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 Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2012 12:12 pm
 Doing what Kalama wanted was harder than he thought, at least at first. He was not the most social lion, and so trying to put out feelers to see if anyone was interested in joining their sentinel group was harder than he realized. He decided to take a short break, overwhelmed with the experiences of trying to be social with many of the soldiers. As he was a hunter, he wasn't as...well thought of (and he couldn't blame them, really), and it was hard for him to strike up a conversation, or join in one that had already started.
Flopping on his belly, he let the warm sands soothes his aches, the slowly setting sun making sure that he wouldn't get too charred from the heat. Tomorrow may be another day, but he was sure the fiery Kalama wouldn't be too pleased if Cinaed didn't have anyone to join their group soon.
Tail twitching, he let his red eyes watch other lions as they passed by him, too irritated to try and talk to any of them. Whatever, he was close to giving up at this point.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 8:34 am
 He had heard a rumour going about that someone was looking for other lions. Someone was looking for a group to band together and form a sentinel stronghold. He liked the idea. To be a sentinel, he liked the idea a lot, especially since it seemed that water seeking was going no where.
He was looking for a red lion. Well that really didn't narrow it down, it was a bit of a conundrum looking for a red lion in a sea of red but he had a plan. The rumour running along was that he was looking for a male lion, again, sort of redundant but the last part of said rumour, that he was looking for a Cinnamon, seemed a strange name for a lion but names came in all forms it seemed.
Ea'Pavlov padded over the pale sands towards te group of relaxing lions and cleared his voice, there were plenty of lions here maybe if he just, raised his voice a bit he would get a reply. "Hey, I'm looking for a lion called Cinnamon about a sentinel group?" He stands confident, cocky, and waits, a smile on his pale maw, there were plenty of red lions here surely one of them was this Cinnamon character.A pale snake slithers around the black and white males leg and hisses a laugh "You're not making a very good impression Pavlov." Mog chuckles and curls around the lions paw patiently, he enjoyed poking fun at his friend, especially when he was acting like a fool.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:54 am
Cinaed's ear twitched at the strange name. It sounded a lot like his....wait! What the hell? Cinnamon? He wasn't a damn female with a cutesy name!
Cinaed growled slighty, irritated that spreading the word around turned to bite him in the a**. He'd rather it have been literally rather than figuratively. "I'ts Cinaed," he said, stressing the proper pronunciation of his name. No more of this 'cinnamon' crap.
"That's me." He stood up so he'd be better seen over the other lions around him. He approached the black and white male, an irritated look on his face. "You interested in being a Sentinel?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 2:52 am
"Oh.." For the breifest of moments Pavlov looked dejected, it was only a flicker though, his expression soon returned to its cocksure smile. "Sorry about that.." He clears his throat.
"Yeah I'm looking, think its time for a change of career." He raises a brow a curious look crossing his maw. "The names Ea'Pavlov, everyone just calls me Pavlov though." He smiles a sort of hopeful smile.
"I would be interested, I'm a pretty good water seeker, so I could help, and such, plus.. well I need a change."
The white and black snake hisses a quiet laugh. "I told you not to listen to rumours, they get you in trouble." Mog snickers his dark eyes examining the lion his friend had accidentally insulted.
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