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As the sun rose and kissed the side of the canyon, Nanaki awoke. His mother has dosed off beside him, so he did not bother to wake her.
He stretched and shook his flame-red mane from his eyes. Such beautiful emerald eyes, eyes that hypnotized everyone with their beauty. He was such an elegant creature.
He had assumed that the War had calmed, because he felt no sign of danger. The red beast yawned, and walked into the sunlight, Kichie's blue eyes silently following him. "Nanaki?" She yawned tiredly. He turned to face her, with a confused look on his face. She looked sad, what did she want? "I have some bad news, Nanaki" She stated, not looking into his eyes. "Your father...Seto.... He..." She couldn't finish...She dreaded every second of this. "He what?" Nanaki wondered aloud. "He...Ran away. I'm so sorry, Nanaki, but he is never coming back." She stared at the cave floor, a tear in her eye. "Are you telling me that my father, the great Seto, ran away?" Nanaki looked sort of angry. Kichie nodded softly. She seemed depressed. She WAS depressed. Seto really left to defend the canyon, so she and Nanaki would be safe. She wished that she could have told him the truth. Nanaki snorted and strutted angrily out of the cave, to organize his thoughts.
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Nanaki had trouble remembering what all had happened that faithful morning. Though, something had happened that he would never, ever forget. He regretted ever being angry with his mother, because his guilt constantly haunted him. However he still could not forgive his father. His father was actually the one he was mad at, but he took it out on her. He sure wished he hadn't. *******************************************************************************************
He had been ambushed. The chief of the Gi tribe had defeated Seto and the other warriors, and made his way across the canyon. Nanaki had never fought before, let alone fight for his life. He was pretty much pampered, being the only offspring of Seto and Kichie, the two fiercest warriors in the canyon. His position was of great respect, and yet, people feared him. Why didn't the Gi chief fear him? Had he no knowledge of his authority?
The beast had no time to think as the Gi leader swung his sharp hatchet at Nanaki. He yelped in pain as it sliced his shoulder blade. Nanaki retracted his small, sharp claws and swung his tiny paw at the warrior. The swing obviously at least caused the chief some pain because the warrior cried out and smacked the small cub, causing him to fall sideways onto the stone ground. He yelped in pain once more, caused by the blow, the fall, and the stinging pain of his shoulder. Pain is not something Nanaki was used to. Where was Kichie or Seto, when he needed them most?
With his small, weak body, he lunged at the warrior's leg, biting it with his baby teeth. It really didn't make a difference, but at least he tried. The Gi chief, who was groaning in pain, flung him about. Nanaki had locked his jaw on the leg, now digging his paws into the sides, holding on for dear life, growling with his undeveloped vocal chords. His growl wouldn't even scare a mouse away.
Suddenly, he was thrown off of the chief. He had become unconscious for a short moment. As he regained his vision he saw a big red blurry figure, tackling the warrior. He blinked and the blurry red figure became clear. He had seen golden beads shimmer in the morning sun. Kichie had come to save her only cub from his impending doom.
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Nanaki dreaded to think about what happened next. He accidentally whimpered out loud at the memory. He looked around the inn unsure. The next morning he would have to face the undead Gi chief that killed his mother and gave him his permanent scar. Cloud, Barret, Tifa, and Granpa were still sleeping. He sighed. If he didn't face his fear of his memory, he would never get over it. ********************************************************************************************
Nanaki watched in horror as the warrior flung Kichie off of him, slashing her neck with his hatchet. She roared in pain, hitting the cold rock with a heavy thud. Nanaki's fur had bristled, and he let out a shrill battle cry, flinging his half-conscious self at the Gi chief. There was no way in hell that he was going to let his beloved mother die.
The warrior lunged his hatchet at Nanaki's face with ease, before the beast could even reach him. All Nanaki could see was read, still blurred from his lack of consciousness. He had gotten a pounding headache, and he felt as if his skull was ripped open, and his brains were pouring out.
He had fell near his mother, who was fighting to stand, for the sake of her beloved cub. The warrior had begun to laugh. Nanaki could faintly hear it, as he drifted to full unconsciousness.
