Post by Flax on Mar 22, 2008 11:30:37 GMT -5
Makanior Maka
"Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer
The world passes by in my summer, our last summer
The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other
I let you watch it all, the view through our last summer
The view from our last summer..."
I am Makani. Peleke Tribe.
We knew no violence.
Or if we did.
We fought with honour and reason.
My sire was Ikaika. Dead.
My dam was Leilani. Dead.
Siblings I had 3.
Haukea. Dead?
Kailani. Dead?
Akumu. Dead.
Ikaika. Killed by Lions, defending pack.
Leilani had same fate.
Pika, our Beta, died at the paws of the Lions.
His mate, Alani, slaughtered.
Drowned, was our poor elder, Elikapeka.
And story teller, Akela.
But her daughter, of mysterious birth, Mele.
I do not know.
And me?
I’m as black as the clearest night sky.
Some may say I look bluish.
In the right light.
My eyes are yellow gold.
Like a hawks.
I am five feet ten from muzzle to tail.
I am thirty two inches high to the shoulder.
I love pups, and story telling.
There’s magic in it, don’t you think?
I am respectful.
And out going.
Except around strangers.
I am named for the zephyr.
For the breeze.
For the wind.
And I find bliss in this.
But I feel pain.
I remember the day.
The summer day before.
How the sunset glowed a pinkish hue.
How it looked so wonderful.
Casting shadows through the mountain where we roamed.
The stream was cool.
The breeze was soft.
We were happy.
But that’s when the Lions came.
We knew no violence.
Or if we did.
We fought with honour and reason.
My sire was Ikaika. Dead.
My dam was Leilani. Dead.
Siblings I had 3.
Haukea. Dead?
Kailani. Dead?
Akumu. Dead.
Ikaika. Killed by Lions, defending pack.
Leilani had same fate.
Pika, our Beta, died at the paws of the Lions.
His mate, Alani, slaughtered.
Drowned, was our poor elder, Elikapeka.
And story teller, Akela.
But her daughter, of mysterious birth, Mele.
I do not know.
And me?
I’m as black as the clearest night sky.
Some may say I look bluish.
In the right light.
My eyes are yellow gold.
Like a hawks.
I am five feet ten from muzzle to tail.
I am thirty two inches high to the shoulder.
I love pups, and story telling.
There’s magic in it, don’t you think?
I am respectful.
And out going.
Except around strangers.
I am named for the zephyr.
For the breeze.
For the wind.
And I find bliss in this.
But I feel pain.
I remember the day.
The summer day before.
How the sunset glowed a pinkish hue.
How it looked so wonderful.
Casting shadows through the mountain where we roamed.
The stream was cool.
The breeze was soft.
We were happy.
But that’s when the Lions came.
“Lions!”
Ikaika’s head rose. Ears pricked forwards.
“Where, Pika?”
“Beyond the ridge. We have to go!”
“They wont harm us, not unless we do something to them."
“But Ikaika!"
“But what? You know the Lions of this area as well as I do, we made a pact, no one will fight unless there is due cause to.”
“Ikaika!”
“Enough."
His four cubs were looking at the two impressive male wolves. It seemed the Alpha was almost daring his Beta to challenge his authority, daring Pika to look him in the eyes for longer than necessary.
Akumu piped up, a little voice amongst the two deep males’.
“Father?!
“Yes, son? "He had not taken his eyes away from Pika.
“Could you just… um. No disrespect. But couldn’t you just hear him out?"
Ikaika turned to look at the muggy brown yearling. Regarded him. Then looked at his other cubs. Haukea and Kailani, both a snowy white. Makani, the deepest black. Haukea joined her brother.
“Please, Father, let him, it seems important!”
“Well. Fine. What is it, Pika?"
“They aren’t our usual Lions, sir…” Pika said stiffly. “From out of the area, rebels, against everything, their only desire is drawing blood.”
“Where did you hear this?"
“I talked to Tau, the Lion from over the waterfall. He was the one who warned me of them, then I saw them whilst returning."
“Thank you, Pika. And thank you Akumu, Haukea.”
The Alpha turned to face Makani.
“Maka, can you go and find Akela and Mele, Kailani, find Elikapeka, Haukea, find your mother and Alani. Akumu, you can stay with me and Pika."
The cubs nodded and ran in various directions.
“Where shall we go, sir?" asked Pika.
“We are to find a way out.”
“The river? The damned Lions wont dare go near it.”
“Very well."
Makani loped along the elk trail, picking up Akela and Mele’s scent. As soon as he located Akela’s, he padded a little faster, but Mele’s was still faded. He heard a distant roar, and sprung into a sprint.
“Makani, are ants biting your paws or something?” came a wise voice. Akela.
“Lions!” Makani explained as he ran back. “We must find Mele.”
“I don’t know where she is. But she probably is far away, you know how she is, come, lets go to your parents.”
Kailani had found Elikapeka in her usual dozing spot, underneath a grand oak.
“What is it, cub?” she asked grumpily.
Just as moodily, Kailani replied, ‘Lions, we are all needed. And that includes old fruitbats like you.”
They both glared at each other, then grinned.
