It was the second time in his life that Simba had run from Pride Rock.
Or was that towards Nala?
Na-la Nala Na-la.
Tree. Rock. Sand dune.
Her name was etched everywhere in the morning of relentless savannah sun, right into every pound of foot on hard-packed soul, to the echo which broke the penultimate silence.
Yet to Simba something felt right that day, he was finally taking action. No more hakuna matata. He had responsibilities, and to think that this time he hadn't even been running from them, they
Had danced round, tormented, haunted
Him as he did precisely
Nothing
While, and yes, it had to be true
Anything
Could have happened to Nala.
Out here, the far reaches of his, their kingdom stretched into unbroken grass for miles. He knew it was where Nala and her band had been heading for. There was no roiling clouds with a dead, yes dead, father in them that morning, or an unwelcome Rafiki to swipe him with a stick.
Nothing waited behind for him this time
He ran on.
******
Days were passing at Chui, and yet some things remained unchanged. Chetu continued at unease, Dasa at ease, with just about every male lion going.
Zuri and Ketu? Constantly together, as a King and Queen should be.
To Chetu it was horribly like those early days at Pride Rock, with Simba becoming more comfortable with his own kind.
Now that was gone, forever, the minute a paw that even now tenderly stroked the side of the face of the Queen had struck the side of her shoulder to erase her memory.
As easily as a pawprint in a desert wind. Ripples in roiling water.
Unbeknown to anyone their leaders had been making plans. Nala was now not only confident, she wanted revenge on Simba. So it was that morning, mid- morning, she looked with loving eyes up at her true mate. The feeling of possession, and of being possessed in return, was a very powerful one.
They sat, minutes, hours, tails intertwined, his paw on hers.
Waiting.
Ketu as the only source of influence was a danger to any amnesiac lioness. But Nala was never to know that. It was agreed, they were off to Pride Rock, she didn't want to wait until he attacked them first.
Chetu, Dasa were sleeping as they made their move, skulking out of Chui and out under the space of sky Zaza had flown through in as many days. Then, pace was faster, time everything.
It was the second time in Nala's life she had run to Pride Rock
The skies really were empty that morning.
~The End~
Or was that towards Nala?
Na-la Nala Na-la.
Tree. Rock. Sand dune.
Her name was etched everywhere in the morning of relentless savannah sun, right into every pound of foot on hard-packed soul, to the echo which broke the penultimate silence.
Yet to Simba something felt right that day, he was finally taking action. No more hakuna matata. He had responsibilities, and to think that this time he hadn't even been running from them, they
Had danced round, tormented, haunted
Him as he did precisely
Nothing
While, and yes, it had to be true
Anything
Could have happened to Nala.
Out here, the far reaches of his, their kingdom stretched into unbroken grass for miles. He knew it was where Nala and her band had been heading for. There was no roiling clouds with a dead, yes dead, father in them that morning, or an unwelcome Rafiki to swipe him with a stick.
Nothing waited behind for him this time
He ran on.
******
Days were passing at Chui, and yet some things remained unchanged. Chetu continued at unease, Dasa at ease, with just about every male lion going.
Zuri and Ketu? Constantly together, as a King and Queen should be.
To Chetu it was horribly like those early days at Pride Rock, with Simba becoming more comfortable with his own kind.
Now that was gone, forever, the minute a paw that even now tenderly stroked the side of the face of the Queen had struck the side of her shoulder to erase her memory.
As easily as a pawprint in a desert wind. Ripples in roiling water.
Unbeknown to anyone their leaders had been making plans. Nala was now not only confident, she wanted revenge on Simba. So it was that morning, mid- morning, she looked with loving eyes up at her true mate. The feeling of possession, and of being possessed in return, was a very powerful one.
They sat, minutes, hours, tails intertwined, his paw on hers.
Waiting.
Ketu as the only source of influence was a danger to any amnesiac lioness. But Nala was never to know that. It was agreed, they were off to Pride Rock, she didn't want to wait until he attacked them first.
Chetu, Dasa were sleeping as they made their move, skulking out of Chui and out under the space of sky Zaza had flown through in as many days. Then, pace was faster, time everything.
It was the second time in Nala's life she had run to Pride Rock
The skies really were empty that morning.
~The End~