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 Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 6:39 pm
 Weeks had passed since he was dragged here. All his anguish and nightmares seemed to be part of the scenery of his new life. He still felt the pull to flee now and then, though he knew it was impossible, and there was relief in knowing that others were suffering with him, the friends he made among his fellow slaves. He stopped asking the gods why the Mistress demanded that he, an unskilled male provide her with meals because asking such questions only threw him deeper into despair, and because they never answered. The fact that his hunting skills had improved somewhat since then did nothing to lessen his turmoil.
He was consistently in a foul mood. Whenever he thought he was alone (he was growing comfortable with solitude these days) he would utter vicious curses upon his traitorous brother. He kept to himself, spoke little and paid no attention to matters of hygiene. His mane looked clumpy.
Today the large male was looking for someone. He prowled the high rocks above the pride dens, looking down on the demon lions with tepid hatred, searching for one in particular. He had seen her before with his mistress, one of the cub-nurses. Even though he’d made the decision to find her his heart beat fast with fear. This would be the first time he went up to a strange demon with the intention of starting a conversation. How would she react? Would she snarl and tell him off with her claws?
Though he had observed her from a distance before and found her temper moderate, he had learned to be wary of the demons’ unpredictability. He would not be risking his hide if not for all these strange changes lately.
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 12:23 pm
 Umlindi's charges had wandered off for the time being - sent in search of things littered about the den areas as a means of homework. Searching, finding, and competing were things essential to a demon and the cubs all seemed to rather enjoy the tousle of fast paced games. Bemused, she watched a few of the stragglers wander away from the mad rush of the main group to try their hand elsewhere. The cub nurse smirked, there was potential there.
Alone for now, she rolled onto her side and yawned hugely, contemplating what having younglings of her own might be like. The cubs she cared for were not her own and not one of them called her mother.... and while that was an interesting thing, she could also not take credit for the fine demons that they would one day grow into. Her own litter, however... she could shape her own litter and responsibility for them.
Shrugging as the thoughts faded in the lazy atmosphere, she lifted her gaze to the rocks around, on the lookout even now for potential trouble to the future of the pride and spotted Kweu. Blinking, she frowned and lifted her head a little as she made eye contact. What was the slave doing? Where were his masters?
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 7:19 pm
His heart quickened when he spotted her. Suddenly their eyes met and Kweu’s fur stood on end. At first he looked away, his courage shrinking into the shadows before gathering its strength and guiding him slowly down from the dens, where the slave and the demon stood on even ground. Yet no matter where he stood he always felt that they were above him. Was it really so?
He fought against his instinct to lower himself before her, though his ears and tail did sink. Over time the abuse of his mistress and her friends had softened his voice, blackened his heart and thickened his skin. His eyes were dull and wide. “H-hello, madam. Nice day, isn’t it?”
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