Post by EbonyPatriot on Oct 6, 2005 20:45:39 GMT -5
A/N: I'm not really sure if this is the right spot for this or not; but I'm not sure where else it would go; in other words, if this is wrong please correct me. 
That aside, this is just short little story I wrote for a scene in "All Alone." It's about Vetus's past- on that terrible, blood-soaked day he became the Leo of his pride- and lost his family...
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He was a young tom then, the lowest of the low in his pride. Still, he had managed to secure himself a mate, a beautiful, pure-white lioness named Albeo. Their mating had produced a handsome, black-furred Caveo and a gray little female, Soleo. Oh how proud he was of his family! Why, even the Leo's lioness (a 'leo' is the most dominant male in the pride)couldn't compare to his beautiful, intelligent mate. And his cubs! Why, no other Cave Lion boast of such fine offspring!
Vetus had just returned to his den after a success hunt; a small elk hind's throat was clamped in his strong jaws. The toms and unmated lionesses were out hunting on a giant hunting party, leaving the mothers and cubs alone. Normally, this practice was perfectly safe, for Cave Lions make their dens right next to each other; thus the lionesses could fight together. Even a Sabre-tooth pack would hesitate to attack.
So Vetus had never, in his life, dreamt that he would return to find the den area scattered with the bodies of massacred lionesses. And closest to him was- was- was Albeo, her snowy coat soaked with her own blood. At her side towered a man, with a red-hued dog timidly sniffing at her corpse.
Vetus screamed a demonic yell of wrath and flung himself at the man, every cell of his being vibrating with rage.
His heavy body forced the man onto the ground. Using his talon-studded paws to pin the screeching human to the ground, the Lion slashed his fangs through the man's throat, slicing the jugular- that great vein of life- in two.
The dog wailed at his master's death and flung himself on the big cat. Rage unsatisfied, the Lion reared onto his back legs and smacked the dog with a sledgehammer blow. The canine went flying into a tree and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Screeching, Vetus glared at the remaining humans. A young man prepared to fling a spear at the feline, but a sharp cry from the eldest changed his mind. The humans fled for their village, unable to make use of their kills.
Vetus prepared to go after them, only to be stopped by that dear, so dear, voice he knew so well. "Vetus?"
"Albeo!" he choked, rushing to his mate. Oh, but she was a sorry sight! She lay in sphinx position with her head protectively over her paws; a spear quivered in her ribs- normally, such a thing would mean nothing to a Cave Lion, what with its four layers of hair; but alas Albeo had plucked out the outer layers of her fur to form a soft, warm for her cubs. The hair on her head, ribs, and back was sticky with blood where a club had struck her. Her blazing orange eyes were glazed with shock.
"Vetus is that you?" she weakly asked. "Oh Vetus!" Tears streaked from her eyes and diluted with the blood on her cheeks. "Vetus they killed him! They killed Caveo!" Vetus looked between her paws and saw, through tear-blurred eyes, his little son's black-furred body. He had died of single blow to the head- a relatively quick death. On the other side of Caveo's body lay the grey, blood-soaked Soleo. Much to Vetus's shock, the little lioness moved. “Soleo-Soleo’s still alive,” panted Albeo. “Take care of her. I-I-I love you.” With that, the lioness’s eyes closed for the final time.
Vetus sat down on his haunches and wailed his grief to the cold, uncomforting stars. Only for a minute did he cry of his terrible loss; for his daughter needed him. Carefully, tenderly, gently, he pulled the little grey female from his mate’s forelimbs and laid her between his own forelegs. “Oh Soleo…” he moaned, cleaning the blood from her body with his sandpaper tongue. “My little Soleo, I’ll protect you from harm… Yes! I’ll do it or die!”
The dog, meanwhile, had come to and was struggling to his paws. Vetus flattened his ears and withered his lips back to reveal his cruel, gleaming fangs. Whimpering, the canine turned and ran for his life, his tail between his legs.
“Vetus!” the Leo called. “What happened?” A tidal wave of horrified gasps of terror announced the pride’s return.
Taking his little daughter in his mouth, Vetus sprang to Announcement Rock and faced the pack. After he lay down Soleo, he announced his loud clear voice: “My fellow Cave Lions, humans has done this to us. They slaughtered our mates, murdered our cubs- because they could! They are evil, selfish beasts! I bet they would kill their cubs!
“Our alliance with humans has ended. I, for one, will kill any human to enter my territory. They are our prey! Who agrees with me?”
A resounding wave of agree echoed back at Vetus. “Hail Vetus, the new Leo!” called the old leader.
Vetus was stunned; his jaw fell with amazement. Shaking away his weakness, the Cave Lion proudly roared, announcing his new status.
That accomplished, he picked up his daughter and slowly loped into the Leo’s den. Terrible concern was etched in his pain shattered face- not at his status, but for his daughter. For little Soleo had barely responded to anything around her; and worse, her breathing was short and shallow- MUCH too shallow. Lying down, he licked her soft fur again. “Soleo,” he whispered. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ll never let anything bad happen to you- never.”
The Lion’s voice suddenly grew frantic; tears once again streaked from his eyes. “SOLEO!!! SOLEO!!!”
