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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 9:59 pm
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Having lived all of his life in the Kusini'Mwezi lands and never left, the innate beauty of the place, while not always lost on him, was customarily overlooked. To Nyiju, it was home; the place were his mother's family had lived and breathed for generations, and there wasn't really anything more wonderful than that.
The young lion, who was lazy and didn't like to do much of anything outside of sleeping and eating, was a little on the heavy side, but unconcerned. For him, life was good. Calm, silently confidend; he loved his mother and his father, and was proud of his heritage.
Makolo wouldn't have to go very far to find what he was looking for.
After spotting an unfamiliar lion on the horizon Nyiju, who occasionally felt compelled to get off his a** and make himself useful for the good of his pride, or simple amusement, stood up from the place he'd been resting. He moved towards Makolo at a slow, unthreatening pace, intending to greet him with a generally inviting smile on his face.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 8:27 am
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