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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 8:27 am
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Apanthi lay on a sturdy, mossy log, both her front and hind legs on her left side hanging off and resting on the moist ground. Her head was resting on her other foreleg, and her gold eyes were closed, but she wasn't sleeping; rather, she was brooding, which was what she seemed to spend most of her time doing these days. Her naming quest, in her own estimation, had been a disaster - not a complete and utter failure in the sense of naming quests, since she had ended up with a new name, but not in a way she'd ever imagined. She hadn't found some secret strength, accomplished a meaningful task, nothing. What she'd done was find everything else she had ever wanted, and subsequently lost it all.
A new name would never be worth that kind of price, but it was all she had to show for what had happened. Even then, she wasn't sure that she deserved her new name at all, but she'd wanted to come home, come back to the only thing she had left.
Once again thoroughly depressed by all these things she kept revisiting, Apanthi sighed heavily.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 10:58 am
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Elvis was not a young lion to brood, despite having features that seem well-suited to the act. Even the way his growing mane fell forward over his eyes to shade them gave him the appearance of brooding. However, as previously stated, he wasn't inclined to such.
In fact, he was at present sashaying through the swamps chasing after the pair of snakes he had won some time ago in games to amuse and entertain the pride's leader. He had come away with the prizes and a severely swollen ego that no one had really succeeded in deflating.
Grown-up ahead, Memfis warned. The blue snake was faster than the pink, and by the time Grayslan came back bearing the same news Elvis was already plotting with Memfis whether he wanted to encounter the grown-up.
You should at least be polite enough to meet her, Grayslan said. She was more of a conscience to Elvis than Memfis, who tended to act as an enabler.
"Oh, all right," Elvis said, having already resolved to do so. "But what's she doing out here anyway?"
Don't know, Memfis said. Grayslan advised, Ask.
And so when the trio drew near enough, Elvis did: "What're you doing?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 7:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 4:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2012 8:53 am
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 5:47 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 9:09 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 9:39 am
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It was cute, the way he tried to imitate his snakes, but even as she smiled fondly at him, she felt her heart constrict. Apanthi looked away for a moment, her gaze following his snakes, and watched them until she brought her emotions back under control.
"If you knew what your name would be, there wouldn't be any need to leave...although if you didn't leave, then you wouldn't have earned it." If that made any sense at all. Spirits, maybe not thinking too much was less of a good idea than she had thought.
"It's nice to meet you, too, Elvis." Hard, though, so hard. "It's okay, you didn't- didn't bother me."
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2012 10:38 am
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