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 Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 11:33 am
The herbs weren’t really so critical. It was the waste of an hour or so’s work, but the old lioness that had commissioned him for the job lived on the fringe of the lands, a venerable and cranky hermit, and he doubted she would be irate enough over the loss of the small bag to come hunt him down personally among the crowded den area. Not after she had said how much she hated dealing with others – that was why she sent him to do the job for her in the first place.
All he’d really lost was his own stash of the herb – which he could gather again in half the time – but that was hardly the point. As he sprang after the female, the anger in his stomach cooled and hardened. He wanted vengeance for what she had intended more than what she’d literally done. Maybe it was spite, maybe pride, but he wanted to see her sorry for her cruelty. As wicked a thing he believed she was, he wasn’t sure she could feel sorry, but he wouldn’t mind hunting and hurting her to find out.
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Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 4:56 pm
Shababa sprinted past the pool, weaving over and under the adults gathered around the water's edge. Some of them snarled and snapped at her while others hardly seemed to notice at all. None of them thought to correct her bad behavior. As she made it to the other side, she slid down the slippery ridge, using her claws to slow her descent. Now all she needed to do was get home before that stupid boy caught her. There was no way he would mess with her dad.
She continued down the slope, sliding when she could and jogging down the rest of the way, laughing joyously as she went. Few things made her as happy as spitting in someone's face like that. Even though they never exchanged names, she knew that stupid boy would never forget her, even long after she forgot him. It made her feel powerful.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 5:09 pm
Leyak dashed after her and thought he was gaining until he broke into the group of lionesses. One of the crankier old females that had risen and snarled at Shababa’s, saw the opportunity to inflict her annoyance on someone deserving and roared at the male cub flying toward her.
His head lurched at the sound and his legs jerked. His nails scratched the dirt for purchase and he just avoided a blow he didn’t know was feigned. Momentarily terrified, he ran from the thicket of females and lost himself in a thicket of low bushes. He paused there, but didn’t hear the female following him. In the sudden dark and silence, he knew he’d lost the lioness he’d been chasing, but a nasty little smile reached his eyes anyway.
Having an enemy was as good as having a friend, it seemed.
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