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 Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 10:31 pm
Meka lumbered back towards the dens, his movements slow but deliberate. He had finished his shift as a guard and was returning to home. Although he was physically tired, he was still mentally active. Just because he didn't talk much, most thought he was a bit slow.
To be fair, his bulk made him physically slow, but he wasn't slow - just...cautious. It was not worth making enemies in the pride in this time just because he didn't think before speaking. He had no desire to be on the business side of someone's claws, especially considered the strength and skill possessed by those of the pride.
Meka was not a fighter. He was more of a...tank. He had the bulk, the muscle, but he didn't have the skill of the soldiers. His signature move? Throwing himself at his opponent and hoping that by sheer weight he'd squish the person. If that failed, his teeth and jaws were suitably strong to do some sort of damage.
Though with any luck, he wouldn't need to use those skill sets. Going to war was never quite appealing to Meka, though he knew some people in the pride relished the idea of fighting.
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2013 7:41 pm
Training to better her fighting skills as a guard had changed that, at least somewhat. She was less often plagued with the heart-wrenching dreams, and this, in turn, meant she was a little less frigid to others. Proof of this presented itself when she saw Meka coming. She recognized him as a fellow guard, and as such an acquaintance. She had yet to make any actual friends, but her fellow guards were as close as she got. Feeling good, she unbent enough to greet the dark red male with a brief nod. "Long shift?" she asked quietly. He looked rather worn down, though sometimes it was hard to tell with the larger males. They tended to always have a kind of shuffling gait that implied weariness. Even if he wasn't tired, it was a valid and polite question, and certainly more than she'd have likely said to him in the past.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 6:33 pm
Meka was startled out of his daze by the sound of another's voice, and he blinked, slowly raising his head from the slightly slumped position it had been in to seek out the sorce of the noise. A female.
A guard, too. Meka knew most guards by sight but rarely spoke to them. He was not anti-social, he just never bothered to socialise for socialisation sake.
"Not long enough," he said, responding to her question. After all, after he finished work, he would just retire to his den, and sleep, until his next shift began. He didn't have much else to do. He lingered a little, not sure if he should ask her a question in return - wasn't that the social norm in these situations?
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