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 Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 5:25 pm
 Lesedi should be in a good mood. He had settled in nicely in his new home and he’d already managed to bring back two Thralls for the pride - the one he’d kept for himself was still pretty useless, granted, but she was trying and Lesedi liked to keep his mind on other things that his leopon. The weather wasn’t quite as foul as it had been the day before and all seemed peaceful as he patrolled the borders of the pride.
But Lesedi was not in a good mood. His achievements, while viewed with respect, couldn’t hide the fact that he was still a recent member of the pride, an Outlander. So who ended up doing patrol duty while everyone else was watching the fight of the Era between Njal and Aesir? Lesedi’s scowl said it all. He was stuck at the border while pretty much all Reavers, Freeborns and even a good number of Thralls were watching the two lions fight for the position of Warlord at the heart of the pride.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 11:16 pm
Machweo didn't know where she was. This wasn't to say that she was lost, simply that she had no idea where her current location was, only where it wasn't. Where it wasn't was her old home, the pride she had thought would be her home forever was gone. Her cubs were grown and dispersed to the winds, and she was alone again.
The pastel-colored lioness hadn't realized just how much she missed company until she had no-one to share her color-finds with. Sighing softly, the lioness found a patch of grass that looked comfortable and took a seat, promptly losing track of both her surroundings and her loneliness when she saw a soft gray pebble with a peculiarly dark spot on one side. The overall color of the pebble was unremarkable, but she had never seen the color that was on the spot before!
"So pretty," she murmured to herself, delicately picking it up and turning it over. "Reminds me of storm clouds, but more brown... I like this one." Maybe there were more rocks around here that had peculiar spots like this one! More colors she didn't know? Humming happily, the lioness poked about in the grass for other stones, paying no attention whatsoever to the world around her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 3:08 am
Lesedi had seen many strange things during his journey to the Stormborn but what he was looking at now was definitely a new one. His head tilted to the side briefly as his eyes focused intensely on the pale female that appeared to be… grazing? No, she was picking up rocks. Well, it was weird either way.
Lesedi watched the female as she moved with the obliviousness of one had never heard of the Stormborn lions or what happened to those who got too close to the borders of their pride. She was clearly not a challenger and Lesedi was inclined to just give her a scare and send her on her way but he quickly reconsidered those thoughts. His prestige would surely increase if he were to bring one more Thrall to the pride on his own and perhaps next time some grand event occurred, he wouldn’t be stuck with the worst possible shift in existence. Besides, he could use a bit of roughhousing right now.
He circled the lioness until he had silently cut off her escape route and then spoke loud and clear, his wording careful.
“You are trespassing in the lands of the Stormborn. Have you come for a fight?” Most unsuspecting rogues would quickly give a negative answer to that question, not knowing that it was actually the worst possible thing to say. Those who were not challengers could only be Thrall material, after all.
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 12:02 pm
The sound of someone's voice shattered Machweo's focus on her colors and she jumped, a cry of alarm escaping her. When her gaze landed upon the lion that was speaking to her, she relaxed and smiled at him. Oh, here was someone she didn't know! Maybe he'd like to help her find some pretty colors for her collection?
"Hello! You have pretty colors in your fur, who are you?" The fact that he'd just asked her to fight went completely over the lioness' head. She was far more interested in the colors she could see on his fur and the hope of someone new to talk to. "I'm Machweo! It's very nice to meet you!"
Fight? What was fighting again?
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