But it was too late. The little grey cub’s heart had stopped beating.
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That's all, folks.
Live long and prosper.
-EbonyPatriot
That aside, this is just short little story I wrote for a scene in "All Alone." It's about Vetus's past- on that terrible, blood-soaked day he became the Leo of his pride- and lost his family...
---
He was a young tom then, the lowest of the low in his pride. Still, he had managed to secure himself a mate, a beautiful, pure-white lioness named Albeo. Their mating had produced a handsome, black-furred Caveo and a gray little female, Soleo. Oh how proud he was of his family! Why, even the Leo's lioness (a 'leo' is the most dominant male in the pride)couldn't compare to his beautiful, intelligent mate. And his cubs! Why, no other Cave Lion boast of such fine offspring!
Vetus had just returned to his den after a success hunt; a small elk hind's throat was clamped in his strong jaws. The toms and unmated lionesses were out hunting on a giant hunting party, leaving the mothers and cubs alone. Normally, this practice was perfectly safe, for Cave Lions make their dens right next to each other; thus the lionesses could fight together. Even a Sabre-tooth pack would hesitate to attack.
So Vetus had never, in his life, dreamt that he would return to find the den area scattered with the bodies of massacred lionesses. And closest to him was- was- was Albeo, her snowy coat soaked with her own blood. At her side towered a man, with a red-hued dog timidly sniffing at her corpse.
Vetus screamed a demonic yell of wrath and flung himself at the man, every cell of his being vibrating with rage.
His heavy body forced the man onto the ground. Using his talon-studded paws to pin the screeching human to the ground, the Lion slashed his fangs through the man's throat, slicing the jugular- that great vein of life- in two.
The dog wailed at his master's death and flung himself on the big cat. Rage unsatisfied, the Lion reared onto his back legs and smacked the dog with a sledgehammer blow. The canine went flying into a tree and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Screeching, Vetus glared at the remaining humans. A young man prepared to fling a spear at the feline, but a sharp cry from the eldest changed his mind. The humans fled for their village, unable to make use of their kills.
Vetus prepared to go after them, only to be stopped by that dear, so dear, voice he knew so well. "Vetus?"
"Albeo!" he choked, rushing to his mate. Oh, but she was a sorry sight! She lay in sphinx position with her head protectively over her paws; a spear quivered in her ribs- normally, such a thing would mean nothing to a Cave Lion, what with its four layers of hair; but alas Albeo had plucked out the outer layers of her fur to form a soft, warm for her cubs. The hair on her head, ribs, and back was sticky with blood where a club had struck her. Her blazing orange eyes were glazed with shock.
"Vetus is that you?" she weakly asked. "Oh Vetus!" Tears streaked from her eyes and diluted with the blood on her cheeks. "Vetus they killed him! They killed Caveo!" Vetus looked between her paws and saw, through tear-blurred eyes, his little son's black-furred body. He had died of single blow to the head- a relatively quick death. On the other side of Caveo's body lay the grey, blood-soaked Soleo. Much to Vetus's shock, the little lioness moved. “Soleo-Soleo’s still alive,” panted Albeo. “Take care of her. I-I-I love you.” With that, the lioness’s eyes closed for the final time.
Vetus sat down on his haunches and wailed his grief to the cold, uncomforting stars. Only for a minute did he cry of his terrible loss; for his daughter needed him. Carefully, tenderly, gently, he pulled the little grey female from his mate’s forelimbs and laid her between his own forelegs. “Oh Soleo…” he moaned, cleaning the blood from her body with his sandpaper tongue. “My little Soleo, I’ll protect you from harm… Yes! I’ll do it or die!”
The dog, meanwhile, had come to and was struggling to his paws. Vetus flattened his ears and withered his lips back to reveal his cruel, gleaming fangs. Whimpering, the canine turned and ran for his life, his tail between his legs.
“Vetus!” the Leo called. “What happened?” A tidal wave of horrified gasps of terror announced the pride’s return.
Taking his little daughter in his mouth, Vetus sprang to Announcement Rock and faced the pack. After he lay down Soleo, he announced his loud clear voice: “My fellow Cave Lions, humans has done this to us. They slaughtered our mates, murdered our cubs- because they could! They are evil, selfish beasts! I bet they would kill their cubs!
“Our alliance with humans has ended. I, for one, will kill any human to enter my territory. They are our prey! Who agrees with me?”
A resounding wave of agree echoed back at Vetus. “Hail Vetus, the new Leo!” called the old leader.
Vetus was stunned; his jaw fell with amazement. Shaking away his weakness, the Cave Lion proudly roared, announcing his new status.
That accomplished, he picked up his daughter and slowly loped into the Leo’s den. Terrible concern was etched in his pain shattered face- not at his status, but for his daughter. For little Soleo had barely responded to anything around her; and worse, her breathing was short and shallow- MUCH too shallow. Lying down, he licked her soft fur again. “Soleo,” he whispered. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’ll never let anything bad happen to you- never.”
The Lion’s voice suddenly grew frantic; tears once again streaked from his eyes. “SOLEO!!! SOLEO!!!”
But it was too late. The little grey cub’s heart had stopped beating.
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That's all, folks.
Live long and prosper.
-EbonyPatriot