“Ha. Like your grandfather, you are.” She said, rising to her feet, “Come then.”
Once the cubs had arrived back at the den, Leilani and Alani were already there with Haukea. Akumu stood proudly at his father’s side. But Mele was nowhere to be seen.
“We must move,” warned Pika,
Ikaika turned and lead them down the mountain path towards the river. He stood in front of it.
“Right. They are coming on the other side. To get to us, they will have to cross the river, but stand your ground.”
Hackles raised. They all watched as two cat shaped beasts clawed their way out of the shadows.
“Get ready.” murmured Ikaika.
A roar came from behind. A yelp of pain, followed by silence. Alani had fallen. And with one steady paw on her body, was an adult, male Lion. He grinned savagely, and licked his maw of her blood.
A mixture of emotions ran across Pika’s muzzle. Then anger took over. With a blood-curling howl, he lunged at the Lion who had taken his mate.
“Pika!” yelled Ikaika.
But Pika had been dodged, and was engaged in a tangled fight with the Lion, made entirely of blind rage. The Lion sought his throat, found it, and Pika lay with his mate. For eternity.
Haukea was crying. Kailani looked shocked. Makani felt sick. But Akumu, with his dominant status, looked as though he felt nothing, standing next to his parents with pride.
“So who else dares?” growled the Lion. Moving towards them, slowly, surely. His friends on the other side of the river had found a way to cross, and had the pack encircled.
“Try and get into the river. And swim.” Ikaika murmured, out of earshot of the Lions. “Swim like you’ve never swam before.”
“What was that, wolf? Are you my next victim?"
“Fine."
“Ikaika, no!" Leilani whined at her mate.
“Hush my dearest… Protect them, and you Akumu."
He gave his mate a soft nuzzle and licked her on the cheek, which she returned. Then he walked forwards hackles raised.
“Ready, wolf?"
“Stop patronising me, and fight, Lion.”
“So be it.”
With an almighty bound, the Lion leapt at Ikaika, pinning him to the floor. Ikaika pushed him off and with amazing agility, leapt back at the Lion. A mass of grey and faun fur was the two animals as they fought. The there was silence. The only sound was the steady breathing of the Lion. Bite marks adorned its catlike muzzle, along with claw, and scratch lines. His shoulder was completely torn.
“So who’s next?”
“I’ll take one, brother." Called his comrade. And he stalked forwards, grinning.
“You heard what Ikaika said, get to the river. Come Akumu.” Leilani’s throat was choked. A part of her was gone, forever. And now was her revenge.
Elikapeka whispered, “Come, now, whilst they distract them.”
And the wolves silently backed up towards the river. The third lion saw this, and leapt after them, driving them deep into the treacherous part of the water, The tide was fast, and Elikapeka, being old and weak, was not strong enough to fight the current. With her, fell Akela. The cubs watched as the merciless water took their loved ones, much as the Lions took the rest of their pack. They heard anguished, howling cries of pain upriver.
Fighting for air. The river tried to take them. Grabbing at their fur.
Makani felt himself being taken under, and just saw His siblings fighting for the sky as he blacked out.
Cough.
Splutter.
Gag.
Makani began to wake, ridding his system of the water. Bleary eyed, he raised his muzzle. He was on a bank of some sort. He could see another washed up body about three metres away from him. And another, and another, and another. All seemingly dead.
Wearily, pain sweeping through his mind and body. Muscles aching and shivering, he crawled up the bank and under a tree. He back at his pack. All dead. He wanted to stop, to cry, to give up.
A roar in the distance.
He had to move on.
But as he turned his back, he didn’t see either Haukea or Kailani’s body move ever so slightly on the muddy bank of the river.
Ikaika’s head rose. Ears pricked forwards.
“Where, Pika?”
“Beyond the ridge. We have to go!”
“They wont harm us, not unless we do something to them."
“But Ikaika!"
“But what? You know the Lions of this area as well as I do, we made a pact, no one will fight unless there is due cause to.”
“Ikaika!”
“Enough."
His four cubs were looking at the two impressive male wolves. It seemed the Alpha was almost daring his Beta to challenge his authority, daring Pika to look him in the eyes for longer than necessary.
Akumu piped up, a little voice amongst the two deep males’.
“Father?!
“Yes, son? "He had not taken his eyes away from Pika.
“Could you just… um. No disrespect. But couldn’t you just hear him out?"
Ikaika turned to look at the muggy brown yearling. Regarded him. Then looked at his other cubs. Haukea and Kailani, both a snowy white. Makani, the deepest black. Haukea joined her brother.
“Please, Father, let him, it seems important!”
“Well. Fine. What is it, Pika?"
“They aren’t our usual Lions, sir…” Pika said stiffly. “From out of the area, rebels, against everything, their only desire is drawing blood.”
“Where did you hear this?"
“I talked to Tau, the Lion from over the waterfall. He was the one who warned me of them, then I saw them whilst returning."
“Thank you, Pika. And thank you Akumu, Haukea.”
The Alpha turned to face Makani.
“Maka, can you go and find Akela and Mele, Kailani, find Elikapeka, Haukea, find your mother and Alani. Akumu, you can stay with me and Pika."
