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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 7:39 pm
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Even weeks after the game in her honor - and to provide an opportunity for suitors to impress her - had taken place, La'u Khara'i had yet to make a decision regarding which lion would be her Consort. What this meant was anyone's guess, and her favorite rumor so far was that she was putting it off because she didn't like any of them. In truth, she'd simply decided to take her sweet time about it for at least a little while longer. She wasn't in any particular hurry to produce more potential heirs, so why rush into the decision?
Not that that was actually her reasoning, because she really did want to have another litter. It was her full intention to be...productive. Choosing a Consort, though, was proving to be one decision in her life that was giving her pause, and that in and of itself was throwing her off. Uncertainty was not a state of mind she was familiar with at all.
She'd met all of her suitors by now, of course, but maybe spending a little more time with them would help her make her decision, as she couldn't put it off forever. Setting out, she looked for the rogue-born brown male.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 8:14 pm
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She was initially pleased to see him, noting the small smile that lit his expression, but that pleasure faded with his disquieting observation that she was uneasy. Khara fixed him with a look that was sharp with surprise, and lashed her tail once before looking away, a frown pulling at her features. She considered playing it off as she would have with most, and yet...she stopped.
Zamba was not most, he was a suitor, and if she was ever going to make up her mind, she couldn't keep him at as comfortable a distance as she did the rest of the pride.
"There is always something on my mind," she said first, deliberately vague. Habit was habit, and she wouldn't voice her dilemmas as soon as she was prompted, but it was still an improvement over outright denial.
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Posted: Tue Sep 04, 2012 3:17 pm
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The lion gave a crooked, half-smile that could almost be considered whimsical. "No, I suppose I should say not." He did his best to brush off her sarcasm. There was a lot on her shoulders, he came to realize. Zamba felt a bit sorry for her; such a weight was one that must have been difficult to carry. And he shouldn't be one to press into matters that weren't really his own. "Decisions, indeed," he said in a voice that faded, soft, into quiet. His head tilted upwards and he squinted, thinking.
"I've given some thought," he spoke again after a long pause, "to my new name, that is." Zamba pause again, falling into thought. His gaze drifted into his memories as his paws shuffled through the swampy ground. "Tell me, Queen Khara, have you ever been to the distant mountains? The ones with peaks of snow?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 11:01 pm
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Khara was relieved and satisfied that her deflection seemed successful for the moment, and her posture relaxed just a touch when he changed subjects. Maybe one day, she would learn to share, but it would not come easily. She guarded her privavy jealously, in part because it was private and in part because it added to the image of mystique that she purposefully kept about herself.
"To the distant mountains, no," the lioness answered, her gaze turning east, towards the mountains that lay not far from the border. "What thoughts, then, have you had?"
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