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paixaorpg2011-03-20 01:27 am
mightyhuntress) wrote in paixaorpg2011-03-20 01:27 am
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When it seems all your dreams have come undone [Active]
Character(s): Kovu, Kiara, Simba (eventually awake) and whoever else in Vyers' poor apartment.
Content: Kovu and Kiara arrive with injured Simba.
Setting: Vyers Apartment
Time: Yes.
Warnings: The lion drama continues.
Kiara was more than a little frightened for her father's life. It was hard to see just how much damage Zira had caused, as her father's mane hid it. To see him pass out, however, was something she'd never seen, ever, so in her mind it had to be bad.
This wasn't all that troubled the princess. Kovu barely saying a word to her wasn't helping things; if anything, he was making things worse. Not being able to bear his silence, she'd finally walked on ahead, so he couldn't see her silent crying. The past few weeks were taking a toll on the young lioness.
Hopefully, someone at the apartment could help her father and somehow Nala needed to be found too. Kiara missed her mother terribly, especially right now. If only she'd come from a time when she knew who Kiara was. While she was so glad Nala believed that she was her mother, she couldn't expect her to take on that role any more than she could expect Simba to take on the role as her father. The lack of her parents, as she knew them, to fall back on for support was starting to wear on her. They'd always, ALWAYS, been there for her, after all.
Still avoiding looking back at Kovu, she brushed lightly at her face with the back of her paw, trying to clear away signs of tears, before doing her best to knock on the door to the apartment. Of course, it came across more as some desperate thumping, but at least it would likely get someone's attention.
Content: Kovu and Kiara arrive with injured Simba.
Setting: Vyers Apartment
Time: Yes.
Warnings: The lion drama continues.
Kiara was more than a little frightened for her father's life. It was hard to see just how much damage Zira had caused, as her father's mane hid it. To see him pass out, however, was something she'd never seen, ever, so in her mind it had to be bad.
This wasn't all that troubled the princess. Kovu barely saying a word to her wasn't helping things; if anything, he was making things worse. Not being able to bear his silence, she'd finally walked on ahead, so he couldn't see her silent crying. The past few weeks were taking a toll on the young lioness.
Hopefully, someone at the apartment could help her father and somehow Nala needed to be found too. Kiara missed her mother terribly, especially right now. If only she'd come from a time when she knew who Kiara was. While she was so glad Nala believed that she was her mother, she couldn't expect her to take on that role any more than she could expect Simba to take on the role as her father. The lack of her parents, as she knew them, to fall back on for support was starting to wear on her. They'd always, ALWAYS, been there for her, after all.
Still avoiding looking back at Kovu, she brushed lightly at her face with the back of her paw, trying to clear away signs of tears, before doing her best to knock on the door to the apartment. Of course, it came across more as some desperate thumping, but at least it would likely get someone's attention.
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“It’s… It’s okay, kid.” He assured her after taking a moment to collect himself. To his surprise, his voice was far calmer than he had expected. “Everything is gonna be okay.” Placing his paw atop hers, Timon looked up at her with a small smile. Gently, he patted her paw in hopes of comforting her. “You did the right thing. It’s over now.” At least, for now it was. “Rest easy, kid.” He told her before slowly turning to where Kovu had placed Simba. Timon shared one last glance with Kiara before he hurried to the lion’s side.
Climbing onto the couch, he stood before the lion, hesitant to touch him. It was only after Timon had managed to muster up the courage he gently placed a paw on the lion’s muzzle. His nose scrunched up at the smell of blood, eyes carefully looking over the lion for the source. “Simba,” The meerkat nudged the lions head in hopes of waking him. “Simba, can you hear me? It’s Timon.” He paused for a moment, nudging the lion again. His voice remained on the border of desperate, more than evident fear. “Simba! Gimmie a sign here, will you?”