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 Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 4:06 pm
Nila was wondering about in the Rogue lands. She was on the hunt for new knowledge because she has learned as much as you could about her pride. she still hasnt remembered any of her past since she has arrived at the pride. She has come to a conclusion that she probably will never remember where she came from and who she really is, she doesn't even know if she has family somewhere else she could be a mother not even know it. Stuff like that always haunted her mind she can never get away from it especially when people talk about their past how it was when they were a Cub. she couldn't experience same thing because she didn't remember.
Wandering the rouge lands always helped her escape the solitary of her own mind just like when she gathered knowledge. Things that kept her mind preoccupied was helpful. She just hoped that she wouldn't always being as helpless with that she feels.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 1:53 am
He felt like one of the commoners, it urked him. His fathers exiled decision of all his sons, unlike his brothers. He kept someone to make him feel slightly better. At his lowest, with a pact, his gained an able body to enslave in lack of better terms. One that with his every whim, Sapir would do. Treat him like he deserved... The royal male did not come without skill though. Out in the lands, his physical body frail and small, averaging of a female's measurements- his mind was what gave him the upper hand. When he was not trying to plan an execution of his pride, he was solving mysteries in the roguelands. Sapir, his faithful and loyal wilddog would offer their services to pride leaders. Royalty, and would gain popularity and connections. He was smart, and calculating...
Today, he wasn't fairing a good mystery. He was off duty, and hungry. The male, was rather crabby although his outward appearance wouldn't show it. Regal with how he carried him, and opted to lay across a slated rock. He'd always find one, and if not Sapir would find one for him. The sun laid across his fur, some shade was offered with the tree Sapir dragged him under, still- half of him felt the heat others craved yet hated to be in. His eyes dimmed with the light as he looked onward. Spotting something in the corner of his eye, he tried to home in on it- unless he knew what it was, he would sleep wary... Where was Sapir to check on these things for him.
Where was his damn meal too.
Ears fanned back as he decided not to move, for now. Not until the other got closer. If he was lucky. It would be a royal of some sort, or a messenger of one. To gain reputation.. Then his eyes sweeped around to look for his servent's familiar coat. He'd better be here soon.
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