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 Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 9:09 am
Time was on his side, the morning sun had barely risen when Kiuma had ordered him out on to the hunting grounds to fill her belly, so the big yellow lug took a few moments to enjoy a bound. When alone the cu7stard yellow male rolled, played and galavanted through out the grasses, playing like a very, very large cub, he looked strange, jumping about and laughing in a childish manner but that didn't matter, while his owners didn't watch him he had a moment to do as he pleased.
This display of sillyness did not last long though as he remembered his purpose and settled in to the grass to find a herd to hunt. His own belly rumbled slightly, he had to find something big to eat today, he was rather hungry.
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Posted: Fri Oct 26, 2007 5:02 pm
Overall, it was a pretty good day. She was still hungry, and her jaw hurt like a b***h but it wasn’t too disagreeable. It did make her miss Ameh though- she hadn’t liked the girl at first, but she did a good job patching them up. Sometimes it was lonely without the troupe… but she couldn’t fathom living with them all the time. Maybe she was a masochist, she mused. She couldn’t take the happy ending. She couldn’t be content with people who cared about her. She couldn’t break herself from the life she lead, as by now, she wasn’t really sure who she was underneath all the scandal and the allure. God forbid she become boring.
Ohanna would have continued those thoughts too- when she suddenly became aware of a male running around in the grass. Instinct struck her first with paranoia- was he running from something? But when nothing showed up to explain why the male was running around, she determined him to be delirous of some sort.
Normally she wouldn’t talk to the delirious. But delirious or not, she liked what she saw. “Hey darling,” She smoothed. “What’s with all the fuss? I’m over here.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2007 1:26 am
So surprised by the voice in the grass, was the big yellow lug, that he tripped over his own fore paws, his nose met dirt with a thud and dust issued up around his elevated posterior. A dirt filled cough issued from the big male as he righted himself and peered over the grass stems meekly. Dark orange eyes shimmered in an almost frightened manner as he cleared his throat to speak. "I'm s..s..s..sorry if I di..di..disturbed you ma'am.." he stuttered, a large, very audable gulp echoeing from his mouth.
His dark mane fell over his nose then and he moved to flick it from those auburn eyes, only to pause, would this simple act be seen by the female as dissobedience? He'd already spoken out of place but she seemed to want him to approach. Unable to dissobay any female voice the large custard yellow lion slinked through the grass with his head bowed, his long mane, almost, touching the ground his head was bowed so low.
"N..n..No fuss ma'am..I uh..uhm..fun..." He grimaced then, to be found having fun when he was supposed to be hunting for his mistresses was cardinal sin, he braced himself for the clip around the ears, he deserved it, he'd done wrong.
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