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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 12:27 pm
 The white paws that carried him did not blend with the green and brown grasses that covered the savannah floor. He was not far from his pride, the Mizuka lands. He had just been needing to take a walk and get away for a bit.
His sapphire eyes gleamed as he walked through the lands, stopping here and there to play with the occassional beetle. He loved to play with bugs, that, and of course eating them. Though he figured that he wasnt all that weird for it.. He heard they were good for him.
His tail flicked side to side, and was just as bright white as the paws that carried him. His upper half was a dark grey, and the mane atop his head was white and billowy. He was a handsome boy, taking after his mother Codail and his father Zimwe. He didn't know his father well, though mother had been talking about taking a journey to the swamplands to meet him. Chincha really didnt want to, as he was happily adjusting to life in the pride. It was nice, feeling protected.
Though he felt one thing was missing in life. He wanted someone to call his love. He loved his mother, but he was slowly realizing it wasnt her love that he was longing for.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 9:19 am
 If she hadn't known that there was no water when she walked away from the ocean she would have lost her mind by now. Already she was running over to every water hole in the attempt to get water of some kind in her body. It felt as if she was going to dry out and turn into a crispy critter just because she'd left the beach and it had been hot down there too.
But at least back there she cuold leap into the ocean and surf or splash around like a happy cub.
Why had she gone running around out on the savannah? Had it been her own choice or just a way to get away from the memories.... or the lack there of memories.
She'd lost touch with her mother, her brothers, her sisters. Why? Maybe it was just because she was so flighty, or maybe it was just because she wasn't used to having a constant figure in her life that protected and kept her safe.
Not that she would ever admit to it, Navale was somewhat independently headstrong when she wanted to be.
A gentle sigh came from her muzzle as she walked slower than she had been. The last watering hole had been a good distance away and she was already begging for water to come.
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