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 Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 9:50 am
One more question (hopefully only one more) before I actually start writing: these guys are still separated from the main pride, correct? They don't know about the rogue lions and everything that has gone down since the quake, they just know that there was a quake and they're trying to stay alive until they can get home?
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 11:24 am
Mtorolite One more question (hopefully only one more) before I actually start writing: these guys are still separated from the main pride, correct? They don't know about the rogue lions and everything that has gone down since the quake, they just know that there was a quake and they're trying to stay alive until they can get home?
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 12:33 pm
Thanks. Going to actually get to work writing when I get home from work, now that I think I've gotten it sorted out.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 8:03 pm
Ooh, this looks exciting. *settles in to ponder ideas*
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 12:27 pm
This looks like fun 8D
Just one question, are we allowed to enter if we had a megaplot character? I figure not because these guys are not really involved with them, but I figured I'd ask anyway just to be safe ^^
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 4:48 pm
Yep, anyone can enter. smile
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 7:47 pm
Awesome, I've been wanting to get another lion in this pride for a while now, to get back in on the action xD *types*
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 9:37 pm
Applying for: Jahina
Player: Atheare
Prompt: After quite a scolding from the serious Chewa, Jahina wanders off to console herself. What does she do?
Jahina stared up at the night sky, watching the stars twinkle every once in a while, as if they too were feeling a bit down. Normally they seemed brighter, but not today. Perhaps they shared her displeasure. She let out a soft sigh as she remembered Chewa's words, still fresh in her mind. She knew that she got on his nerves sometimes, and he did occasionally snap at her, but this time had been worse than the others. She must have really stepped on his toes.
"Ngeu?" She called softly, glancing around for her companion. "Are you there?" Her heart sank as she got no response. The vulture had incredible hearing, and would have surely heard her if she were anywhere nearby, even with her softer than usual voice. "I can't let this get to me." Her lip quivered slightly against her will. She couldn't help but think that this time Chewa had really meant what he said, that perhaps this time he wouldn't talk to her again. Why did she care so much? She wasn't really sure, but her heart ached at the thought of him being truly upset with her.
"Come on Jahina, snap out of it." She growled, beginning to pace, "He's too serious that's all. Yeah, Chewa needs to loosen up. I didn't do anything wrong." She flicked her tail behind her as she began one of her usual self pep-talks. "I was just having fun. It's not like anyone got hurt. I already apologized." But he didn't. Usually Chewa apologized if he snapped at her without a good reason, but this time he hadn't. Her spirits began to fall again as she realized that maybe she really had hurt his feelings by calling him names. It had all been in good fun, and everyone knew that they needed a good laugh around here. Chewa especially. She knew that he didn't like the names, but everyone else seemed to think it was funny, Ngeu especially. She didn't understand why his feelings would be hurt by it.
"Well so what?" She sat down and began to play with a stick between her toes, trying to snap it in half using only one paw. "He hurt my feelings. He yelled at me." But why did it hurt so much that HE was the one to yell? It didn't bother her that much when the others did. She could brush it off like it was nothing if it had been Sikivu or even Yamini, but Chewa's words stung more than theirs. His had more meaning to her. Or maybe it was the way he said it. When Chewa spoke his voice was so strong and commanding, like he really knew what to do and how to do it. He was the real strong manly lion in the group.
No, this was silly. She had no feelings for that grumpy lion. Sure, he was attractive, he was fun to mess around with and flirt with, at least until he snapped at her, but that was it. "Just a little cub crush." She assured herself, "That's all. I'll be over him in a week." She nodded, swatting the twig aside and padding off toward the rest of the group, trying to keep her spirits up. The stars appeared to sparkle with a bit more energy now. "Ngeu!" She called again, this time louder. "Come on, girlie, let's get back." She listened for a moment before hearing the soft wing beats of her companion in the distance and she smiled. Who needed men anyways? Just two girls having fun, that's all that she needed.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 1:34 pm
Applying for: Jahina
Player: Syrius Lionwing
Prompt: After quite a scolding from the serious Chewa, Jahina wanders off to console herself. What does she do?
