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 Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 10:27 am
His steady mantra was interrupted by a hacking cough that shook his wiry frame and had his sides shaking with the growing blossom of pain. He'd woken up a little worse for wear that morning, probably because the damp had invaded his den and he'd not bothered with lining it as others had the preference of doing.
Above his head a clatter of great wings sent a scattering of branches falling across his back and he looked up to see the dark, winged shape rise up and out of sight - leaving him alone once more.
Alone.
Taking a few deep breaths to help calm his wheezing, he settled himself back onto his haunches and tried to pick up where his coughing fit had rudely interrupted.
"By night, the Lady. By day, the Lady. Grant me peace. Grant me rest. There will be sacrifice."
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 3:30 pm
Umeko lay resting, she hadn't really slept the air was damp in the pride something she had found very odd considering the scorching heat and dryness she was use to when she had been roaming the giant desert. She lifted her head when she heard the coughing, though she wasn't sure coughing was the right word it was a hacking it shook even her bones when she heard it. She rose to het feet quietly and made her way over to the den that she had seen Galonii disappear into the night before.
She had followed him back into the pride lands last night staying quiet most of the way. She was pretty sure he did not approve of her coming to the pride. She however felt that this was where she was suppose to be and she just hoped that the blood of her father would keep her safe, she was pretty sure the risk was worth it, she wanted to be here. She was drawn not only to the pride but also the male she could hear coughing away in his den.
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 2:48 pm
He sensed her approaching and lifted his head to give her a weary look. She was still here. What a foolish girl. Perhaps he should have run her off and ensured that she had gone. Maybe he ought to find his vicious side to scare rogues away. But, he lamented, the pride did need rogues. If there was no new blood their numbers would soon be whittled away to nothing.
Sometimes he secretly wondered whether that might be for the best.
"Umeko." He rumbled, his throat hoarse. "You are still here, then. Not changed your mind yet? It's not too late. Unless..." He glanced around warily. "Unless you have proven your courage and walked amongst the pride?" The initiation, of sorts, involved allowing oneself to be groomed by pride members, to make certain that they were devoted to become members of the Kitwana'antara without fear or prejudice.
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