Drabble From Pride Life: A Bitter Queen
The maltese queen stalked out of her den, shouldering past the other lionesses if they didn’t move out of the way. A nightmare foal stuck close to her hip, doing its best to not fall behind.
“May I ask where you’re heading, my highness?” Bluestar stopped in her tracks, her nightmare foal let out an unhappy nicker. She turned to look at the elderly lioness, trying to hold in her anger.
“I’m going hunting.” She said curtly.
“Hunting, whatever for, with all the poachers left behind Rot brings back plenty and with your daughter-“ The lioness spoke but was cut off with a growl from the queen.
“What about Corvo?” Bluestar questioned, her ears flattened against her skull.
“I just thought that with Corvo about you’d like to stay back and relax.” The older lioness said, choosing her words carefully.
“Well, you thought wrong, I’ll be back in time to feed her.” Bluestar snarled and turned away from her. She quickly went from walking to running as she headed toward the open plains.
Bluestar hated the jungle; the thick trees made her feel like she was suffocating. She took a deep, calming breath as she reached the tree line. Her dark eyes observed the plains, she didn’t want a challenge today perhaps there was a nearby human village.
Her ear twitched, she could hear paws padding up behind her. Her lips curled over her teeth; if it was Rot coming to lecture her on her behavior she was going to add a new scar to his muzzle.
The queen was pleasantly surprised when she looked behind her. The daughter she never had, Silver.
Silver had recently turned two and was perfect. Dana always had perfect cubs.
“Would you mind some company on your outing?” Silver inquired her queen, an amused gleam in her black eyes. A gleam that was shared with her faceless hyena cub, Cof, no one much cared for the little thing as it laughed far too often.
“Not at all, it is about time for us to learn to hunt together.” Bluestar replied, offering a smile to the young lioness. The queen always led the hunts and those beneath her needed to adhere to her rules; her usual team didn’t even need to be given instructions. Bluestar pressed on into the open, she felt much better with her new companion.
Silver needed no instruction to follow her queen into the tall grass, her claws already extended to take down whatever Bluestar wanted.
Dana always had perfect cubs but they were always odd.
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