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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 12:20 pm
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Kizalia'buga walked through the dead and dying grass of the savannah. Brown paws matched the brown earth beneath her. She dreaded the summers, plants died and the sun beat down ruthlessly on everything on the earth, including the creatures. Her dark fur made it warmer than she liked.
On the horizon lurked a watering hole, or at least she assumed as much from the many creatures she could see gathered there. She was headed in that direction herself, water sounded marvelous about now. She had once lived somewhere where water was plentiful. A swampy area, the animals were different there. She had almost completely forgotten everything about the place, but she still remembered the wet smell, ground and tall cattails that surrounded the waters. She was dwarfed by them, then, and wondered how large they grew now.
Thinking of the old wet home she once had made the treks across the dying land that much easier.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 1:54 pm
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Grass. Ugly, dry, awful grass. Jhonki-sahna hated the savannah. As an adolescent, he'd loved it, been so excited by the open expanse of land as far as he could see, the whole world and his whole life laid out in front of him. Now, in his exile, he despised it. It was nothing like the home that he could never have again, a home he'd lost because of his own arrogant stupidity, and that only made it worse. He had no home, no family, no purpose, and it was all his fault.
The disgraced King, sitting near but not too near a depressingly small waterhole, looked almost as miserable as he felt. He was thin and disheveled, with a dull coat and persistent frown.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 12:04 pm
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As she approached the water, she noticed a brown lion laying near it. He was colored in browns, darker than the ground beneath her, but lighter than herself. She continued to the water and started to drink, several prey animals fleeing when she came too close.
As she drank, she continued to think about that brown lion. She paused her laps and looked up at him quickly again. He was a bit weary-looking, malnourished and fur a little dirty. She wondered where he had traveled from. And that, that idea, sparked her curiosity. She finished drinking and quickly moved to the brown heap of a lion.
"Excuse me," she began quietly, "I know you don't know me, but is there any chance you're from a swamp?" She hoped that perhaps he was from the swamp where she was born, the swamp that she couldn't remember all that well anymore. His color, being so similar to hers and to the swamps themselves, was the only thing that made her go over and speak to him.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 10:37 pm
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Her curiosity sparked with his answer. So he was from s swampland! Her eyes lit up with childish excitement and her tail swayed from side to side behind her, a carefree, happy movement.
Kizalia'buga took a deep gulp, "Do you know of any families missing lions?" She shook her head for a moment, realizing how strangely she worded that. "Well, really, do you know if anyone... uhhm... how long ago?" What he had said didn't quite register with her at first, and she realized now how silly her question was to someone who, first, might not even remember if anyone was missing a cub, and, second, might not even be from the same swamp.
Her expression fell as she made this realization. She gave a little sigh, "I'm sorry. I'm just trying to find my place." She sat down, wrapping her tail around her paws, feeling defeated, per usual.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 8:14 pm
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She could sense his annoyance and it made her somewhat uneasy. She flicked her tail nervously in front of her feet as she spoke, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to annoy you... I'll make this brief: I was separated from my family at a very early age, we lived in a swamp, and I was hoping you might be from that same swamp." She was visibly upset now, speaking of her family and those she had unintentionally left behind.
"The swamp I'm from can't be east. I've been traveling east for a while now, before that I had been traveling north." She paused and shook her head, "again, I'm sorry."
She turned away from him, didn't move from her spot, just turned away, before speaking again. "This is all such a waste. Perhaps it's time I move on and leave them and that home to find new ones.." She looked at the animals all huddled about the water, wishing right now she was a little springer with it's extended family traveling the plains.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 11:49 am
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 8:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 02, 2014 4:46 pm
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