflections of green when his head turned to just the right angle. He thought of ways to try and help the pride but could not do it alone. He is a very large lion for his age of three, but was not full grown and felt he needed help with this. For over half the pride had fallen ill due to the lack of food and water in this place, and on top of that it seems the whole ruling family had taken off. Katili has gone off somewhere, Niara is MIA, and Ajay?... poor Ajay. Kadaj shook his head at the thoughts, this was beginning to drive him mad. All his life he has some sort of order, be it may his eternally enraged father, the King of the Baya pride Katili, or even another male figure to listen, look up to and admire.

Kadaj snarled at the new chaos the pride had fallen to but just then he heard a Roar of anger or frustration, and it sounded like a male... but it was not Katili. He slowly stood to his feet and shook his brilliant two-toned main and pelt free of water and grass. His hazel orbs glancing over every surrounding and in his head thought he had pined the location of where the sound had come from. He gracefully jumped down from the rock and took off toward the voices general direction.

[Tattered]

The auds of the multi-colored mane lion lifted in the results of his roar. He noticed the noise did not originate from his original location. Instead, it revealed itself from the cavern and came to be a lion he hardly saw. This lion, for particular reason, enjoyed his time alone in the deep depths of the cave. Sitawi could care less of the pride and the luxury they choose for themselves; but when this Kadaj appeared from the darkness, Sitawi pinned his aurds against his skull. There was very little they had in common with. Or what he knew of anyway. Sitawi enjoyed the sound of battle, the excitement of a war. But this lion, hardly spent his time out of his precious cave, or so how Sitawi saw it as.

Besides, having only met with the lion before him very few times and nonetheless, spoken with him even less in number; Sitawi shook his powerful mane and turned from the sight of another male lion. It was neither disrespect nor interest, he was merely in deep thought and couldn’t provide a decent conversation. Though his mane still grow, he was about the same age as the lion with the two-tone lion. Sitawi suddenly became aware of their differences. He didn’t even have to glance back, his memory bringing the details in comparison. The other lion might have been a little large, but the thoughts on him soon faded into a whole new thought.

"Is there a reason you’re here?" Sitawi asked, now only realizing there had been minutes before he even began to talk. In other words, Sitawi was neither annoyed or angered, just upset about the entire situation and even surprised he cared at all. The pride mattered little to him and even less now that there were cheetahs multiplying. But the only good thing becoming part of the Baya clan was the wars and blood shed.

The lion, heavy with muscles, centered himself in the middle of a stone cliff and jumped to the other side. He came across the presence of the opposing lion, who had just appeared from one of the many caves and was now under the moonlit sky. Sitawi curled his claws over the stone he walked on, not in the least physically showing signs of his distress.