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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 1:50 pm
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It wasn't long before Gin caught a flicker of white in the distance, likely one of his closer relations. He was fairly certain the white pelt color came from his grandmother, if he wasn't mistaken. And the tell-tale pink of his father's mane! He had not gotten any pink, actually. In fact, he didn't look much like either of his parents. His father was extremely dark with a flashy pink mane, his mother a bright and beautiful green. He didn't mind so much, he knew he was fated to be constantly different in a pride so full of lions with very few non-lion members, himself only being half.
Ah! It was Faris! One of his many, many cousins! He felt that most of the members in the lands wanted large families... but it was hard when it was mostly blood-related in the pride. Gin wasn't sure about the whole family deal... "Oi, hey Faris!" He called out, forgetting that the whole point of a hunting trip was to be quiet. He was just glad for a bit of company.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 1:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 2:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 4:36 pm
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"No, they don't." He said, which was a pretty good thing. Imagine if Faris had to deal with such stupidities every day. That would just be awful, and unbearable. And awful. And stupid. He decided he best not grump for very long, though, Gin wasn't seeming to pick up on anything, or mock him. So all was good, maybe he could just cheer up, and have more luck later.
... That was a very weird question, considering Faris had just said he'd been injured. But he contained himself. "...Yes, I'm having a good morning." A lie, but it was innocent enough.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 5:14 pm
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That seemed like a redundant statement, and Faris might have pointed it out, but he figured it would be silly. Just let Gin go about, saying good mornings were good. If it pleased him, anyways. Or maybe just because he needed to say things.
He honestly wasn't so sure he wanted company, because Faris still had to chase away some of his irritation from the bad hunts. But he'd been raised to be a nice lion, and acted accordingly. "That sounds like a good idea." He said with a nod, and stood up, giving his nose an experimental wiggle. Yes, it was doing fine. "I think the gazelles are regrouping over there." He indicated a random direction, because it did look like there were some animals there. Gazelles weren't exactly lion sized meals, but.. they worked.
"Come on," He said, standing up and heading that way. They might as well get started.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 5:37 pm
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