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 Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 4:15 pm
((I don't know if you wanted to add Sara into the rp or not, so I put her in the title JIC :3 ))
After his little 'meeting' with the red b*****d male, Denahi was seething. How could his father relinquish his title to that moron? Just thinking about it got his blood boiling. Syeira should have dumped the male when he wasn't there they day the rogue lion had attacked her. Or at least, beat the living snot out of him. That would have been good revenge in Denahi's mind.
The large charcoal lion padded across the Kusini lands, heading passed the group of family dens. Apart of him wanted to peer inside the old den he had called home as younger; but something stopped him. He sat down aways from the entrance, contemplating what to do. At least he had lost the female that decided to tag along on his journey home.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 11:18 am
A soft sigh escaped the jowls of the aging queen, bright eyes peering around her at the lands of her mother's heritage. She had fought so hard to get into this position, watching the pride go through so much her entire life, and now that she was here she was having second thoughts. Syeira, the ever-confident, ever-strong lioness was having second thoughts. She knew she could be better than the chain of males that had ruined the integrity of the royal line so far, but what she lacked confidence in was whether or not she could really put into place all of the aspirations she had for her pride so far.
As these thoughts twisted over in her mind, her eyes fell upon a dark form lingering outside the old family den. Her father had told her he was here, and to speak with him, but with everything on her mind she had simply forgotten. She did hope he'd not run into Uumi yet, in any case - that could be a world of trouble. "Denahi?" she called out, her brows furrowing a little as she tried to read his face from this distance. She wasn't sure she could put up with him right now if he was in a bad mood. It was always hard to tell with him, however, what was a 'bad mood' and what was really just his usual grumpy demeanor.
She approached, stopping at a familiar distance, but not intruding on his personal space - a sign that she would leave if he really didn't want to talk to her. But, she would rather speak to him, at least after such a long time apart.
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