Why was she always getting shouted at? She was only trying to make Mr. Grumpy-face smile for a change. Sheesh, he was so uptight, it was like someone had shoved a tree branch up his butt! She chuckled at this image - she couldn't help but smile at the thought, and wondered if anything in this life could remove said stick and loosen up the far too serious Chewa.
No, she supposed not. Still, the thought was there, and maybe all she had to do was find a way to impress him, or at least make him crack a smile. She'd definitely be happy with any wide grin from him.
Pthh, why was she bothering? The grumpy bugger would just cast off her good intentions as he always did. Huffing quietly she plodded onwards, feeling the gust of perfect blue wings against her ears.
"Do stop sulking." The large vulture clacked her beak, landing directly in front of her lioness companion. If a bird could smile, she would have been smiling, but beaks were not made for smiling. They were for eating and clacking at appropriate moments. Ngeu was actually quite amused at the lioness's antics, and ultimately her plight. "You knew you'd get shouted at when you set it up, you know he's got a face like a baboons butt, red and uuuuuuggglleeeeee!" She chuckled, her beak clacking along with her laughter.
Jahina laughed loudly at her bird friends strange clicking laughter, and at her attempts to cheer her up. "I wanna do something to prove to him I'm not just some...some loser who wants to play jokes all the time. Why can't he just take a joke?!? He's such a, a.."
"Baboons butt?" The vulture ventured, offering her previously stated phrase for further thought.
The lioness shook her head. "I was going to say stick in the mud, but I like yours better," she quipped, knocking the vulture over playfully and wrapping her paws around her friend, granting the large vulture a slobbery lick to her feathers. She really didn't know what she would do without the vulture - surely she would have succumbed to boredom or a deep melancholy if it wasn't for her partner bird. She was always there when her wounded feelings needed a cheerleading squad.
Flapping out of the lioness's grip the large bird squarked a laugh. "You know it takes ages to preen feathers?" she scolded, her dark and intelligent eyes looking at the lioness with a love that could only be created from a close friendship. "If you want Chewa to like you maybe we should try making something again, hmm? Clearly jokes don't work on him, time to try a new tac?"
Sighing lightly she clambered to her paws, her white and chocolatey coat rippling with the health of youth - make him something? She had attempted once before to make something and found herself to be completely...un-crafty? She wasn't sure exactly what the phrase was for someone that was completely useless at taking two feathers and attaching them to a piece of long hair was, but un-crafty more or less fitted how she felt about her creative skills when it came to making jewellery. "I don't know Ngeu, I'll probably just make a pigs ear of it again."
The large vulture nudged the lioness with her beak, two bright blue feathers poking out. Her eyes smiled a glistening, dark eyed smile, as she dropped the feathers on her friends paw. "Just one more try Jahina. You can do it!"
The pale lioness sighed and rolled her eyes, the bird could always see right through her. "Alright then, no point in your feathers going to waste," she grumped, reaching up and untangling some hair from her fetlock. She twined her chocolatey, white flecked fur, tangling it around the two feathers carefully - as per usual she found it very difficult to get her paws to do what she wanted them to do. She grumped a frustrated grump, before a thin claw held the hairs in just the right place. Jahina lifted her head, a small tear rolling down her cheek from her frustration and for the love of her feathered friend. 'Thank you' she mouthed, finally managing to tighten the knot to hold the two feathers together. "That'll do," she whispered, licking the vulture fondly before taking the feathers in her mouth. "Lets go and find Mr. Grumpy-pants," she mumbled around the newly formed feather and hair medley. If Chewa would appreciate her gift was questionable - if he would ever wear it was even more questionable - but at least she was trying to impress him in a way other than playing her small jokes on him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he would see that she liked him, she just couldn't tell him?
She hoped at least he would see she had made the effort. A dark blue wing brushed against her ears as Ngeu settled between her shoulder blades, the comforting feeling of the strong claws holding on to her back calming her nerves. She was so glad for her vultures friendship, her friends support - she would need all of it to hand Chewa this precious gift, this present not only from her but from her bonded. A piece of both of them twined together. A gift of true friendship.
Little note : I'm away on holiday from the 15th for 2 weeks hope thats okay.
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 11:55 pm
Applying for: Tilifika
Player: Remove
Prompt: Tilifika and Pisha have an argument; explain what it is about.
