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Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2013 1:48 pm
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Aristaeus sighed as he skirted the pride's lands. As a hunter, he had a job to do, but he hadn't been doing so well as of late. The swamp was suffering from a drought, and he had a lot on his mind as of late, well... he always seemed to have something burdening. Mostly it was Fleance-realted. The lion shook his head and tried to be rid of such thoughts.
When he looked up he saw a lioness he didn't recognize. She had a creamy coat with dark points, he was sure she wasn't a pride member. He wasn't a ghost, so it wasn't his duty to scare her away. Plus, she didn't seem to menacing. He cautiously made his way over to her, going slowly to make sure he didn't look too intimidating, either.
"Hello, Traveler! What are you doing around these parts?"
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