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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2012 5:51 pm
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His steps felt heavy. He focused on that as they continued their aimless wandering, for he was afraid that if he did not, the world might just catch up and finish crumbling down around him. He looked to his sister, the last piece of his old life, and yet not. He would never blame her for what had happened. Ever. He was the one that was set on finding her after his mother told him of her existence with some of her last breaths. And thus also of his lack of lineage. This is where he had made his choice. He could have just continued on with life, securing his place upon the thrown. But his heart had called out to find her. He was sure his father could be made to understand.
Life and the Gods played cruel tricks.
Pahale felt lost. He had no clue what to do with his life. His skills lay with running a kingdom, and who would trust a stranger with those tasks. Yes, he knew how to hunt, but usually it was for sport. He had been taught to defend himself of course, but never to the level to do it professionally. Just to survive.
But as he thought about it, he realized that, if he was given a chance to do things differently, he would still choose to look for Sanjha. She was the last blood relative he now had, and though he did not know her well yet, he did love her. And he would do everything in his power not to loose her.
He looked back up when Sanjha spoke and nodded "I am fine at the moment, thank you. If you require rest speak up as well."
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 12:42 am
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Once a princess, she saw her life back then, feeble and oblivious. Although not entirely bad, in fact, she was the kind daughter of the Bosses of an extremely secretive yet fierce pride. But now ... she had become her mother. Fierce, and determined with plenty of care to build up strong allias with some of the more powerful beings in Africa. Successful in compilation of a rebellion, sometimes the fierce and respected leader needed a break.. One she needed for quite some time as her thoughts and moral changed from when she first was left to the roguelands.
The cheetah was that air of power yet humble in every gesture she made. Her walk, was stable, and precise without meaning to be. So natural in her own skin now that she had fulfilled some sort of enlightenment, especially when meeting and befriending Gods. But all this had come from life taring her down in by inch before she could make her way up to where she was today. That same latter, she aided all of her followers to climb to...
Her eyes laid upon a particularly odd looking couple in the distance. Though oblivious to what was to come of their personalities and background, likewise she opted to greet. Slowly crawling up of a fallen tree to and then call out from the forest's beauty.. The call served for two purposes, to call out in greeting, and to alert her fellow tree guards of a spotted presence, but today she didn't aim for that.. She aimed solely in hopes of aiding..
...Even strangers...
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:00 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 9:50 pm
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He was startled out of his thoughts, thought he kept his face composed, as a call echoed through the dense trees around them. He followed his sister's stare and saw another cheetah up in the trees. He corrected his lax posture -telling himself off for letting it be that way at all- out of habit. It had been quite some time since the siblings had seen someone else, and Pahale was privately revealed. His skills were suited in this.
But he t'was not so wet behind the ears that he knew that were there was a call, there were others. Sanjha also felt the encroachment of unease, just as he knew she would.
When his sibling asked if they should make contact, Pahale paused. If the way this cheetah held herself was anything like what he knew... He whispered low in his sister's ear. "T'is never harmful to extend a hand in courtesy." He cast a look around the surrounding trees. "As long as one knows when to withdrawal it."
At her admission of insecurity, Pahale's own fear tickled at the back of his mind. He would not show it nor ever admit it, but he was scared. He briefly touched his tail to her's, for her comfort or his own he does not know.
Giving Sanjha one last side look, he stepped forward to greet the stranger. He bowed at an acceptable level for someone greeting one who's rank they did not know, before looking back up. "Hail and well met, my name is Pahale Halki, and this is my sister, Sanjha. If we trespass, I wish to offer my apologies. Neither I nor my sister are familiar with these parts and simply wish safe passage though."
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