"You don't really expect him to want you? Of all lions you?" Pisha's voice was harsher then usual. It wasn't common for the pair to argue, they had grown up together and depended on each other. Well Pisha refused to depend on anyone but they were a pair.
"You are just jealous that someone else wants my attention. Get a grip Pisha." Tilifika smiled as she spoke, she had a good argument. It was obvious her vulture was jealous, it was the only thing that really made complete sense.
"You think I am jealous? Really? Fine go up to him and tell him you want him, I am sure he would love a cub like you!" The vulture so wanted to claw at her head until she realised what a mistake she was making. Going up to a guy and being so open about stuff, no it's not how it worked but would she listen? Did she ever listen? Of course not. She got her ideas and she went with them. "I won't be here to sort things out if you do!"
"Pisha you can't just leave me!" Tili looked at her vulture and the for the first time wondered whether your bonded could just leave you. Pisha was all she had after the earthquake before she was found and the group came together. Pisha was also the only one she would listen to, especially if he threatened to leave her.
She wasn't really sure what to say, Pisha said nothing and just looked at her. He knew her to well and knew she was about to give in and just ask for help but she was resisting. She always thought it made you look weak asking for help.
"Fine, have it your way." She spoke the words quickly, really quickly in hope the vulture wouldn't be able to understand them but of course he could. He could understand mostly because this was quite a common occurrence when she had done something wrong or needed help. She was too head strong, she didn't like asking for help and she wanted a lion who well... maybe she could get. It would depend though and that is why Pisha wanted her to stop. A vulture can get a good view on the situation.
"Okay this is what you are going to do and Tili, you are going to need to be patient." Her face dropped when he mentioned the word patience. She was one of the most impatient lions you would ever meet. She was a doing lioness not a thinking one. Was a good thing she had Pisha really. She let it go though, Pisha meant too much to continue arguing with him.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 7:45 am
Applying for: Sikivu
Player: xo – k a i r i
Prompt: Quote: Once a member of the guard, how would Sikivu react to the situation that the guard is in now? (there are very few left, Ngao is blind, etc)
Finally reaching his destination, Sikivu sighed.
Just sighed.
So much had changed. Not just the landscape affected by the earthquake, but the pride itself. Specifically, the guard to which he had once belonged – no, still belonged. Once a member of the guard, always a member of the guard. But it was certainly in a sorry state indeed. Young Ngao had been a fine Captain when she’d been appointed, and he’d been proud to be among those under her leadership before the earthquake had struck. But since then terrible events had happened, and Ngao had lost her sight. A horrible loss for her, and Sikivu felt only sympathy for the young lioness, having lost such a vital resource at what had been the prime of her life. He knew what it felt like, to lose something - something you believed it was impossible to live without, until it was cruelly snatched from you and you had no choice but to continue regardless.
But in the same way as he hadn’t let the loss of his beloved Mkeke affect the quality of care he’d given the children under his wing, Ngao’s disability shouldn’t affect the quality of protection given to the pride. After such tragic events, they deserved the very best protection. In Ngao’s defense, Sikivu could understand why she’d been given such a mammoth responsibility – there weren’t many guards left at all, and she was by far the most capable and experienced...or had been. It was now clear to the lion that there was only one option for the guard, only one option to ensure the Aka’mleli received the protection it deserved.
The familiar flapping of feathers drew the male’s attention away from the sandy ground he had been intently staring at, pale grey eyes settling on his bonded’s worried expression, Fatisha clicking her beak in concern. “Sikivu?” she asked, taking a few steps towards him, craning her neck to look up into his face, “Are you alright?”
The large lion found himself sighing for the third time, as he avoided meeting Fatisha’s gaze, “Not really.”
With a flutter of wings, Fatisha lifted herself from the ground, gliding forwards a little and landing softly on the lion’s shoulder, giving his cheek a reassuring nudge. “Want to talk about it?” Sikivu turned his gaze back to the ground once more, several moments passing in silence before he finally spoke up. “I’m worried, Fatisha. Worried and confused about the state of the Guard, and the safety of the pride.” A wing brushed against his cheek, a fond gesture the hawk often used and that Sikivu knew well. Clicking her beak again – a habit of hers - Fatisha also took a few moments before responding, “We’ve been gone a long time, Sikivu. Things change.”
