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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 9:41 pm
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N'gombe carefully worked her way down from Noir's den, watching where she placed her paws, never quite sure when the sudden dizziness might hit her again. She knew she should have stayed in the cool shade of what had become her home here among the Kuroi'Nera, but she was restless and hungry.
Not that she'd really been able to keep anything down for days, sometimes it was all she could do to manage a few small bites before she wished she'd never even attempted a meal. She had no idea what was wrong with her, but if it continued, she might have to tell Noir.
She really didn't want to worry him, she hated worrying him, but she couldn't go see a healer without him, since to the Pride she was nothing more then his property, as was evident with the delicate looking collar and cuffs she wore around each slender ankle.
N'gombe stopped in mid-step, her thoughts turning aside, moon pale eyes closing as the world tilted to the left. Goddess be blessed, what was wrong with her?
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 10:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 10:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 9:17 pm
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Ng'ombe looked up at the noise behind her, her eyes red with her tears, making her look all the more vulnerable and fragile. This was a cheetah who did not belong among the hard and unyielding Nera Pride. She seemed far to delicate, to...gentle to be truly one of them. Yet here she was.
The petite female managed to compose herself, her manners elegant as she gave a small curtsy with the upper part of her body, keeping her eyes adverted from the beautiful female who addressed her. N'gombe knew better now, here, you never met anyone's eyes.
" Bonjour," she said softly, her accent odd as she spoke in a feather light voice, " I..I am sorry if I disturbed you...I..I was merely looking for the leftovers from yesterday's meals."
As she turned to speak, the pre-dawn light glittered off the collar around her neck, it was not one any Entertainer would wear.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 7:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 11:14 pm
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N'gombe seemed to shrink into herself at the mention of a walk, her eyes looking down as she whispered softly, " I..I am not allowed out of the den. I shouldn't even be here..but I was hungry and I do not know when my amant will return. I could get you in trouble with Noir."
She looked very young, very unsure, and very, very alone. " I...I should return to the den...." her voice trailed off and she stood, a slight tremor in her legs as she did so. There was no doubt that she was not well, and fading as quickly as the night was. In all truth, she would have enjoyed the other female's company, but after she had seen what Noir had done to Tabia for speaking to her, at what he might do to Ajani...she could not risk another...she would not.
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