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When he remembered the pain, he trembled. He pawed at his face, feeling the deep scar. As he thought of it, he started to feel it hurt again. He winced and quit thinking about it. A deeper hurt came to him suddenly, as he remembered his mother's bloody, lifeless body. The picture was forever engraved into his brain. *******************************************************************************************
Am I dead? He thought to himself as he awoke. He opened his eyes. Only one of them opened, however. The other he guessed had been scarred shut. All he could see out of the scarred one was darkness. He had no idea what had happened while he was unconscious. He blinked so the surroundings would be clearer. The warrior had gone, but Kichie lay there, a river of crimson surrounding her. He couldn't think about her. First, his cowardly father had run away, and now his mother was dead, her soul becoming one with the Lifestream.
All of this, happening in such a short morning. He could not comprehend it. He had fought to save his mother, and his mother had fought to save him. It was a lose-lose situation either way. Kichie had failed in protecting him, costing her her life. Nanaki had failed to help her, costing him his mother. Ugh, his head hurt. Whimpering, he collapsed on the ground. He was so tired and weak, so weak that he could no longer stand. Maybe if he fell asleep, he would wake up from this nightmare.
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Nanki jolted awake. He had had a nightmare. He remembered his dream, and he thought that maybe his mother was alive, and his father was still here, and the war had never started. He opened his eyes, hoping to see his mother and father cuddling together, sleeping peacefully. Instead, he saw half of the room, the other half darkness. He saw a huge gun arm hanging off of one of the beds onto the floor. So much for hope. Reality had hit him as he saw it. His mother was still dead, his father was still gone, and he still had only half of his vision. He sighed, and tried to drift of to sleep, the death of his mother still haunting his memory.
He shivered. Reality had smacked him square in the jaw. Kaimana, his love, was also gone. That however, was just another sad memory. How he longed for her, to feel her silky light red fur against his rough dark fur. And her long, thickly braided mane blowing in the wind. She was so beautiful to him. Suddenly, his thoughts and memories were interrupted as he fought the urge to sleep.
His eyes slowly closed, with the silhouette of his love etched behind his eyelids. She was all he could think about now, since the memories of his mother were now passed. He wouldn't forget her, but still…it brought him too much pain.
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Kaimana is a Hawaiian word meaning "diamond" :)
As the sun rose and kissed the side of the canyon, Nanaki awoke. His mother has dosed off beside him, so he did not bother to wake her.
He stretched and shook his flame-red mane from his eyes. Such beautiful emerald eyes, eyes that hypnotized everyone with their beauty. He was such an elegant creature.
He had assumed that the War had calmed, because he felt no sign of danger. The red beast yawned, and walked into the sunlight, Kichie's blue eyes silently following him. "Nanaki?" She yawned tiredly. He turned to face her, with a confused look on his face. She looked sad, what did she want? "I have some bad news, Nanaki" She stated, not looking into his eyes. "Your father...Seto.... He..." She couldn't finish...She dreaded every second of this. "He what?" Nanaki wondered aloud. "He...Ran away. I'm so sorry, Nanaki, but he is never coming back." She stared at the cave floor, a tear in her eye. "Are you telling me that my father, the great Seto, ran away?" Nanaki looked sort of angry. Kichie nodded softly. She seemed depressed. She WAS depressed. Seto really left to defend the canyon, so she and Nanaki would be safe. She wished that she could have told him the truth. Nanaki snorted and strutted angrily out of the cave, to organize his thoughts.
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Nanaki had trouble remembering what all had happened that faithful morning. Though, something had happened that he would never, ever forget. He regretted ever being angry with his mother, because his guilt constantly haunted him. However he still could not forgive his father. His father was actually the one he was mad at, but he took it out on her. He sure wished he hadn't. *******************************************************************************************
He had been ambushed. The chief of the Gi tribe had defeated Seto and the other warriors, and made his way across the canyon. Nanaki had never fought before, let alone fight for his life. He was pretty much pampered, being the only offspring of Seto and Kichie, the two fiercest warriors in the canyon. His position was of great respect, and yet, people feared him. Why didn't the Gi chief fear him? Had he no knowledge of his authority?
The beast had no time to think as the Gi leader swung his sharp hatchet at Nanaki. He yelped in pain as it sliced his shoulder blade. Nanaki retracted his small, sharp claws and swung his tiny paw at the warrior. The swing obviously at least caused the chief some pain because the warrior cried out and smacked the small cub, causing him to fall sideways onto the stone ground. He yelped in pain once more, caused by the blow, the fall, and the stinging pain of his shoulder. Pain is not something Nanaki was used to. Where was Kichie or Seto, when he needed them most?
