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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2012 11:27 am
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The Mizimu'Tungika were gone. The young lioness wasn't sure how she felt about that, truth be told. Mostly, she was devastated. She'd only wandered off for a while and to return to the pride's lands in ruin? Her father was a warlord. Not just a warlord, the warlord. He was the strongest lion she had ever known... So where did they all go?
She was a small thing, even for a juvenile. Her lithe body was darkly furred and orange marked her cheeks and legs. Her mop of fur atop her head seemed always ruffled and an anxious frown seemed permanently etched into the timid lioness's features. She didn't know where she was or where she was going. Though she always regarded her siblings with jealousy, she found she missed them greatly. She simply wanted to go home, but such things were not possible.
She plodded along in the sun's early light, morning birds twittering and singing away as shafts of light dotted over the savanna. Her head and tail were significantly low, as were her spirits, and her stomach gave an unpleasant growl. She needed to find something to eat fairly soon, but her heart just wasn't really in it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 5:18 pm
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Blackbeard!
The female was lucky he had brought down a meal for himself. He was rather annoyed at having to have done it, but he wasn't looking to share. Eating food the corsairs and hunters brought home was fair game. He had a portion as did everyone else. But Blackbeard was finally showing his devious nature. He refused to share a meal with anyone. He felt he was the prince, and he deserved the respect of eating a meal all to himself. It was his god given right! Yet everyone ignored him, everyone felt he was just the b*****d son. H e looked forward to the day when that changed, and they bowed to him out of fear of death.
Blackbeard was not like his father. He was not the genuine, good hearted, yet mischevious type. Blackbeard was a dangerous, loose end to leave lying around.
He sat, tearing into the zebra carcass with ferocity. He knew it was a matter of time before other predators, more like scum of the earth, went after the meal he had brought down. He hated those that stole food, when it was his food that was being stolen.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 11:37 am
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Her stomach protested as the coppery smell of blood caught her attention. The kill was a ways off, but she instinctively altered her course to lead her to it. A downed zebra would have been perfect, but there was a wee bit of a problem. A massive male, one who easily dwarfed the runty female, was hunched over it, filling his belly. He didn't seem the friendly sort and her nerve just about failed her.
Despite wanting to vacate the premises, she hung back and watched him with her vibrant, flame-like eyes. She feared approaching, but was unsure of just what else to do. Maybe she could wait for him to leave some. Surely he couldn't eat that entire zebra on his own? She bit her lip slightly, brows knitted. Her stomach gave another complaint and, at that moment, she realized the winds were shifting. She was placed upwind and her scent was being carried right towards the feasting male.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 7:19 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2012 10:12 pm
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The tiny youngster inched forward, wincing as the older lion spat his words. It wasn't so much a suggestion as it was a demand, although it was worded as such, and she knew it. Sure, she wasn't experienced in the ways of the world, but she understood his tone and worried what would happen if she didn't listen. Hell, she worried about what would happen even if she did, but she tried not to let the terrible thoughts fill her mind. She certainly didn't feel like the daughter of a war lord, especially when she felt as afraid as she did right at that moment.
"I wasn't trying to hide, honest, not 'riginally." She peeped, ears flattened along her nape. She was easily dwarfed by him, though she wasn't quite a cub, anymore. She lowered her orange eyes to his paws, her dark tail twitching anxiously as she waited for whatever he would do or say. Maybe she'd be lucky and he'd ignore her. Better yet, maybe he would let her take a bite or two, though she didn't count on it. He was a large, well built lion, one that could easily do her harm if she angered him. The wilds of Africa were a harsh, harsh place, after all.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 9:07 pm
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 9:15 pm
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 9:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 9:18 am
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"I know... Just a cub, pretty much." She mumbled at his mention of her being weak. It was no secret. She'd become very in the know about her own mortality in recent days. She was a snack on her own and the thought terrified her. She wasn't supposed to die on her own, in the middle of the sahara, without her fierce parents or her many, many siblings.
And then he was offering to make a bargain with her. Join the Pirates? She didn't know who or what they were, but she did know that she was starving and that she would eventually die on her own, if she kept wandering the way she was. Her stomach snarled as she eyed the deceased creature that the large male had been feeding on. Food and a pride? Shelter? She couldn't imagine saying no. She didn't realize just what she was getting herself into, but retained hope that maybe one day she would find her brothers and sisters and things would go back to normal.
"I will." She promised, the words leaving her mouth before she could truly think about it. She would worry about that, later. For now, she was a growing cub in dire need of some nutrients. She was already smallish for her age and didn't need to be stunted any further.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 8:15 am
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