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Mila Farrell Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 2:44 pm
(And I, in turn, must beg apology for my horribly late reply... xd )
She crinkled her nose briefly. "No." Nothing more is given than that...it's a curt reply. Whatever good emotions this lioness has is hidden deep within the shell she's slowly built up around her through the years. It's unlikely that even she can dig down and dredge up the true emotion: she's become too adept at hiding it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 1:43 pm
Bowing his head slightly, Makadara then straightened. "That being the case, I'll see what I can do to rectify that." he said, already stepping out into the tall grass. "I'll stay within hearing range though, so if something goes wrong..." he trailed off, shrugging his lean shoulders carelessly. If something went wrong, he'd be back as fast as his coal-black legs could carry him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 1:04 pm
 =----time skip (sorry dust, but...this has taken so long, I theenk we can both agree it's probably time to free up our chars to move zem along, noes? <3333)----= Finally, it was time to return home. He'd seen his duty through, and was no longer needed here.
As he made his way closer still to the mistweaver territory he'd once called home, he could feel something constrict around his heart--for the first time since he'd taken leave of his once-home, fear tore at his consciousness. How much would have changed? Would the pride welcome him home, or would he be viewed as an outsider, never to be accepted again?
Worse still, was he going to be able to adapt to living around others again? Laying his ears firmly back against his head, Makadara wrinkled his nose as the first few drops of rain landed on his muzzle. Just great...
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