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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 7:05 am
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Astar was known for being a somewhat meek lioness. She was shy around strangers and only after knowing someone for good while, would she start to open up and reveal her true nature. She lived to make others happy and due to her past she did her best to make sure she was never at any times, “a bother”. And so she’d grown strong in body but gentle in demeanor.
There were few things that could upset Astar. One was knowing someone, especially a cub, was hungry. Another she had found out the day before when Kuma had dragged himself limping and bleeding into her den, mumbled something about a dangerous lioness near the borders and promptly passed out into a tired sleep. Kuma was bound to her, soul-bound. He was hers like nothing else in world, he was part of her, he was the creature who knew her best. He was a friend and confident, one who nurtured but also drove her to push her limits. No one in the pride would ever injure or disrespect a totem and Kuma had never been injured before which was why Astar had never realized the potential for anger that lied beneath the surface of her usually composed appearance.
To say she was angry was an understatement. She was livid, possessed, filled with righteous indignation and revengeful thoughts. She made sure Kuma was taken care of before sneaking away to the borders, tracking his lingering scent before it vanished in the wind.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 8:32 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 1:55 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 3:12 pm
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Astar hadn’t been feeling particularly hungry but she did become suddenly aware that she hadn’t eaten since Kuma had reached the pride in poor shape. She’d almost jumped out of hiding right there and then, the sight of the reset snares just a little too much for her at that moment. One of those things had hurt Kuma, after all. Irit’s odd behavior, however, being overly cautious and taking the hares with her, held Astar back. It wouldn’t be wise to provoke the lioness if she had a mate or relative nearby.
Astar froze when Irit reached the mouth of the den and a few shapes moved tentative towards the light. She was… a mother. The crazed lioness Astar had been demonizing for the past hours had a litter and by the fact that no other adult seemed to be guarding the den or hunting with her, it seemed clear that she was raising the little ones on her own. Astar breathed hard and deep, a great anxiety taking over her as the memories of her cubhood rushed through her mind. Being left in the den with her brother and sister, playing games to avoid thinking about the piercing hunger that constantly afflicted them, watching her parents return with little to no prey but looking tired and miserable, fearing for her life every time creatures came near her den and her brother had to fight them off, constantly wondering if her family wouldn’t better off if they had one less mouth to feed, if she didn’t exist…
Astar took one long deep breath to collect her thoughts. That wasn't her anymore. She had a home, friends, good hunting partners that always managed to find food for the whole pride. She was safe. Everything was fine.
“Hey.” She’d sat down in plain view, careful not to get too close to the den and the little ones that the other lioness would surely die to protect. She looked calm and she actually felt so at that point but she was also ready to jump should the other lioness try to attack her. She made no attempt an concealing the matching jewelry than she shared with Kuma.
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 3:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 12:49 pm
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Irit was thankful to whatever gods were watching over her that the other lioness was staying as quiet as her. If only she could force her to back off and away from their den or lure her away. Neither was an option of course. Not right now with the girls so close. And of course because the girls and the den were so close, Irit had never intended for traps to be laid so anywhere near here. Hence the trouble Irit was in now.
The lioness had gotten close enough to be heard without shouting or speaking loudly in the first place. That was a sure sign of neglect on her part. She had not been paying close enough attention, if any at all, on her surroundings. And obviously, her belief that Hussan would watch over her as she was out and about, hunting or tending to the traps was a lie. Either he wasn't able to notice things that were right in front of Irit's face, or he didn't care. Had become more than impatient and sulky in her reluctance to join him in the next world. How was Irit going to remedy this situation?
The lioness was Trouble. Capital T. And even if this lionese was scared or chased away from the den, more of her thieving pridemates could find their way to the den and her cubs and that was not acceptable. She was going to have to move them. Now. As soon as the lioness was gone and the girls had finished eating. And then she would set up traps in the area just in case this lioness came back, or her scent brought others to the area. Better safe than sorry.
"I figured you were from that thieving pride. Speak, theif, and leave. Nothing you can say will make up for anything and everything you and your's have already taken from me and mine!" Irit hissed standing her ground in a stance ready to spring if the other lioness did. Or even showed a sign of aggression toward her girls.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 6:39 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 10:07 pm
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Mogami And it's been a pretty busy month for me, so I am MORE sorry! So, she's most def not mentally stable ... partial hatred and patrial grief .... I don't know how Astar is going to befriend her, but I know Irit is going to need it ...
"Thieves and murderers the lot of you." Irit sneered at the lioness invading the territory so close to her daughters. "Do you think I care about your excuses? You all migrate to my family's land, end up getting my mate killed, and are all but pushing my cubs to migrate away from the only home they've ever known. I don't care what you call yourselves, I know the truth."
Irit couldn't help jumping to conclusions at the lioness' story. All she could see in her mind's eye was the villainous pride coming to take her cubs away, forcing them to be servants, slaves, or worse. She just barely swallowed a roar of outrage, all too conscious of the girls so close and all too willing to follow their curiosities. Instead her growling became more aggressive.
"You can't have my daughters! I'll never give them up!" The hatred and angry boiled her blood, so much so that Irit wouldn't have been surprised if she started seeing red. Well, if she had been paying any kind of attention to that kind of thing. Which she wasn't. The lioness threatening her cubs held all of it. "And the next scout you send to spy on me and my babies, I'll eat, grinding their bones to dust by my jaws and feeding their organs to my daughters."
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 9:38 am
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Dame NightFury I’m thinking that one day Irit will either be desperate enough - for food or a healer - to accept the invitation or she’ll join the pride with the other rogues under Hate’s influence in order to stir trouble.
Astar shook her head slowly, somewhat at loss for words. It seemed nothing she said got through to the unstable grieving lioness. While she was still angry and growing more frustrated by the second, Irit’s desperate protectiveness did hit a strong cord with her.
“We don’t want to take your daughters from you.” She told the other lioness in the same quiet and composed tone as before, taking one step back even though she showed no fear. If words didn’t work, maybe actions would. It wasn’t an entirely truthful statement, really. The more she saw and heard of the pale lioness, the more she was starting to believe that the little ones weren’t safe with her.
“If your family is ever hungry or in need of anything, you can approach my pride at any time. Just tell the Guards at the border that I sent you and ask for me. Ask for Astar.” She almost boiled over when she heard Irit’s cannibalistic threats but the huntress managed to keep her cool. “Most of our scouts are grown lions who can defend themselves quite well. Your children need you so it would be foolish to seek an injury.” Belated, she realized that even her rationalizations might be seen a threat by the paranoid lioness so she decided to leave it at that and take a few more steps back before turning to leave. Even though they both seemed interested in avoiding a fight, she was still cautious about putting some distance between them before showing Irit her back. “Remember, if you ever need anything… ask for Astar.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 12:01 pm
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