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Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 3:37 pm
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She'd adapted to the pride in due time with her grandchild.
The femaler once called Mioyo knew at one time... She had pain, and regret, but now, no. Never. She was home and safe, and warm. So warm and content, for leaving a burned swamp to a mountain, but, for all there was here... It was peaceful. She had a son and a dear friend, and her grandchild to rely on. No prides, no.... Stress.
Peace was grasped easily here. So perhaps a new name helped her cut the pain of losses and sorrow and embrace a future. Athena groomed her paw and stretched warmly, and looked around at the area. Perhaps, now settled fully, she should be polite and meet someone.
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Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 3:47 pm
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As had started to become her habit, Jhulsa was spending her afternoon reclining on a high rock near the base of the mountain, one that gave her a good view of the surrounding area - and, more importantly, of anyone who happened to be in said surrounding area, doing whatever they were doing. Going out to hunt, coming back with or without game, doing all the little things everyone did from day to day. It was all utterly fascinating to her.
Neither your typical rambunctious cub or spoiled royal brat, she was content to observe rather than run amok; she was not, however, antisocial by any means. She was quite polite, though she didn't quite make it to 'warm and friendly.' Accordingly, when a red lioness passed by, the juvenile said simply, "Hello."
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Posted: Sun Jul 14, 2013 8:00 pm
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"Not at all. I'd enjoy someone to talk to." Athena sat, watching others go about their daily lives. At her question, the large lioness closed her eyes in thought.
"I was born outside, long ago. My pride... Well, they fell out of favor of a god, and he scattered many and killed others. I fled... The world isn't easy, I won't lie. There is pain and sadness, but good as well." She smiled softly. "Some are kind, some are cruel. There's plenty of others to meet... And not everything is good. Not everyone believes in the spirits. For some, knowing of the Spirits is fine. Others hate needlessly those who would speak of them. It's... Less peaceful too. Less.. Safe."
She opened her eyes, mind mulling over the cubs she left behind. Not all young, either... But some dead of cruelty, others hunted...
The lioness felt pain from those lost the most.
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