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 Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 6:56 pm
Februus' thickened mane flowed with the wind, today it was strong. Bringing in all sorts of scents. Zebra, gazelle and even some hyena scents. None would follow him though, they never would. He hadn't been bothered by a predator since he was born, they said it was an aura thing but he believed it was the nature of how he was made.
...Indeed thats what he had thought.
Though now he was trying to relinquish his bitterness and hatred he had for his beginning. After all hadn't his sister? Perhaps he could be just as charming as his grandfather, who had charmed himself into many ladie's hearts. Though he didn't just leave them, he knew he still cared for all of them. Februus didn't understand how. He didn't know what love nor lust was. He was always distant in that field and thats how he wished it to remain.
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 5:03 pm
Round, round, round she goes...
Dakisria shook herself from the deep, shadowy nature of her thoughts, once more becomming aware of the world around her. The pleasing blanket of night had left her long ago, and much of the day had burned away while she roamed the catacombs of her mind... Even now time wasted toward eternity, the sun's setting a slow, onerous task it accepted only because it had no other choice.
Soon, the Moon Lioness would pace across the sky in all her glory once more.
Dakisira stood, not much caring what time of day it was, what she hunted, where she was... She didn't care what the lions of this land thought of her, if they knew who or what she truly was, if they feared her. None of it really mattered...
Nothing, really mattered, not anymore...
With a flick of her tail she began pacing -in no particular direction- covering ground -with no particular destination in mind. She had no idea how long she would be able to walk before the impulse to meditate overwhelmed her, but when it did, she would find the shade of an acacia, and roam into the ever-twilight realm, the world of waking dreams.
"And where I stop, nobody knows..."
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