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 Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 6:54 am
Mtanga was an adventerous soul, who was often found famous for his accent or peculiar choice of vocabulary. However due to his wild and free nature, he had felt restricted when he joined the pack. The leader had since fallen pregnant, and he felt the pack was rather secluded, and limited to a few members that didn't include himself. He had been on the edge of dissapearing into another of his own adventures, the silver adult simply slept the days away, and barely spoke to any other creatures.
He had also lost contact with his brother, and had no idea where he was, or was headed to. He hoped one day they would meet again, perhaps travel together, for he felt as if he had lost part of his soul, his very being.
The male was stretched over the dark ground, head on his paws, olive eyes abondoning the sight of bones to gaze over the sky. The stars were visable in this clear night, and it was upon them that he muttered his single wish.
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Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:11 am
It seemed all long ago, all past in the history.. all lost to Kimbia lately. His days as a youngster, his life in the Graveyard, and above all his brother Mtanga... whom he missed more than anything else. His dislike of the Graveyard and his sense of freedom took him away from his old pack to new adventures which satisifed him only temporarily. Without his brtoher, nothing seemed so much fun, nothign seemed complete anymore.
As he travelled to the Graveyard borders, Kimbia was lost in these thoughts. Would he see his brother again this time? His last visit to these lands were not exactly fruitful, other than meeting a nice but rather lost hyena whom he would like to meet again... but no news from Mtanga. He wanted to see him, to talk to him, to see how he has been doing...
As he entered the borders, Kimbia lowered his body, so he was not seen from a distance. His ash colored coat helped him to integrate himself with the ground... He walked slowly, he did not want to meet anyone but his brother that night. He had no patience to argue and no will to fight.
However, realizing it was not possible for him to search the lands without being seen, Kimbia let go of his stealth attitude and called out to the starry night "Mtanga?.. can you hear me?..."
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 9:20 am
That voice, was it a voice of a phantom? A demon or angel? Though he was not supersticious, the bodyless voice must have some explanation. He raised his head, olive eyes widening in the dim light. Suddenly it struck him, and he realised why the voice was calling his name, and why it seemed so familiar. "Kimbia?" His voice shook as he stood up, lunging around the bones, gaze falling on the ebony shape of his brother. He ran foward happily. "I can't believe you're here!"
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