Thread: Shifting Sands [ Rook10 & Bear ]

It was in the hot desert sands that a young lioness had been born to her duty, the first daughter in a long line of sons that was born to a couple of decent standing in their tribe. From a young age Ramla had shown signs of the gift of sight, and for that she had been given her name. In the tongues of their land, her name meant fortune teller, and that was what she rightfully had been seen as. When she was but a child the tides turned, as the tribe leader had offered her sacrifice for a seeing only for the outcome to be Less than what hed wanted. In the shifting sands of her looking glass, she had seen horrors that the tribe had never known before. Furless creatures stole away their children in the dead of the night and hid them away behind stone walls where water was abundant and the people were careless for each others lives. She talked of horrors they had never seen before, their kind flogged for following basic instinct such as mating and enslaved to the creatures that were without fur. The truth had been a pill too bitter to swallow, a burden too great for the man to bear. And because of that he forbid her to speak of it. Her title was stripped from her and the respect of her family had been taken away, cast to the part of town with the rest of the dishonored families. Among the beggars and whores, Ramla grew into the lioness she had seen herself to be in the looking glass, round of hip and bosom with a mane and tail that were the color of the sun as it fell from the sky. And though they had stripped her of her honor, they had not made her fortunes any less true. It was in the cold of the starry skies when even the moon had abandoned them that the furless creatures had found them, and as she had foretold so many years previous, they stole into the homes of those with children. The first night they lost a kit that was barely off the teat, a youngster that still had their cub fur on them and had the sweetness of childhood. The second night they had stolen a young female that was in the prime of her heat, taken as she napped after a day of vigorous and passionate sex. Only when the moon returned did the members of the camp stop disappearing, but the people in it were left in a frenzy. Their community, though primitive in its own ways, was still a society based on the cooperation of all of its members. They were close knit and cared more deeply for each other than the furless creatures did, but that didnt mean they were without taboos. One such was the greater dishonor she had done her family. She had stumbled upon another feline in their community, a young beauty much like herself that was as spirited as any could be. She was as warm as the sun-heated sands and as quick as a viper, every bit a beauty as she was a scholar. And though the romance was forbidden Ramla was in love. And love had turned her inner eye blind towards her lover, unable to see her fate in the ever shifting sands of the looking glass, a worry that kept her up each night with the missing peoples in their group growing. Because of this, she was one of the first awake in their community, kicking through the sands as she wound her way through tents and lean-tos that their kind lived beneath. Nyla? She called out for the girl, leaning her head back to try and catch her scent on the winds, Nyla!