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For the past few days the lioness was nonstop. Wandering the lands and meeting a plethora of fems and fellows. And while the female held the spirit of a cub she was by far as agile as her half-pint counterparts. Her body was aged, and it was clear by how much her joints and muscles hurt. The lioness needed her rest. She slept heavily atop a tree branch which hung over a river. Iola chose the spot due to its close proximity to water. Iola planned ahead enough to know that once she was done resting up, she’d love to take a dip in the running water and have a good splash before heading out to her idle wanderings. The female had nowhere to go and no one to ‘get home’ to. She had no ties with any other creature besides the fleeting ‘friendships’ of a few, that hardly counted for more than a passing hello.

Her belly pressed to the branch, the female’s forelegs and back legs dangled down along with her tail which whipped around with the wind. She snoozed lightly, her purple ear flickering once the lapping sounds emitted from the male below. An eyelid creaked open, revealing a cobalt blue orb which instantly locked on the male below her. Iola gazed down at Tsun briefly, slowly rousing herself from her slumber-like state. “Whuah…?” The female grumbled, leaning forward to peek down at the male in better positioning. Her head fell heavily on the tree branch, still quite tired but curious towards the vibrantly colored male. “Pretty…” She muttered, accounting his glittering flank which held a richer shade of purple in comparison to her pastel shade.

It was hard to believe just how old Iola was in comparison to her current counterparts. She aged gracefully. It didn’t help that she was wanton in youthful spirit. Which meant people noticed more the female’s ecstatic personality rather than her graying muzzle. When the female was well rested one couldn’t make any clear distinction on her age. And strangely enough, it’d never came up. Best to keep it that way.
Iola mimicked Tsun’s facial expression when he smiled up at her in response to her compliment. Iola wasn’t aware that his smile was prompted from that. But then again, it was a rarity in receiving positive attentions from strangers. Iola instantly thought back to recent meetings that mainly happened with males. How ANGRY they were! Idly she wondered if it had to do something with pelt color. The friendlier males seemed to have lighter or colored pelts while to the crueler ones were darker or black.
Yaaaawn, blink blink. “Hello.” The female stated still in a dream-like state. Her voice wavered as she tried to keep control of a fickle vocal octet. Iola’s eye lids slowly shut as she shook her head to get more wakefulness. Obviously she needed it… he was going out of her way to speak with her. Was he a dream? Iola shook her head again, eyes focused on the male that only grew more distinct. “You’re real…” Her voice trailed, Iola picking herself up from her laying position and stepped off of the branch to land heavily and ungracefully in front of Tsun. Her torso bobbed once she made impact standing on all four paws. The fall did a great job of waking her up. While she was still sleepy, this chance at companionship was too good to pass up. “I’m Iola… I’m a rouge.” She added shortly after, thinking it best to add that title because everyone seemed to ask. The female grinned widely, her eyes closing. “Heh, you could be my brother….” She then pressed her paw to his torso, marveling at their matching flank color. She’d never seen any other purple creature before. “….oh, wouldn’t that be nice?” Iola removed her paw, placing it to her tummy were she idly scratched it. “What are you doing out here?”

“True…” Iola answered without much compelling. While they did look mildly similar in pelt color the pair hardly resembled each other in bone structure or anywhere else for that matter. Besides, the thought of him being a long lost brother would have been a saddening thought indeed… it would have meant her family had left her behind as a cub. No, that wasn’t a thought she wanted to be truth or dwell on.
She was slowly starting to come around, the soupy feeling of half wakefulness slowly altering to full consciousness. “You were a rogue like me?” Ears swerved forward, staring at the purple male expectantly. “…there must have been good reason for you to stop. Whats it like being in a pride?” The female had been coming across a lot of her fellow lions that belonging to some place in particular. She idly wondered what it must have been like… to have a family of sorts. She’d been alone for so long, she wasn’t sure what having a family could be like. Though the female was certain if she had constant companionship she would be loads happier. Other people to play with? Utter bliss for Iola. “If you are in a pride… why’d you leave?”