Sikivu wanted to lash out, to strike the ground and kick and scream. He didn’t like change – he wanted things to be the same they were before the earthquake. For the guard to still be bursting with lions eager to protect their pride, for the cracks in the ground to be filled and no longer present. For Mkeke to still be beside him, her warm and friendly voice making him chuckle with a joke.
It just wasn’t fair.
“Things aren’t fair,” Fatisha sighed, almost as if she could read her bonded’s mind, “We just have to learn to accept them and deal with them as best we can.” Sikivu nodded – this was an odd situation. Usually he was the one with the answers - the calm voice telling others that there was always a silver lining. He was grateful for Fatisha’s company, and her sound advice that didn’t mock him with its simplicity. Sometimes you just needed reminding of something you already knew. The pair sat in a companionable silence, watching the sun sink below the far horizon, until darkness engulfed the Aka’mleli lands. Just as Sikivu was getting up to stretch his sore joints, Fatisha spoke up, “What are you going to do?”
Sikivu’s forehead furrowed thoughtfully, although in his head he already knew the answer as he spoke, “I’ll go see Ngao in the morning. Talk to her - offer my services. I may not be as young as I used to be, but I’m sure they need all the help they can get.”
Fatisha nodded with another click of her beak, clearly in agreement with the decision. Sikivu believed it made the most sense, On one hand, he didn’t want to charge back in and demand changes that were unreasonable, in a community still coping with the tragedies brought by the earthquake. But at the same time, he couldn’t just sit idly by and do nothing, when he had the experience and skills that could most certainly be put to good use. He had a duty to the guard, and to his pride, and Sikivu planned to fulfil it to the best of his ability.
“I think it’s about time we turned in for the night,” he spoke to the dark hawk on his shoulder, Fatisha chirping in agreement. With a warm smile, the first smile since he’d returned, Sikivu headed towards the dens, looking forward to a good night’s sleep.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 12:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 5:44 pm
Applying for: Yamini
Player: Zephira738
Prompt: With the fact that she is still without a second pairing, Yamini wonders if it is because she may be nearing the end of her life as well. How is she reacting to this morbid idea? (note: the lions do not worship the goddess Hestia, but the birds do)
Why am I still here?
The question had plagued her every waking minute since the moment she’d stirred to find her partner gone. She’d searched for him of course. Dragging her limp battered body to where he ought to have been, digging through the rubble for hours and hours and hours, only slowing when Sikivu came to find her. She refused to give up, insisting that she’d find him, she would, even as he tended to her own injuries. She refused to allow him to move her, exhaustion slowing her progress until a full day had passed, then two, and then three, and with all the other survivors gathered and found… well. Then she’d been forced to give up. If he’d survived as she had somehow managed to do, then he would have come by now. They’d always been inseparable, always! What would she do without him?
Still, there were little ones who needed to be looked after, hunting that needed to be done. But every glimpse of a bird arching through the sky, of the dark hawk hovering around Sikivu who looked after all of them, or of the blue vulture constantly accompanying the cheerful Jahina for whom Yamini could usally muster a smile…all were constant reminders of what she had lost. It was hard to get over a friend she’d known almost her whole life. He’d been everything to her, best friend, guide, family, secret keeper…he’d been her constant companion and now…now he was gone. He was dead.
He was dead and so too was she. Her body just didn’t know it yet, but her heart did. His loss had shaken her to her very soul and then the fragile thing had crumbled. Without him she felt lost, she was alone even when surrounded by the other survivors. Surely they weren’t the only ones, but what if no others had survived? Yamini had never been so desolate before, so without hope. She put her best paw forward, day by day, week by week, and still…nothing had come of it. She must have done something truly horrible, to have caused all this to happen, but what it might be…she had no idea.
Perhaps if another had come to bond with her, if the goddess her beloved kite had often spoken of had offered her a new companion, though none could ever replace her precious bonded. Perhaps then she might have found her will sufficient to bring her back to life. Perhaps she might have survived the loss of everything she loved. Perhaps. But it was not to be.
