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 Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 11:18 pm
  ((This is an open RP location.. Anyone may pop in if they so choose, biggrin ))
The Mwezi'kivuli are conflicted by their desire to leave the mountain and the need to stay. They are far too weak at the moment to survive a land despute with another pride, and really, the area does provide whatever they require. But with no current Mwandani, and a Kahini who seems to be out of favor with the gods, even that may not be enough.
There are many caves at the base of the mountain, and a river sprouting from inside the caverns, built on the springs of melting snow that make their way down the mountain. There are also many cliff-sides shooting up into the sky, and overhangs to shelter the lions when the rain falls.
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2006 11:15 pm
((YHALOTHAR. *shoves Uchao out muchly late* >3))
Ajabu'uchao picked her way along the mountain's rocky base with practiced ease, seeking out her favorite evening vantage point - the topside of one of the sheltering overhangs. With a few more calculated hop-steps, she'd reached it, and wasted no time ing etting comfortable, settling herself on it so that her paws dangled over the front edge, and her tail swayed over the side.
Yellow eyes peered out into the fading light, as well as down below her. It wasn't terribly far to the ground from here; probably just enough that falling might break or sprain something, but it was no impressive distance.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 8:45 am
Anga'njiwa was out, stalking where-ever Siri might be. As much as the old geezer hated it, she loved to irritate him. Something about causing his blood to boil in extreme hatred of her, then running off to croon into Ausi's ear about stuff just brought out the evil side of her.
However, it didn't seem Siri was around for her to harass. Lifting her dark head and sniffing the air, Anga did sense someone else around. "Hello, who's that." Peering with her crystalline eyes, Anga tried fo find the source of the scent. Puffing up slightly, the pitch colored lioness awaited to see whether it was friend or foe.
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