Post by Kiara the Rogue on Feb 20, 2016 13:52:05 GMT -5
((March 22nd, early evening. Closed to Kula and myself. Sorry I took so long to get this going; and I hope this is okay as a starter? ^^))
Did she have a purpose in life?
Kiara wasn't sure she knew anymore.
She wouldn't give up on it, of course she wouldn't. Even if nothing else remained that Zira had drilled into her head for months upon months on end, the will to survive against all odds was the one thing she had never let go of. Even when she'd sunk deep into grief over Kovu's death, and even further over his spectre's rejection of her, she'd still fed herself, still managed the minimum needed to keep herself alive, even if it was without any conscious thought. She'd never once considered letting herself end it all, she'd always driven herself to stay alive - even when she felt like she'd lost all cause to do so.
But truly living for a purpose, besides simply keeping herself going? The young lioness couldn't have answered that.
But oh, Great Kings, she wished she could.
She tore a hunk of flesh off her most recent catch, an antelope she'd picked off when it had unwisely wandered away from its herd; chewed slowly as she turned the thoughts over in her mind. She wanted to have a direction again, she genuinely did. The anguish of Kovu's death, followed by her months of solitude that hadn't really allowed her to work through any of it, had taken a toll on Kiara; though she'd fallen away from the animals she cared for in the Outlands, the memory of those she called family still made her long for that old sense of companionship, of belonging.
If only she knew where it was that she belonged.
Exhaling heavily, the golden-pelted female shook her head. It wasn't in the Outlands, she knew that for a fact; there, she had come to realise, she was little more than a weapon, not a being in her own right. And it sure as hell wasn't in the Pridelands; even after the encounter with her father, Kiara knew with certainty that she could never return there.
That didn't leave her a great deal of options.
She turned her gaze skyward, staring up at the all-enveloping darkness that chilled her very soul. She couldn't even see the stars, much less the Kings beyond them; but the chance meeting with her father had reminded her of something from long ago, something she'd seen him do once or twice on occassion.
And though she hadn't given it any serious thought for an absolute age, Kiara now found herself doing exactly the same.
"Grandfather Mufasa? If you're there, I need guidance. Where am I supposed to go now? Where am I meant to belong?"
It didn't occur to her until a moment later that there might have been another presence close enough to hear her words.
Did she have a purpose in life?
Kiara wasn't sure she knew anymore.
She wouldn't give up on it, of course she wouldn't. Even if nothing else remained that Zira had drilled into her head for months upon months on end, the will to survive against all odds was the one thing she had never let go of. Even when she'd sunk deep into grief over Kovu's death, and even further over his spectre's rejection of her, she'd still fed herself, still managed the minimum needed to keep herself alive, even if it was without any conscious thought. She'd never once considered letting herself end it all, she'd always driven herself to stay alive - even when she felt like she'd lost all cause to do so.
But truly living for a purpose, besides simply keeping herself going? The young lioness couldn't have answered that.
But oh, Great Kings, she wished she could.
She tore a hunk of flesh off her most recent catch, an antelope she'd picked off when it had unwisely wandered away from its herd; chewed slowly as she turned the thoughts over in her mind. She wanted to have a direction again, she genuinely did. The anguish of Kovu's death, followed by her months of solitude that hadn't really allowed her to work through any of it, had taken a toll on Kiara; though she'd fallen away from the animals she cared for in the Outlands, the memory of those she called family still made her long for that old sense of companionship, of belonging.
If only she knew where it was that she belonged.
Exhaling heavily, the golden-pelted female shook her head. It wasn't in the Outlands, she knew that for a fact; there, she had come to realise, she was little more than a weapon, not a being in her own right. And it sure as hell wasn't in the Pridelands; even after the encounter with her father, Kiara knew with certainty that she could never return there.
That didn't leave her a great deal of options.
She turned her gaze skyward, staring up at the all-enveloping darkness that chilled her very soul. She couldn't even see the stars, much less the Kings beyond them; but the chance meeting with her father had reminded her of something from long ago, something she'd seen him do once or twice on occassion.
And though she hadn't given it any serious thought for an absolute age, Kiara now found herself doing exactly the same.
"Grandfather Mufasa? If you're there, I need guidance. Where am I supposed to go now? Where am I meant to belong?"
It didn't occur to her until a moment later that there might have been another presence close enough to hear her words.