She should have died there, with him. Sikivu should not have found her, should not have saved her. Death was her destiny, she only defied it with each breath she took. She had her kite were inseparable, even death should have known. Had known. That had to be why Hestia never sent another to aid her. The goddess of the birds knew Yamini was dead, that she no longer needed guidance.
Except her body refused to lie down and give up. It was just as well. Sikivu needed the help. Her skills still remained, she could still pull weight in the group. And so she lingered here, in this unlife. Smiling at little Jahina’s jokes and helping her out of trouble. Keeping an eye on the fiery young Tilifika and occasionally reminding her that she was accepted when the pink lioness’ worries became apparent. Chewa didn’t seem to need her, but she kept her other eye on him anyway. She hunted when the time came to hunt. She watched over them as they slept, for sleep was no friend of hers now. She walked when they were moving on, and she searched when they were searching, and all along knew that her soul was still buried in the rubble of her den, and her heart gone with it. But her body remained. It could still do some good, could still be useful for these lives that surrounded it still.
And one day, perhaps soon, it would give up. And there, laying down alone, Yamini’s spirit would find its way back to the pile of rubble, and in dying she would be whole again. One day. When her body’s usefulness had passed at last, when the little ones who had grown so no longer needed her to try. Then she would be free to find her kite again. But now, today. Today she would need to place one paw before the other, to force a small smile at Jahina’s antics, to be there for those who needed her. Today Yamini would pretend to live. Tomorrow perhaps not. But today she was needed still.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 10:55 pm
Applying for: Sikivu
Player: Mtorolite
Prompt: Once a member of the guard, how would Sikivu react to the situation that the guard is in now? (there are very few left, Ngao is blind, ect).
Sikivu looked ahead at the scrappy little ratel that was guiding them through what was hopefully the last obstacle between him and his homelands: the high pass in the mountains that the earth had thrown up when it shook. He had been their guide for the last three days, ever since they came upon him with his tail end sticking out of a hollow tree buzzing with bees. He had popped out into their paths, face and paws sticky and seemingly unaware of the buzzing around his head. Instead, he had asked them what they were doing on this side of the mountains- he was used to seeing lions and birds together on the other side of the pass. Alternately friendly and belligerent, the ratel had agreed to guide them home, as long as they didn't mind frequent snack breaks.
Sikivu had felt his heart leap when the little ratel had told them how close they were to home. He had not wanted to admit it, but since the earth had vomited up a new landscape, he was completely lost. It was not a situation he was used to, as a guard; part of his job was to know what was going on, and where. Since being bonded to Fatisha, together they had combed nearly every inch of the valley, mapping it from the sky and by foot. After the earth had stopped shaking, their memory maps were useless. And his mate was dead. The young mountains had taken everything from him. Nothing was the same. Not even the guard. It couldn't be.
Fatisha and he spent the first few days shell shocked; Fatisha could not fly very high due to the dust and the vultures, and all the landmarks he had spent his time learning were gone. Slowly- so slowly- he had met up with other lions, bit by bit, almost starved by stretches, and nearly died after drinking bad water. They wandered through the hills, into the mountains, seeking a way through, only to be forced back down onto the plains searching for the herds. Always calm, he felt himself begin to grow disconnected; without Madaka, without his landmarks, and without the guard, only Fatisha and these lions kept him grounded while the mountains threatened to overcome him, like they had everything else.
Now, as the ratel led the way, bouncing between leading the lions and bringing in his own kills, Sikivu was growing more and more concerned about the pride. Fatisha was nervous, too, but she babbled. Strange how she voiced the thoughts he held down.
“Do you think Hifadhi survived? He's old, but he's wise, right? But frail? What if he didn't? We all knew Ngao would follow him, but what if something happened to her? Or what if their ok but Pepu and Hofu aren't? The guard needs its eyes in the sky, after all. We should be running into scouts by now. The ratel says we're only a few hours away. What if the guard's been to gutted to be effective? What if you'll need to become a hunter, just to keep things fed? You never were a good hunter. Think about all of the ground we're going to have to re-learn. It's going to take ages. Do you think Ngao and Hifadhi are alright? What if there not? I don't think I would be a good bonded for the captain of the guard, so you can't be it. Even if one of them's in bad shape they're going to have to lead. Hestia knows you're too quiet to boss people around. If we don't run into any scouts do you think you'll start up scouting patrols again? I think scouts are pretty important. . .”