The cubs nodded and ran in various directions.
“Where shall we go, sir?" asked Pika.
“We are to find a way out.”
“The river? The damned Lions wont dare go near it.”
“Very well."
Makani loped along the elk trail, picking up Akela and Mele’s scent. As soon as he located Akela’s, he padded a little faster, but Mele’s was still faded. He heard a distant roar, and sprung into a sprint.
“Makani, are ants biting your paws or something?” came a wise voice. Akela.
“Lions!” Makani explained as he ran back. “We must find Mele.”
“I don’t know where she is. But she probably is far away, you know how she is, come, lets go to your parents.”
Kailani had found Elikapeka in her usual dozing spot, underneath a grand oak.
“What is it, cub?” she asked grumpily.
Just as moodily, Kailani replied, ‘Lions, we are all needed. And that includes old fruitbats like you.”
They both glared at each other, then grinned.
“Ha. Like your grandfather, you are.” She said, rising to her feet, “Come then.”
Once the cubs had arrived back at the den, Leilani and Alani were already there with Haukea. Akumu stood proudly at his father’s side. But Mele was nowhere to be seen.
“We must move,” warned Pika,
Ikaika turned and lead them down the mountain path towards the river. He stood in front of it.
“Right. They are coming on the other side. To get to us, they will have to cross the river, but stand your ground.”
Hackles raised. They all watched as two cat shaped beasts clawed their way out of the shadows.
“Get ready.” murmured Ikaika.
A roar came from behind. A yelp of pain, followed by silence. Alani had fallen. And with one steady paw on her body, was an adult, male Lion. He grinned savagely, and licked his maw of her blood.
A mixture of emotions ran across Pika’s muzzle. Then anger took over. With a blood-curling howl, he lunged at the Lion who had taken his mate.
“Pika!” yelled Ikaika.
But Pika had been dodged, and was engaged in a tangled fight with the Lion, made entirely of blind rage. The Lion sought his throat, found it, and Pika lay with his mate. For eternity.
Haukea was crying. Kailani looked shocked. Makani felt sick. But Akumu, with his dominant status, looked as though he felt nothing, standing next to his parents with pride.
“So who else dares?” growled the Lion. Moving towards them, slowly, surely. His friends on the other side of the river had found a way to cross, and had the pack encircled.
“Try and get into the river. And swim.” Ikaika murmured, out of earshot of the Lions. “Swim like you’ve never swam before.”
“What was that, wolf? Are you my next victim?"
“Fine."
“Ikaika, no!" Leilani whined at her mate.
“Hush my dearest… Protect them, and you Akumu."
He gave his mate a soft nuzzle and licked her on the cheek, which she returned. Then he walked forwards hackles raised.
“Ready, wolf?"
“Stop patronising me, and fight, Lion.”
“So be it.”
With an almighty bound, the Lion leapt at Ikaika, pinning him to the floor. Ikaika pushed him off and with amazing agility, leapt back at the Lion. A mass of grey and faun fur was the two animals as they fought. The there was silence. The only sound was the steady breathing of the Lion. Bite marks adorned its catlike muzzle, along with claw, and scratch lines. His shoulder was completely torn.
“So who’s next?”
“I’ll take one, brother." Called his comrade. And he stalked forwards, grinning.
“You heard what Ikaika said, get to the river. Come Akumu.” Leilani’s throat was choked. A part of her was gone, forever. And now was her revenge.
Elikapeka whispered, “Come, now, whilst they distract them.”
And the wolves silently backed up towards the river. The third lion saw this, and leapt after them, driving them deep into the treacherous part of the water, The tide was fast, and Elikapeka, being old and weak, was not strong enough to fight the current. With her, fell Akela. The cubs watched as the merciless water took their loved ones, much as the Lions took the rest of their pack. They heard anguished, howling cries of pain upriver.
Fighting for air. The river tried to take them. Grabbing at their fur.
Makani felt himself being taken under, and just saw His siblings fighting for the sky as he blacked out.
Cough.
Splutter.
Gag.
Makani began to wake, ridding his system of the water. Bleary eyed, he raised his muzzle. He was on a bank of some sort. He could see another washed up body about three metres away from him. And another, and another, and another. All seemingly dead.
Wearily, pain sweeping through his mind and body. Muscles aching and shivering, he crawled up the bank and under a tree. He back at his pack. All dead. He wanted to stop, to cry, to give up.
A roar in the distance.
He had to move on.
But as he turned his back, he didn’t see either Haukea or Kailani’s body move ever so slightly on the muddy bank of the river.
So.
That’s my story.
I kept walking.
I followed the river into Glyn territory.
And now.
I think I’ve found home.
I miss my pack.
But I have been given a second chance.
I’m not going to waste it.
And I’m so happy.
That’s my story.
I kept walking.
I followed the river into Glyn territory.
And now.
I think I’ve found home.
I miss my pack.
But I have been given a second chance.
I’m not going to waste it.
And I’m so happy.
"I found a place so safe, not a single tear
The first time in my life and now it's so clear
Feel calm, I belong, I'm so happy here
It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere
I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling"
