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 Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 7:32 pm
Well camouflaged under a dry bush, Mozhgan kept her eyes closed as she rubbed her face gently with one of her front paws. Though usually the gesture was meant to keep her crimson eyes from giving away her position this time he was fighting that strange feeling that was getting more familiar with each passing incident. She didn’t mind the dreams much as they tended to provide her with pretty pictures, calming feelings and the sense that somewhere she was wanted, somewhere she truly belonged.
The young cub sighed, slowly opening her eyes until two narrow red slits peeked from the bush she was hiding from. She didn’t belong here or, at the very least, she didn’t want to belong to a place where others thought so little of her before they had even spoken to her. Mozhgan was beginning to think the dreams were her own personal way of coping with her mother’s noticeable disappointment in her, the affection she badly lacked and the ill-treatment she received from most of the pride members. No one else seemed to have them. She still didn’t understand why her mother favored one of her siblings so very obviously and so carelessly ignored the two other cubs. Mozhgan didn’t understand what was wrong with her – and she so desperately wanted to!
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 6:54 pm
Zadok had just managed to get away from his new 'mistress' and was just... wandering by himself, trying not to cry. He hated this place and he hated all the dark lions in it. They all hated him too, he knew it. "I want to go somewhere else..." he whispered to the air - completely unaware that his sister was nearby hiding in that bush.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 7:24 pm
The familiar voice was quick to break her – admittedly weak – focus on things from her dream world and the negative thoughts concerning her current reality.
“Zadok…? Is that you?” She was quite sure it was her slave brother otherwise the little cub wouldn’t really have the courage to speak up. Mozi didn’t ask for the cause of his unrest as he had simply put her own thoughts into words. She understood that feeling all too well.
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