Sikivu let Fatisha go on like this for a while, until the ratel caught wind of a snake and set off after it. Sikivu and four other lions settled down in the shade, knowing that he would be back soon and they should enjoy the rest before the final peak. The four birds hopped down among them, and Fatisha went from babbling to serious.
“What are we going to do?”
Sikivu put his head on his paws. Even now, with his heart tripping, the other four lions needed him to be calm. He had the closest ties to this pride, between his mate and Fatisha and guard duty. He closed his eyes, and thought for a minute. What would he do, with his mate gone, their only surviving cub having long since run away, the guard in who knows what condition, and mountains thrusting themselves up and rearranging everything he had ever known?
He would relearn. Maybe he would find his lost son, whom Madaka had wept for at the end. Maybe he would be a scout, and learn the new pride lands. Maybe he would just carry on guarding, like he always had. In short, he would carry on.
“You worry too much, Fatisha. When we run we run into scouts, we'll re-introduce ourselves. Then we'll talk to whoever is in charge now. Then we will help get Chewa and Yamini and Tilifika and Jahina settled, and then we'll pick up where we left off. We're not going to let a few mountains get in the way.”
The ratel came trotting back, dragging a snake carcass several feet longer then he was behind him, and told them they would be home by sundown. Sikivu stood up, and smiled.
Soon, the mountains wouldn't matter.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 12:52 pm
Applying for: Sikivu
Player: iGotGreen
Prompt: Sikivu is a very brave, very calm male. He remembers the earthquake as if it had just occured, he remembers the terror, the pain, the suffering his mate went through before her death. He cries continuously to this day for her, but takes on the dauntless task of helping a group of growing lions out.
Sikivu saw the Earthquake as a sign, a sign that perhaps a change was needed to the memebrs of his party and his role as a part of the guard helped him greatly. He was considered a valuable leader then and had remained of that line of 'duty. Sikivu was made to bring these lions home, made to prepare them for a new life and he told his old mate of this every night, of every feat the group went through, of every moment he felt her love enterhim and power him through a rough patch, he basically 'prayed' to her.
"Darling.." He hear himself speak slowly, they were taking a quick rest, the dawn had left them and day ad gone by so fast, it felt as if they'd moved slowly, but the day was gone anyhow. "Darling.. the dusk, the setting sun. I share it with these treasures, with my friends. I miss when we shared these moments." He smiles sweetly, face pulling back into a great grin, though tears began to glitter in his pale eye's. He looked ove to the group he lead, most slept, the birds were off doing their bird things and he was left to guard. Which he didn't mind one bit.
"I'm back to my old duties!" He proclaimed quietly, mood set into a happy tone.
Then a thought occured to him, what of the rest of the guard..
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The group crested over a newly made hill, brisk steps drew them nearer their home, Sikivu knew this, but didn't know how near, had it been so long and had so much changed that he didn't even recognize his own home! He gasped to see a small group, pelts he recognized, some to covered with scars to tell and then he felt teh rush behind him, some young ones rushed ahead, exited.
He sort of fell behind, met with an astonishingly terrible wall of trouble. Where on earth were all his companions, all his colleagues, where was Ngao. He growled softly, fear creeping up his spine, making him tingle all over. He whined lightly to himself and whispered to his mate in the sky. "What has the Gods done to our pride..." He moves forward, paws shaking a little.
He gets to the entrance way of their pride, once a grand place, ow rubble and hope filled faces, he admired the hope and looked for a familiar guard tohelp him out. Finally spotting one he asks for Ngao. then the guard informs him. "Sir, Ngao has been blinded by the Earthquake and our Guards, well our numbers are dwindling. A final count has yet to be made." Sikivu listened with a horror striken maw, his eye's filled with terror, a simple natural disaster.. it caused so much.
He was unable to meet with Ngao at this time, and only could find a few guards able to speak with him, but he got the run down for the guard. He wondered, if the guard was so low on numbers.. what was the whole prides total...
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