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 Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 9:14 am
Azachamorel rose with a careful stretch, shaking off any dust or sand that might have settled in her fur while she rested. After a cursory look at her half-healed wounds from her skirmish with a rogue family on the border, she moved from the spot where she'd been bathing in the morning sun, heading towards the pridal dens. It was the community den she sought, hoping to find the King there.
Though obviously in good health, the huntress had been recently roughed-up - claws had raked halfway down her left foreleg, and teeth had torn a way a patch of skin and bits of flesh from her chest. The injuries were well on their way to healing, but still far from being the prettiest of sights. Still, she bore them with pride.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 5:03 pm
Kimeti had just finished a meal and was lounging about the pridal den to allow the food to digest. Afterall, it wasn't the most comfortable things to be roaming around in the sun with a full stomach. Nope, nothing but some nice relaxation was in order and without his grandcubs around, things were quiet and comfortable. For the time being...
The King had only just closed his eyes when a feint breeze carried in the scent of one of th eprides, lionesses. It wouldn't have bothered Kimeti at all had it been a lioness he conversed with often but this lioness and he rarely spoke and with her being so close to the den his curiosity was peaked.
Raising his large head, sand fell to the ground as it fell from his black mane. Eyes narrowed slightly as he awaited to see if this female entered or not. He was not about to get up and look for himself, his interest in the matter wasn't that high. If she passed by then the King would simply return to his resting.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 8:00 am
Scenting a recent meal and a lion within, Azachamorel approached - respectfully, of course. Strides measured and careful, she entered with a deferent bow of her head.
"My Lord," she greeted, the tuft of her tail sweeping the ground as it swayed. "I have come with a report, of the borders."
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 6:49 am
Kimeti's eyes narrowed more as the female stepped in from the sun. The brightness silhoueteing the figure. It wasn't until Azachamorel fully entered the den that Kimeti could trust his eyes to identify the femme. Finally scent and vision combined helped to jog the Kings memory of the lioness and her position within the pride.
A report? Surely it had something to do with the lionesses current condition. The wounds she bore were far from old as they cotninued to knit away at the opening that could be no more than a day or two old at best. With his attention fully caught Kimeti rose from his resting spot. The remaining sand that clung to his body drizzled down to the earth as the large lion stood before his pride member. "I assume there has been problems." He spoke, the tip of his tail moving bantly back and forth...for the time being.
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2007 9:06 pm
"Rogues, my lord," she affirmed. "They have shown themselves at the borders with disturbing frequency of late. Half a dozen within the past month." Azachamorel's worry showed plainly, as did the fact that she found such incursions beyond offensive. "One against one they are no match for one of us, but unfortunately they do not always come singly."
"It occurred to me that, perhaps, hunting and scouting parties - or at least pairs - should be formed. Something more structured than the informal ones we're left to form ourselves if the notion takes us." The suggestion was careful. "Clearly, the world has forgotten that we are to be feared, if it takes strolling tours of our sands now. Perhaps it needs a reminder of our strength."
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