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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2016 11:57 pm
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Freedom. It was a strange concept to Tisiphone, one she contemplated as she wandered around her new 'home'. She had to make her own choices and find her own way to her goal.. she had gone North and soon found herself in the Pridelands, and joining had been easy. Too easy.. but she was quickly learning that this pride was possibly larger than its reputation and even more stupidly accepting. She was grateful there was no way for everybody to keep track of everybody else and no formal welcome ceremony..
Not that Mittere would take special notice of her. If Mittere looked like Mors, then Mors, Alekto and maybe even Megaera would be noticeable. Tisiphone had a distinct advantage, and she found the perfect pride to use it in.. it would be impossible to search a population this enormous in passing, so here she was, a Pridelander.
For now.
In her few days in the pride so far, she frequented busy areas of the pride and participated (clumsily) in as many hunts as she could.. but she barely spoke to anybody. From the outside, it looked like she simply had trouble making friends.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 12:16 am
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With so many lions in the pride, it was easy for anybody to get lost. Madaha, even with her bloodline, found it even moreso easy. Her markings were common enough, as were her colors. She was thankful for it, for how much it helped her just... Vanish.
The downside was that she couldn't remember who was who, which could become problematic for a healer. The rust-brown lioness let out a sigh, eyes closed as she walked. Why did she decide to become a healer?
A crash not too far away of a lion into some bushes, followed by the panic of a pair of voices fishing the crashee out of the bushes reminded her. Her dear, accident-prone mate, always getting injured. If there was one family Madaha could identify in a heartbeat, it was anybody related to Hadaya.
One lion she couldn't identify was a pale purple and white lioness. Head tilting, a smile slowly spread across her face as she approached. "Hello there! I don't think we've properly met before! I'm Madaha, who might you be?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 12:24 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 12:36 am
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For a moment, Madaha's ears went back. Old blood, indeed. Like many lions, she could trace her family history back to Ahadi. Of the lions who could, and knew it, the majority traced it through his younger son, Mufasa. Madaha was one of the startlingly few who could trace it through the older son, Taka. From descriptions her father gave, passed to him by his own mother, she was his near-spitting image, while named for her grandmother. She personally knew neither lion, nor did she want to live up to some kind of legacy.
Her ears shifted back forward, smile returning. "Some old blood, a lot of new blood... My mother was born a rogue and my grandmother was also a rogue." While her blood was more rogue than Pridelander, though, she was born and raised here. This would always be home, and it would always be part of who she was. "It's a pleasure to meet you, as well, Kalypso. If I may ask, did you join from another pride? We've recently had an influx of lions joining from outside, it's hard to keep track of everybody!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 12:43 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 12:52 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 1:02 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 1:16 am
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Perhaps her honesty was a BIT blunt. But it had to be better than lions finding out first-paw just how chaotic it would be with Kushindwa hunting with them. She'd never seen him walk in a straight line before.
The topic shifted, ever so slightly, and her ears went up. "Me? Oh, not for a while now. I'm a Healer! It seemed a good idea to have some around the pride, especially with how many lions there are. Not every hunt is successful, after all, and no hunt is without risk." She shifted, glancing now in the general direction of the Elephant Graveyard. "Or in case hyenas attack..." They made her, in a word, nervous. Maybe it was very old prejudices talking, who knew for sure? She only knew that they were much more direct competition than leopards, cheetahs, and wild dogs. For whatever reason.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 1:20 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 1:29 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 1:32 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 1:40 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 1:49 am
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