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 Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 1:35 am
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[Nefarian] was, more or less, comfortable living in Maestros Del Mar. It was not the most comfortable of situations, but it could have been far worse. He was biding his time, there, waiting for the right moment to come upon him. He would be bringing havoc to the pirates, but there were other tasks at hand first. There was a pulling in his heart, a tugging, only he knew not of the direction it was pulling him towards.
He tried not to worry his head over this feeling at that particular moment. The male lion, massive and healthy, brawny, thick, and dark as night, rested in the shade of one of the gnarly old trees that dotted the pride's territory. His head leaned on his paws and the sun's rays danced through the tree's thick leaves and across his pelt, causing his molten lava markings glistened. His eyes were closed and his tail flicked now and again. The afternoon was a warm one and he hated the high sun, given how much warmth his dark pelt would absorb. All in all, he was at peace, or at the closest to peace at he ever felt. He was comfortable. It wouldn't be much longer now and he would be on the move.
He hoped nothing would interrupt this content feeling.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2012 1:50 am
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Nefarian was a weird one. [Tamu] had avoided him, just as many of the other cubs did. The massive, black and orange furred lion gave off an unpleasant vibe. Yet, this weirdness only seemed to fuel the cub onward. On this particular day, the chubby, silver furred cub watched the hulking male from a distance, his pink coloured eyes wide with mischievous curiosity. This was the day he would talk to Nefarian. Flounder had dared him to last time they played, so he couldn't back down. He was gonna be big and brave, just like the other pirates. He was gonna be fierce.
He slowly krept up towards the resting male, his paws picking slowly across the earth, making little to no noise. He'd been practicing, which showed in his silent progression. When the time was right, just perfect, he launched upon the male's bright, orange furred tail.
"Nefarian!" He called out loudly, a purr in his throat as he batted at the tailtip.
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