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 Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 2:15 pm
((Starting with Sairin and Tuka, but I don't think BFD will mind other people coming in?))
Blck paws felt the rock below them, and the brown eyed cub jumped down, hiding his stumble with indignance before bending, sniffing the spring somewhat. He got his nose wet and snorted, batting a bit to get it off. He glanced, to see nothing was going too near his mother or siblings, then padded on, unused to being alone this long. He would certainly be scolded, but he hoped perhaps to find a good gift, at least, for his mother. This in mind, the cub pressed on, the tuft of what would be a mane one day glinting in the sun, despite his efforts to hide. He sniffed at times, and was simply silent, exploring the land.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 2:41 pm
 Another set of black paws, these wrapped in green markings like ribbons, padded lightly over the earth. The movements were fluid and graceful, like a dance only the dancer knew the steps to. If Tuta were asked, she would have agreed. Every step she took was part of the bigger dance of the ages. Every motion or stillness predetermined and guided. But where had the Dance guided her today? Mountains loomed over the small maned wolf, their tops hidden from her mint green eyes by rolling white clouds. Not that she was interested in them right now. At the moment, her nose and eyes were to the ground, intent on the trail of a rabbit she'd caught a wiff of.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 2:49 pm
Sairin's nose an ears pricked as he scented something new, a strange animal he'd never smelled before. His paws soon began stalking as he prowled, or, atleast tried He had to find the source. However, he was but a cub. Every so often, he disturbed a rock.
"Who enters this place?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 1:47 pm
Tuta froze in place, her ears swiveling all directions to find the source of the challenge. Ever so slowly, she raised her sleek head, now turning her eyes to join the search. Standing tall now, her tail held low behind her, she called out to the voice. "My name is Tuta Kwa Simba... who's there?"
The black female shifted a little nervously. Who knew what manner of creature might own that voice? She wasn't nervous by nature, but... it was unnerving to not be able to see the speaker.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 5:21 pm
"I see." The cub finally padded into view, and surveyed the stranger with calm, brown eyes before sitting. While he was still small and likely not very imposing, he had his dignity.
"My name is Sairin... Where are you from?" He pricked his ears, curiously.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:27 pm
Tuta's ears perked forward as she turned to see the cub, her head tilting curiously as some of her fear fled. "Oh, its a lion cub... for a minute there, I was a little worried." She smiled gently, her plumed tail rising to wave gently. "Hello, Sairin. I'm from the Pridelands, originally. But I roam alot as the dance's steps lead me onwards. Do you live around here?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 4:39 pm
"I do." The lion's tail flicked slightly as he blinked. Dance? Whatever.
"What are the Pridelands?"
Indeed, his mother hadn't spoken with him of such things. Then again, he was still very young.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 10:49 pm
The wolfess smiled as she tilted her head, mint green eyes friendly. "Its a place, Sairin. A large pride of lions live there, as well as lots of other animals too. Its where I was born, and where I go when the dance releases me for a time." Tuta's ears swiveled as she spoke, always attentive to her surroundings. As a long hunter, she struggled to be aware at all times. It got her food, where inattentiveness got her an empty belly.
The black female studied the cub, many questions rolling through her thoughts though she voiced none of them. Then on thought in particular occured to her. This cub was very young, barely old enough to leave his mother's side. So... there must be a lioness around here... And she'd come looking for him. A little shiver swept through her as she suddenly darted glances around, her fluffy tail tucking between her legs. What if she thought Tuta was attacking her cub? The wolf didn't want to court a fight with a lioness. "Where is your mother, little one?" She asked timidly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 9:24 am
"Away. Hunting, I think." Sairin was intrigued by this story of a pride. More lions? The only lions he knew of where his mother, and siblings. The cub tilted his head curiously.
"Are there many lions? I've only seen Mother and my siblings. And what are you?"
As refined as Sairin tried to me, his cub-ness was showing, and his small tail flicked back and forth curiously. What was this creature anyway?
"What kind of animals occupy these Pridelands you speak of?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 11, 2006 7:52 pm
Tuta smiled gently, little relieved by the news that his mother was hunting. The lioness could still return at anytime, and with the perverse way the dance ran sometimes, it could very well be at the very worst moment. Better to keep her guard up, just in case. She tilted her head curiously at the questions, her tail sweeping the ground behind where she sat. "Well... yes, there are a lot of lions. The pride is a very large one, because its so peaceful. All kinds of animals live in the Pridelands, not just lions. Creatures like me live there. I'm a maned wolf." She straightened proudly, her ears perking forward as she wagged harder.
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Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2006 9:59 am
Both ears pricked forward at this news, and the cub blinked, unable to hide his suprise, despite his own wishes. More lions? Peaceful? Other animals?
....Perhaps even a place he could take his mother? Sairin purred a breif moment quietly, then smiled at the maned wolf.
"This place sounds so much different from this mountain."
Indeed, the small cub had never seen another lion before in his life. The idea was beginning to catch his curiousity.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 2:37 pm
The plume of the female's tail waved delicately, fanning the air behind her. A smile pulled at her muzzle as she thought back to her homeland, and her mint eyes seemed far away. "Oh, the Pridelands are much, much different. There are hills there, but no mountains like these. There are trees scattered far apart, and bushes, and a few rivers and streams. There is a gorge, a deep cut in the earth, to the northern end." She sighed happily, her jaws gaping to let her long tongue loll out of her fanged mouth.
Front paws moved restlessly on the ground, patting at it in a rythmn only she heard and understood. The dance was making her paws feel strange, unable to keep them still. "Its probably my favorite place in the world... that I've seen, any way. Its lush and good to live in, and the lion pride is a peacful one so there is no worries of being attacked by them."
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 3:34 pm
"Rivers? Grass?" He tilted his head a bit, youthful curiosity getting the better of him.
"Peace..."
Hmmm. He didn't know much, but these places indeed seemed to be very good indeed.
"Is it very far?"
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