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 Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 11:05 pm
Nugu relazxed slightly, to hear that though sickness had come, it had not stayed. "Memories often do that, for better or for worse."
Blue eyes followed the Akida's gaze curiously, yet unobtrusively. For now, he was unaware of yet another presence.
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2006 5:55 am
"Indeed, memories seem to stretch far longer than a lifetime, whether or not they are welcome to do so."
Indeed, memories of past generations hung in the very air around this place, so old was the life. The trees knew the descendants as well as they knew themselves, the grasses were worn with the paths their paws had so often made.
"And you, Nugula and Kanuga Atadisti, what do you seek?"
The scent of his oldest friend had not yet met his nostrils, a shame, for the company of Mkingaji would be a glad tiding to the Akida.
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 11:20 pm
Though the scent of his arrival had somehow managed to escape both his trusted leader and the unknown strangers, Mkingaji was in fact nearly upon the group of three. Fearing the safety of Warithi, he took no effort or wasted time to make himself hidden; he bounded towards them full speed until at last he reached their position, at which point he slowed and instinctively met the side of his Akida, his eyes resting warily on the faces of the trespassers.
"My king..?" He inquired to Warithi, somewhat out of breath yet still willing and capable to fight if so commanded. It was only then he noticed their relaxed posture, but kept his own stance a cautioning one, if not directly threatening.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 10:26 pm
At such a question, Nugula looked to his brother before deciding to at last draw forth the formerly unspoken thoughts that kept them always moving, always searching.
The charging arrival of Warithi's 'reinforcements' gave him pause though, and instinct tensed his muscles, strengthening his posture. Just in case, just in case...if the newcomer to the scene was wary, then the brothers, as the strangers, must be doubly so.
Nonetheless, his voice held true and calm as he answered, "Clan. Purpose."
Two simple words, two sore holes in their hearts.
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 7:30 pm
Kunuga, like his brother, tensed his painted muscles at the arrival of the Shujaa, in all his state.
The words bespoken between Warithi and Nugula met a nod from him, though his thin smile was notably absent. It was truth, these two things in life he craved as a sapling craves the warmth of the sun.
"And also employment," he ventured, for idleness was not part of his perceived purpose, in any way.
In response to his old friend's arrival, Warithi smiled upon the Shujaa.
"My friend," he greeted the other fondly, before nodding at the brothers, strangers to Mkingaji.
"I have been making new acquaintance, my oldest friend, may I introduce you to Nugula and Kunuga Atadiusti, who enter our lands seeking purpose."
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