Post by Davie on Jul 25, 2015 0:16:07 GMT
V I T A N I
Home.
A word that she had once thought would be placed on the Pridelands, but perhaps it was never meant to be after all, she had finally seen the errors of her way. Her mother had been right all along and she paid her back by turning her back away in a time where she was needed most. Yes, her mother threatened death upon her, but sometimes the love of a mother can be cruel and unkind. Perhaps if she had been given a blow from her mother's paw, then she would have seen the light in her words once more, but it hadn't played out in that manner. Instead, death came onto her mother like a swift current taking out an unsuspecting cub. Suppressing a shiver from crawling up her spine, she turned her focus on to something more important which was food. Unlike the Pridelands, the Outlands didn't have a prime source of food and hunger was a common enemy around these parts. Attempting to adjust back to her old life, she found herself unprepared and a bit frustrated more often, then not. With each step she took on the soft, silky sand that would burn at her paw pads which would cause her to jump, but only if no one was around.
Not only that, but her stomach would often cry out for food when she couldn't provide it with a decent meal. All these little things only caused frustration and irate from the new Queen because these things showed her as weak. It was these things she had picked up during her stay in the Pridelands and would cause her to be thrown out in the deep end of the swamp if she didn't learn to control herself. Head up high, she ignored these little things and attempted to present herself almost like her mother would have if she had been around.
Heading in the direction of the desert, Vitani kept her pace at a slow trot as not to allow her paws to linger too long on the flames that nipped at her paw pads. She knew within time, these small things would go away. That she would be able to adapt to her old lifestyle as if she had never left in the first place. Violet gaze searching the endless waves of sands, she hoped that she would be lucky with this hunt and catch something. It didn't have to be big, but just something to keep her stomach quiet for the night to come.
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