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 Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 10:48 am
 Daima was...VERY slow in healing. She missed Maji. Very, very much. He'd been the love of her life, her one and only...and now he was gone. She felt like she should be over it already, that she was being silly and cubbish...but the loss of him still hurt. Even worse was that she had no idea whether he was alive or dead. She sighed and looked out at the rogue lands, sitting at the border.
Her cubs still not returning had her even more down. She worried about them. And unlike Ninon (the lucky lioness), SHE didn't have visions of them to reassure her. She was as un-gifted in that regard as any other normal lion.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 11:11 am
 Vigo was feeling fine, fit, and fancy-free. The autumn winds blew riotously through his dark mane, making him feel playful and sassy. He romped across the rolling lands, pouncing shadows and chasing the ripples in the grass. So when he saw another figure sitting all alone up ahead, he did not deny his urge to share his joyful mood. He bounded up, light-footed despite his size.
Of course, the closer he got the more he noticed what a lovely lady it was that sat all alone. And by the time he'd drawn within easy speaking distance, he also was absolutely sure she needed cheering up. Her entire demeanor looked drooped and sad. Spurred on by his mood, he opted for a very informal greeting. "Hello beautiful!" It was said with such a chipper, light-hearted tone, however, it could easily be taken as a common compliment, rather than the sincere and rather suggestive way he tended to use with such feminine beauties.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 4:38 pm
Daima almost didn't notice the unfamiliar scent on the wind, frowning when she did catch it...right as a voice called out. A male one as unfamiliar as the scent. She was on all fours quickly, ears back in surprise and eyes wary. "Hello." Beautiful? Only Maji had ever really called her that. She was larger-than-average, definitely a fighter..."Who are you?" A rogue looking to join? Or someone like the b*****d that had left her Maji parentless?
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 12:17 pm
He appreciated the big girls like her, but her tone was not exactly welcoming. He paused momentarily, faintly thrown off his game. His enthused attitude was not squashed however. "I'm Vigo, my lady! And who are you?" He gave her a gallant smile, both playful and inviting. "I am just passing through, and had to stop and admire your loveliness. I do hope you don't mind." He took two large steps backwards, then turned crinkled, laughing eyes back to her. "I promise to look and not touch, if you'd rather." He sat his haunches down and beamed at her, as if quite content to do just as he said.
Granted, if he could do more than look, he was never one to turn that opportunity down. Looking at beauty and sharing in it were two very different things, and he liked to think that just looking only did a little to boost a lioness' self-esteem. More was better, right? So surely admiring them more closely would give them all the more to value about themselves!
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