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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2011 2:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2011 12:56 pm
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"SORRY!" Orabela whispered back in equally loud hushed tones, squeezing herself next to Thuli as she stared at the brown lioness standing not too far away. They made quite the pair, even if Thuli was a good bit taller than Ora. That size difference would only grow as they matured into adults, but being short had never yet gotten the little lioness down. Most likely, it never would because she simply wouldn't let it.
Just let somebody try to call her short. By the time Ora was down, they would wish they'd never been born. So there.
"Sure I can!" She said with a giggle, eager to partake in some well-intended trouble-making. After all, they were just going to prettify Buna's tail with some sticks. No doubt, the lioness would be pleased to see their handiwork and not at all angry.
Scampering up to the lioness, Ora darted nimbly under Buna's belly and skirted around to her front. She was as quick on her feet as she was with her words, and by the time she had reached the lioness, she had already thought of several distracting topics.
"'Scuse me!" Ora piped up merrily, tilting her head back to stare adorably up at the adult. "I was wunnering. Could y'tell me about my daddy? You know. The dead one." Best to play the pity card as well.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 5:10 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 2:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 3:10 pm
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"Uhm," Ora said ponderously, momentarily distracted as her pale eyes sidled gently sideways to watch her sister's progress. Thuli seemed better suited for the task of tying twigs into Buna's tail than Ora was. The little cub had difficulty enough sitting still for several moments, and doing something that took such painstaking concentration simply didn't seem like anything she would excel at. She probably would have accidentally pulled some hairs out already if she had been tying the twigs.
"Did you like him?" She decided to say, returning her gaze to Buna and fixing a grin of interest on her face. It wasn't as though the grin was anything fake, either. Ora had always been genuinely interested in learning more about her father, but the opportunities didn't often present themselves to her. Now, she was killing too birds with one stone. Spectacular. Maybe if they played her cards right, they would get a good history lesson out of it too.
Not that that was their first goal.
"I heard he died from a fight," she added, proud of her own investigative abilities even though it was just a little tidbit of information that she had picked up while walking past a conversation.
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 4:21 am
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Buna had always been a bit slow to accept change. Sure, she dealt with the consequences, but she didn't like it. Moving the pride hadn't been the disaster she first thought, but she was not about to admit that to anyone. And on the topic of Matifu... Buna knew that the Abaholi would only stick around as long as they could defend their position. The males came and went, and that was the way it was. It didn't mean she was happy about it. She had liked Matifu in her own way, and given a choice she would have been happy to have his cubs. However, he had never approached her, and she hadn't tried to instigate anything either.
"He was a good Umholi," she said, without really answering the question, "The lionesses held him in high regard. He was considered attractive due to his dark mane."
The cub in front of her had inherited a fair amount of that dark colour, even if it was a lot of Nja in the cub too. The lusizi that had got the worst deal of the lot had to be the yellow male in the litter. Light coloured, male and fathered by an ex-Umholi. Gakere didn't seem to mind keeping his half siblings around so they seemed to be safe for now.
"That's usually what happens," she said, wondering who had talked to the cub about how Matifu was killed. But that was the way life in their pride worked, and the sooner the cubs learned the better, "When an Umholi can't defend his position any longer he is usually killed or chased away. If they can't survive without the pride they will die then. We need strong males to keep the pride safe and that's why males leave when they grow their mane. Matifu's son grew strong in the rogueands and he managed to win his place here."
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