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 Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2006 4:00 pm
Why did he come back? He didn't belong here... Three black paws and one white traced familiar paths, stepped in familiar prints. A black nose set on a black and white face twitched, smelling the familiar scents. Even with the assault of the scents outside the Graveyard, Toshiro could still distinguish the scents of the bones, dust, and mist, could still make out a moving shape amid the bones and stones. Silver mane in his face, the dark lion climbed up a ridge and looked down into a secluded spot. A single geiser sat in the small area, rimmed by bone. With a bit of a purr, the male slid down the bone pile to the path that led into the cave-like space and, upon entering, lay down to bask in the eerie green glow. Here he was born, here would always be home... But he did not belong here.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 8:40 am
Ausha made his way through the graveyard, his graveyard, acutely aware that the longer time went on, the less suited he was to a position of leadership, the time was approaching when he'd have to pass on the power over this place he loved to his son, the last of his children who still remained, a lion who was very quickly surpassing him in age and strength. He'd be glad of the freedom, he secretly thought, glad to be able to go find Mchele and find a degree of contentment in his quiet life. Duhu had Amleth he knew now, he had no one, and that was something he would have to amend.
Perhaps when he found Mchele, they could go look for Dhamisa, false hope though that might be, he liked to imagine she was still alive out there.
The silvery king moved with his usual limp but with a grace possessed only by those lions who had lived in the graveyard all their lives, born and bred. He didn't notice Toshi right away, the other lion's fur affording him camoflage in the shadowy, bony land.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 4:17 pm
Shifting where he lay, green orbs looked up at the sound of another. In the eerie glow of the geiyser, the eyes seem to burn amid the black and white. He could smell the old ghostly king. But he didn't rise, not yet. He'd let Ausha come to him. Lightly, he flexed his claws, scraping them across a bone he found near by.
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