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Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 3:11 pm
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Today was going to be a great day. After Erevu had let him tag along to the border on a scouting patrol, Briac had been itching to go back out. After all, he was going to need all the training he could get in order to be a good scout. But when Erevu turned out to not be around, the black cub had decided to go off on his own. Older pride members knew better than to go so close to the Mava'bunda border. They knew how dangerous it could be, especially for a little cub. But Briac felt he knew differently.
He had been this way before once, with his friend Nkosi. They had wanted to go look for bones and skulls. A hyena had stumbled upon them during that adventure. The cub had thought he and his friend were goners, but instead it the hyena had been quite friendly, and had even shown them a cool skull before leading them back home. So Briac now felt he knew for a fact that hyenas weren't nearly as dangerous as everyone said. They were softies and wimps who wouldn't dare hurt a cute little thing like him.
But what Briac didn't know was that he had actually gone far past the Prideland border a while ago. In his excitement to be out on his first official scouting mission alone, the cub hadn't been paying attention to where the border stopped. He was now in the space between territories, ambling along without a care in the world, not realizing just how much danger he was in.
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 5:01 pm
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Briac froze mid-step. That cackling laughter could only have come from one animal: a hyena. Despite his previous confidence, Briac hadn't actually expected to meet another hyena out here. But maybe it would be friendly, like the other hyena he had met was. Even if it wasn't, Briac could take it on, right? He just had to remember that they were wimpy softies. Wimpy little softies. The black cub looked up to the hyena peering down at him and gulped. He was having a rather hard time of convincing himself that this male was wimpy softie. Red eyes, sharp teeth, evil grin...Briac shook his head. No! He had to remain confident! That was an important part of being a fighter, right? Confidence. If Briac believed he could take the hyena on, then he could do it! "W...what do you want, mangy?" He called out. His voice hadn't been as steady and strong than Briac would have liked, but at least he wasn't whispering.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 3:37 pm
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