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 Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 5:02 pm
Chewing on her lip she gazed around helplessly. Not a single blade of grass or tree leaf looked familiar to her, just like the land she had found herself lost within. Having left her mountain home with the simple wish of finding a male to give her cubs, she had returned only to find her pride, her beloved home, abandoned. I terror she had fled the valley once more, returning to the unfriendly roguelands where she had wandered and roamed until she had realised with a sickening drop of her heart that she was lost. Her mountain had long vanished from view, and the path her paws had been following had faded away until it was but a memory within her thoughts.
Closing her eyes she swallowed a whine of fear, a shiver sliding through her from nose to tail. Never before had she been out of her pride's mountain crater, but now she found herself lost and alone in a land that was as hot and as harsh as the sun. Not a lake or snow-capped peak in sight, or even a friendly face from which to ask directions.
Opening her eyes once again she looked back over her shoulder, but the rich red dust of the plains stretched out behind her just as surely as it did in front and to each side. Fighting down the fluttering edge of panic once again, she placed one paw in front of the other. She could not stay where she was, she needed to find water and a meal... Though she would never eat again if it would bring her home back to her.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 10:02 am
The time of the great migration would be closing in soon, which caused great worry for some, especially the top predators of the Savannah. The signs could easily be seen by the way the sun beat down harder than ever, which caused the grass to suffocate with great dehydration and turn them from their usual luscious green to a dead yellow-brown. After that the water would start to burn up and vanish from the rivers and watering holes. Any water that could be found would defiantly be fought over, and some would end up dead. All this would cause the prey to flee the lands and towards places with greener pasture. They would return though, eventually, when the sky would finally have pity upon the land and sky for it. That would be a a while though, and Zaire was not worried yet.
Short huffs and growls left his lips as he lazed upon a rock that sat near the comforting shade of a large Acacia tree. His dusty eyes gazed upon the sea of mingling zebra and wildebeest whom were traveling along the rogue lands. It truly was a sight to see, mystical, magical and depressing. For now, though they grouped together as they readied themselves for their long migration and took in what good grass they could, they stayed, for now. Only for now.
It was hard for Zaire to keep himself upon his perch. The temptation to just thrust forward and take down one of them was great, but his mind kept him still. Answering temptation had a great possibility of being trampled as they charged. That and some of the males were already keeping a close eye on him even though there was a mutual understanding that he wasn't going to do anything, yet.
"Soon enough," he mumbled to himself. "Maybe when the sun finally goes down."
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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