A bit from Mlevi's past. I hope you enjoy it.

My Lullaby by Disney (Lion King 2: Simbas Pride)

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"Hush my little one, you must be exhausted…one day when you're big and strong, you will be a king…" His mother left his room, her golden hide gleaming in the night as he lay on his bed with his toy sword tucked into bed with him. She paused at the doorway, looking back at him, her amber eyes soft and she stepped out of view. His dreams were full of hunts he would have and trophies he would take one day like his father that he had heard so much about. His father that he had heard stories his mother spoke of in a soft and almost enchanted voice.

'Wolf has had many hunts, more than there are branches on a tree, my love, one day you will train beneath him. My little prince.'

'Mother, how will I know Wolf?'

'He is scarred beautifully, my little prince, he will see you as a worthy legacy.'

Mother would set him on her lap, her bosom bare as she played with his dreads which were short and without their adult rings. Her recent scars were healing from her latest hunt as she let him rest his head on her growing belly.

'Will I have a brother or a sister, Mother?'

'A sister, my love, feel her move inside? You must protect her when you are grown for she will not be strong like you are.'

He did not understand then, the idea of weakness still very monochromatic to him, but he would do his best. He did not understand why his sister, for females were larger and stronger than males, it was common knowledge, would need protecting. He just wondered why she kept the newest ooman skull by her bed, she polished it till it shown, sometimes looking at it fondly as she spoke to herself when she thought he wasn't listening.

'...our child grows quickly, my love, I am sorry…so sorry…but it is better you watch our child from my side than from that hunting planet….'

He did not understand until later that his mother, who was an accomplished hunter and warrior, had disgraced herself by allowing a human of all creatures to breed her. It was a horrifying discovery when his younger sister was born, golden as her mother but without the strength of the yautja running through her veins. Yes she would live long as any yautja but she was barely more than a ooman in strength and ferocity.

Shame.

Shame.

'Protect her, my little prince, for when I am gone there will be no one to love her.'

'Mother why should I? She is weak.'

That was the first real time his mother ever struck him, it was hard enough to knock him off his feet, it was right before he would leave to train with his father. He had laid there on the floor of their stone and metal home, the humid air thick with tension as she stood above him. Dreads raised in anger as she crouched, hands on her knees, staring at him as her long dreads fell over her back like a cape.

'Never say that. She is your blood. Blood by blood you are to protect her.'

He got up silently and looked down at the stone floor as he drew in a long breath. 'Yes Mother.'

She smiled to him and drew him to her bosom, her purrs sending shudders through his small form as he looked past her to see the slender, delicate of his sister peeking out from a doorway Her golden skin and large blue eyes blinking at him before disappearing behind the corner.

'Yes Mother.'

'One day, my little prince, you will be a king. Remember that. Always remember that.'

'Yes, Mother.'

Present.

His eyes opened as he lay on his bed, staring up at the metal overhead he let out a long breath before sitting up.

Fuck.

Touching the fresh wound on his side he got up looking at the blood spots on the furs covering the bed. Taking the soiled ones he tossed them into the cleaner and went into the large bathing room of his ship. Unclipping his loincloth he stepped into the steaming water and it stung the slash on his side, but the burn was more than enough to give him an erection.

Ignoring it he looked up at the metal ceiling and his clawed fingers traced over the water as he thought of his dreams from before. Dreams of the past. Dreams of his mother, his long lost mother, her bosom and golden dappled hide with red eyes that were so soft. Gentleness he had forgotten in a females touch and it was a touch that he himself sometimes craved.

Closing his eyes once more he could here the soft padding of feet and looked up as the young ooman stood in the doorway, her black fur or hair down to her shoulders but she was still a child. He stared at her as she wrung her hands in front of her simple shift and moved his hand to beckon her closer.

"What is it, little one?"

"Master...I had that nightmare again."

Still too young to stir any form of attraction to him, though to some he knew it was tantalizing, he tilted his head. "Nightmare?"

"I was flying to a bright light but there was blood everywhere…I was screaming but there was no sound." He clicked as she spoke and rose from the water, his hand over his crotch as he put back on a fresh loin cloth. He leaned down and tilted her chin up to him and smiled widely, his voice as soft as a whisper in winter.

"Well now, I am here. Nothing to fear, sei-i?"