With his small, weak body, he lunged at the warrior's leg, biting it with his baby teeth. It really didn't make a difference, but at least he tried. The Gi chief, who was groaning in pain, flung him about. Nanaki had locked his jaw on the leg, now digging his paws into the sides, holding on for dear life, growling with his undeveloped vocal chords. His growl wouldn't even scare a mouse away.
Suddenly, he was thrown off of the chief. He had become unconscious for a short moment. As he regained his vision he saw a big red blurry figure, tackling the warrior. He blinked and the blurry red figure became clear. He had seen golden beads shimmer in the morning sun. Kichie had come to save her only cub from his impending doom.
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Nanaki dreaded to think about what happened next. He accidentally whimpered out loud at the memory. He looked around the inn unsure. The next morning he would have to face the undead Gi chief that killed his mother and gave him his permanent scar. Cloud, Barret, Tifa, and Granpa were still sleeping. He sighed. If he didn't face his fear of his memory, he would never get over it. ********************************************************************************************
Nanaki watched in horror as the warrior flung Kichie off of him, slashing her neck with his hatchet. She roared in pain, hitting the cold rock with a heavy thud. Nanaki's fur had bristled, and he let out a shrill battle cry, flinging his half-conscious self at the Gi chief. There was no way in hell that he was going to let his beloved mother die.
The warrior lunged his hatchet at Nanaki's face with ease, before the beast could even reach him. All Nanaki could see was read, still blurred from his lack of consciousness. He had gotten a pounding headache, and he felt as if his skull was ripped open, and his brains were pouring out.
He had fell near his mother, who was fighting to stand, for the sake of her beloved cub. The warrior had begun to laugh. Nanaki could faintly hear it, as he drifted to full unconsciousness.
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When he remembered the pain, he trembled. He pawed at his face, feeling the deep scar. As he thought of it, he started to feel it hurt again. He winced and quit thinking about it. A deeper hurt came to him suddenly, as he remembered his mother's bloody, lifeless body. The picture was forever engraved into his brain. *******************************************************************************************
Am I dead? He thought to himself as he awoke. He opened his eyes. Only one of them opened, however. The other he guessed had been scarred shut. All he could see out of the scarred one was darkness. He had no idea what had happened while he was unconscious. He blinked so the surroundings would be clearer. The warrior had gone, but Kichie lay there, a river of crimson surrounding her. He couldn't think about her. First, his cowardly father had run away, and now his mother was dead, her soul becoming one with the Lifestream.
All of this, happening in such a short morning. He could not comprehend it. He had fought to save his mother, and his mother had fought to save him. It was a lose-lose situation either way. Kichie had failed in protecting him, costing her her life. Nanaki had failed to help her, costing him his mother. Ugh, his head hurt. Whimpering, he collapsed on the ground. He was so tired and weak, so weak that he could no longer stand. Maybe if he fell asleep, he would wake up from this nightmare.
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Nanki jolted awake. He had had a nightmare. He remembered his dream, and he thought that maybe his mother was alive, and his father was still here, and the war had never started. He opened his eyes, hoping to see his mother and father cuddling together, sleeping peacefully. Instead, he saw half of the room, the other half darkness. He saw a huge gun arm hanging off of one of the beds onto the floor. So much for hope. Reality had hit him as he saw it. His mother was still dead, his father was still gone, and he still had only half of his vision. He sighed, and tried to drift of to sleep, the death of his mother still haunting his memory.
He shivered. Reality had smacked him square in the jaw. Kaimana, his love, was also gone. That however, was just another sad memory. How he longed for her, to feel her silky light red fur against his rough dark fur. And her long, thickly braided mane blowing in the wind. She was so beautiful to him. Suddenly, his thoughts and memories were interrupted as he fought the urge to sleep.
His eyes slowly closed, with the silhouette of his love etched behind his eyelids. She was all he could think about now, since the memories of his mother were now passed. He wouldn't forget her, but still…it brought him too much pain.
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Kaimana is a Hawaiian word meaning "diamond" :)