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 Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 2:57 pm
Heavy paws crossed into the familiar territory. He hadn’t been back to the lands in a long while. Golden eyes scanned the rocky cliffs for familiar faces, but alas, found none. He groaned. Where was his welcome party? (Not that he deserved one, with the failure of this last viking outing). Oh well, Ciro’mekaitso was just glad to be home. He didn’t know how long he’d stay, though.
Perhaps he could take some time off. He’d see the new faces, mingle with the old and challenge those who felt themselves worthy enough to become one of their ranks.
The aging lion shook his head, his mane tussling. Dander and loose hair fell from it. Stepping further into the heart of the pride, he was finally beginning to see familiar faces. He gave a quick head bob and grunt in greeting, before flopping on the ground. He needed the rest.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 2:27 pm
Karm walked along with Fen'li beside her. They were pretty inseparable, well, until the white thing came to visit. Like a ghost, almost, the male was. Able to visit and then disappear. Karm thought, perhaps, he was part of a dream. But shouldn't she be able to tell yet? She and Fen'li were best friends, as sisters, but Fen'li, so naive, Karm had to be the brutish one, the strong one, the protector.
"Stop looking so angry, no one will want help, want to pick us," Fen'li said with a smile. Though, she thought to herself, half hoping her white dream might be willing to make the want and action to stay here. Perhaps then, she could be his?
But then, she thought, who would pick Karm?
Very strange to think of indeed.
"Stop being so..happy," Karm said with a half of a laugh and kept walking past some that were lazing about. Least all of them were preoccupied, or so it seemed.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2014 11:10 am
Ciro’mekaitso heard the ‘bubbly’ sound of two lionesses. His curiosity got the better of him, as he turned his attention to the two. Who needed rest anyways?
Ciro’s ears perked forward, eyeing both females. He had seen them before, if not for a brief moment before he left for a raid. A smirk lay on his maw as he heard the white female speak, Stop looking so angry, no one will want help, want to pick up. she spoke. The dark lion quirked an eyebrow. Must be thralls.
Rising to his feet, the aging lion made the assumption that they belonged to no one important. He was able to approach without the weary of messing with a personal thrall. (Not that he believed he couldn’t take on another…he was just too tired from his previous adventure to even duel someone).
“She’s right,” Ciro purred, approaching the two lionesses, regarding Fen’li’s statement. “Angry faces aren’t suitable for a pretty lady such as yourself.”
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