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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 1:48 pm
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The earth felt nice under Fila's lightly colored paws, the morning mist has cooled it and made it supple, great for walking, not so much great for running. She would have to be careful not to slip and fall this morning from some dirt turned mud less she wished to obtain an injury. It wasn't something she wanted right now, or needed. Especially since she did not have a current place to call home, a place to go back every day and call it her den. Hence why she was wandering across the plains daily, hoping to find a place worthy.
As it was the sun had indeed not come up yet so her wanderings were limited currently. Fila had to admit though, not having the sun beating down on her fur was a nice small change to the regular norm. Despite having a lightly colored coat she still got warm a bit too quickly for her liking. Quite suddenly she caught an interesting sound within the soft wind flowing around her. It didn't sound quite dangerous but it did put her on alert. Fila stopped walking to lift her head and sniff the air. Lion, male, musky scent of a bit of sweat. The combination piqued her interest and she found her legs carrying her towards the sounds and smells. She couldn't help but be a bit curious of what was going on. Maybe he was a part of a pride. That'd be a nice change from her recent encounters with rouges who had no place to call home.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 3:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 6:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 7:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 12:23 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 12:47 am
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 1:41 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 3:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 6:19 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 28, 2013 6:13 pm
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Fila chuckled lightly, pawing silently after the lion, a small smile on her face, “biased or not, cubs are always the highlight of our lives. Not that I have any myself. But I’ve been around them. They’re quite the chatterboxes and curious ones to say the least. That is, when they’re not looking for trouble.”
She remembered when she was a tiny cub herself, always looking for ways to get into trouble, making her mother yell as she tried to climb a tree. Those were certainly the days. Her and her sisters and brothers, always giving their parents a run for their money, but it was always out of love. And they all grew up, went their separate ways, and created their own lives.
”Your king,” she began, “how long has he been in power?”
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