With the door that opened wide, in the middle of the dust raised in the air, it appeared more and more clearly. An unparalleled female figure, who previously had one foot raised, showing that it was she who broke into this door colossus and also with just one kick.
The voice that had just emerged was that of an unforgettable being. This woman's voice conveyed from her heart the innate demand for respect for all.
The guards who were previously standing like statues quickly knelt down with a single
knee. It was so fast that when his knees hit the ground they made a loud impact noise.
"Great Leader !!" The half-bowed and half-bent guards hit the left chest hard with their right arm and remained there.
This whole moment was caused by one person. That person was The Great, The Magnificent, The Supreme ...
KORA!
Female leader of the tribe, mother of Mufasa, wife of Shendu ...
She is those things mentioned above, but these are not her only titles and much less the most important ones.
Kora was the peerless Beserk !!
She was the epitome of the harmony of female beauty with the strength of a monarch. A figure so beautiful that it contrasted with the standards of beauty of those who saw it for the first time. And it made his eyes open to new expectations of interpretation of the meaning of beauty.
I bet you are imagining those female figures from the various novels found there.
White and milky skin like jade, a thin waist that your hands could turn around, skinny and long legs and a baby's face. More random adjectives, blah, blah, blah of beauty that made kingdoms destroy themselves because of you and more blah, blah, blah ... that disgust.
But not my friend! Not today! Not here!
Our Kora is the cumulo a woman, a leader, a mother, a warrior !!
Brown skin like dark caramel that shone brilliantly like a chocolate tail. With long (full) hair, full and voluminous, dark as night and bright as the edge of a sword.
From a height that made her look you up and down, impregnated with her there was the sense of "I am the Power!"
Everything about her screamed: Kneel down!
His beautiful picturesque face was endowed with maturity. There were big green feline eyes on it. The brightness of his eyes was compared to the light of the fucking full moon.
They were striking, they were magnetizing! In his right eye, there was a yellow claw scar that reached up to his cheek. The scar made the perfect combination of yellow and green in his eyes.
Her body was athletic and beautiful. The perfect fusion of feminine potential and charm. In his arms were tribal tattoos of red and blue colors that reached up to his neck.
There were scars on his arms ... They were sadly beautiful. If scars could tell stories, then we would sit down now and listen to one of the biggest and most striking Greek tragedies.
It was super! the ultra!
The Almighty Woman !!
God is a woman my friends! God is a woman ...
(Author: This is the true meaning of fancy and pompous adjectives.)
(Author: Imagine a figure with the characteristics of the personage Casca, the nostalgic work Beserk, the beautiful and seductive Yoruichi of Bleach and any figure of empowered woman that you feel represented.)
....
As soon as Kora saw her precious son there in the corridor, a few meters close to the guards, and consequently the door, his entire imposing figure changed in a 360-degree turn.
"Ahhh! My dear, it's me. I scared you, I'm sorry ... Mom is here, nothing is going to happen to you." She quickly goes to her precious little son, bends down to hug him and appease him from the shock.
She comforts him with concern. Right now you were unable to recognize that intimidating figure.
Here there was only the figure of a loving mother who protects her child from any danger.
Kora is like the duality of the two sides of a coin. she is both warrior and strong as well as loving and soothing.
(Author: She reminds me of Trisha, mother of Edward and Alphonse, of the work Fullmetal Alchemist. A mother in such a way, pity that the memory of her comes to me with the sad memory of what happens in the work. It is highly recommended for you that watched Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood do it now, but be warned ... Have a strong heart.)
Enough! Going back to the story.
Mufasa is surprised and unable to react at the moment. Before he had heard the sound of something exploding that almost made him shit with fear and an unmistakable voice from his mother that inexplicably made him freeze all over the base of his spine.
Very quickly he hears his mother's voice again. Her voice is now full of warmth and care. She hugs him and consoles him. So Mufasa calms down much faster than expected.
The disparity in sensation he had with the two moments he heard his mother's voice made him now wonder if what he felt and heard was just hallucination.
Mufasa shakes his head quickly, as if he wants to throw away the confused thoughts that arose and quickly answers his mother.
"No mommy, I'm fine. Is daddy or mommy busy?" Mufasa asks, while responding to his mother's hug.
"Sorry my boy. The darling is in a meeting right now and Mom is busy too ... But I promise Mom will be back soon." Kora answers him while he is sad that he cannot have time for his son.
Kora had her moments of rest while recovering from Mufasa's complicated birth.
Now she is 100% recovered. Also, the moment demands that she have to resolve some issues ...
"Okay mom, I'm going to the garden then ..." Mufasa slightly saddened turns around and, slowly as usual, goes on his way with one arm touching the walls of the corridors. Thus helping you to guide yourself in space.
Meanwhile, Kora is standing watching her son with a look of mixed sadness and a hint of pity. But as soon as he is out of sight, that look quickly disappears and is covered with a cold, rigid look.
"Come on ... I have been waiting for a long time for anything that will lead us to the bastard who tried to harm me and my son. Now that we have caught one of those despicable hyena-men I will take anything I want out of his throat!" Kora says.
Although there are three lion-man warriors with her, Kora seems to speak to himself as these warriors respectfully or by discipline remain silent and just a few steps away from her.
When she said "Come on", just after that moment, she turns around and starts walking in the opposite direction that her son went ....