FROM NOW ON | private, amaya

[I. GHANA]

The tribe itself seemed to be settling in quite well and he was relieved to see the once skinny faces and shaky bodies now more stable and plump. It made him a bit depressed seeing them in such a state that knowing he had made a difference made him happy even if said happiness was rarely demonstrated. He laid underneath the large trees gnarled roots still examining the trinkets left by past leaders, it amazed him how such artifacts were still around and well, he liked the feeling of being natural. He didn't like big civilizations like cities or anything man made, the memories of the destroyed territory still lingered in his mind causing him to briefly shudder. With the cave system, he was certain that they would remain safe from danger and their forest territory was something to distract other clans from his tribe since he was certain that they weren't ready for any kind of attack yet he was pleased to know that they were slowly growing in numbers. He was certain that once they were big enough, he would reach out to the other clans that unknown to him as of now yet he'd always find himself travel a ways to try and seek them out although, he refused to ever go too far from his new home. He felt that it was a bad idea due to the fact that there wasn't back at home that he trusted enough to be responsible of the clan whilst he was absent, he released a soft breath rising to his paws and leaving his den with the tigers pelt clinging onto him with its head resting on top of his head. He moved his head a bit so it rolled back much like a piece of clothing, his eyes surveyed the area as he left the temple itself until his pawpads were tickled by soft blades of grass.

His eyes seemed to light up quite a bit when he saw a few cubs chasing each other and tussling in the grass, he found a faint smile forming itself on his maw for a brief moment as he listened to their joyful, shrill screams. He wished he had shared a similar childhood to them yet he hadn't due to his stern father although, if he recalled properly his mother had wanted the opposite of what his father desired for him. Become a king. He could still remember all the things he had told him when he had been a young cub "Proper posture. Head up. Legs straight." When he said all of this, he seemed to do the actions themselves taking a deep breath only to murmur in a quieter voice "A king never slouches nor rests until his duty is completed," He let out a snort and shook his head a bit not realizing how ridiculous it sounded despite how he followed what his father had once told him most of the time. He didn't rest until his current task was completed, he saw in point in procrastinating on a simple task and it'd only grow tiresome if not finished at the earliest. From the corner of his eye, he could make out the darker much smaller form of Amaya and well, he had realized that he hadn't talked to her or well, if she had spoken to anyone but he had seen her several times. More than once and he didn't even utter a word to her. He supposed it was that nagging feeling that he had hidden in the depth of his mind, how he refused to communicate with anyone and possibly the fact that he seemed to have more difficulty in speaking with females. He would make his way towards her in calm, slow steps only to speak with a light nod of his head.

"Greetings."
[member=2246]Hootowls[/member]

[KISHI]

it goes without saying that this new tribe has really helped others out, and driven people away from the brink of death and all things bad. Amaya herself had once been skinny and starved, dangling between the line of dehydration and healthy; courtesy to the much more secluded and healthy environment, it is easy to note that she isn’t in such a state anymore. Even much more obvious, the children are doing better, and while she has never found herself close to any particular one but herself at one point, she can’t help but nod briefly when one smiles at her. (She may be a bit more reserved than the average, but she is not entirely heartless.)

Her childhood is something she doesn’t talk about, but it isn’t anything bad—it’s a bit more normal than some may think. Of course, the past is in the past, and she prefers not to dwell on it. Thinking about the past leads her astray from the now; to her, the present is much more important than anything else. After all, the present holds the obstacles she currently faces, and in order to jump over the hurdles she must not be distracted.

With a flick of her ear, the panther diverts her attention elsewhere, away from the joyful cubs and towards the scenery around her. She can’t lie, this new territory is beginning to grow on her. It’s secluded, and quiet. And yet, her thoughts are broken apart by the sound of approaching footsteps, and Amaya finds herself tensing a little as her hues dart towards the fellow animal. Oh—it’s just Kunta. Sitting up now, she briskly nods her head in response.

”hello,” she offers, voice quick to the chase. She pauses for a moment, then adds: ”is everything alright?”

[I. GHANA]

Communication wasn't his strongest point and Amaya getting right to the point made him inwardly flinch though he supposed that it was slightly appreciated but her question of everything being alright made him flick his curved ear in thought. "Of course, I just thought it'd be best to socialize with my clanmates and get to know them." He would reply with a curt nod hoping that what he said was properly worded since he didn't want to cause possible conflict. Why was it so hard talking to her? It wasn't due to her possibly reminding him of someone but he wasn't certain of most things anymore as he briefly cleared his throat "How are you doing? Are you settling in well?" He refrained from asking anymore questions as he slowly took a seat curling his tail around his forepaws and hearing the tropical birds singing, the children playing, and the elderly conversing. It was all relaxing and nice, he was grateful that no one remarkably loud had joined their group as of yet though he doubted it would be any longer before such a person would come. He supposed that was the "excitement" of it all; meeting new people from all over the place and making friends. Friends were still quite the concept to him since he wasn't sure if he had any at the time though, he supposed that he hoped for a few trusted friends in the further future when everyone was more comfortably settled in. He hoped for several things in the future but those were far off from his current goal which consisted of leading the tribe properly, he didn't even think he would have time for any of his minor dreams.

They weren't anything particularly out of this world or amazing but they were simplistic despite how Kunta often came off as an idealist which he was not. He wished for the company of another that would hopefully share his life and they'd spend time together, call him a hopeless romantic for he wouldn't care. Along with said partner, he wanted to raise a family of his own and be the father that his own could never be. The last one wasn't so grand either, he wanted to leave his mark with his tribe and leave his own trinkets on the gnarled tree roots when he would finally pass.

[KISHI]

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