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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 8:28 am
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Jamiri eyed the effusive female warily. She seemed awfully welcoming to a band of strangers she'd never met and knew nothing about. He was suspicious and uncomfortable, and wondered who was in charge. He opened his mouth to ask just that, but paused and thought better of it, closing his mouth. It would seem rude and ungrateful. As much as he might not entirely trust the welcome of the lone female, even he had to admit that they were weary, dusty, and ready for rest. He glanced at his old pride-mates, even the females, and grudgingly decided that it wouldn't be bad to accept this gracious offer of hospitality. He'd stay if the leaders stayed, but he definitely was wanting to learn more about what exactly this new pride was like. He wasn't entirely sure he'd like it, but he was willing to give it a try.
Not saying a word, not even to the direct questions, he padded towards the direction the female had indicated.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 9:42 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2012 4:50 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 3:02 pm
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Jamiri had followed at the tail end of the group, as she led them inwards, towards the heart of the pride. He looked about himself with wide eyes, mind humming with words to a new song, about the travail and trials of lions on the trail to a new home, and of the triumphant arrival. However, his song did not include a chuckling, constantly smiling, subservient lioness who was the new pride's leader. He flicked her an uncomfortable glance and hid behind one of the other members of the group he'd come with. Her smile made his shudder and want to be anywhere but here. Thankfully she hadn't given him one bit of individual attention, and he wanted to keep it that way. At least they were nearly to the dens. Even if they moved off, he likely would just hunker down in one immediately.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 11:30 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 6:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 7:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 25, 2013 8:13 pm
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((Belated last tag!))
Jamiri scuttled along, avoiding meeting the eyes of even the lionesses he'd traveled with. It was strangely conflicting, being both happy to find this new pride, to be embraced by its tradition of music and song, as well as feeling skittish and ill at ease. There wasn't much reason for it, except that he just got that feeling like ants were crawling up his back. He nearly whooped for joy at the sight of the dens, and very swiftly plunged into one nearby that appeared empty.
Once inside, he turned to peer back out of the gloom, watching at the others scattered. His ears flattened as the queen required them to show up at the drum circle in the morning. No, no.... he couldn't take that tack. This was important. This was part of their traditions. He needed to learn them, and he was honor-bound to honor them. He straightened his shoulders, took a breath, and called out in his low, melodic voice, "Thank you, I will see you in the morning." With those parting words, he fled into the safety of his new den, feeling strangely as if he'd just escaped something unpleasant.
Man, he needed to get a grip!
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