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 Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 1:42 am
 So this was it. This was the very last day that Nyana would spend here in the open savannah, the ‘rogue lands’, living her life as a free lioness without those pesky pridal restrictions. In a few weeks, for Nyana, this would all change. Tomorrow, Nyana and her sister were leaving for the mountains where they would eventually settle down, possibly for life, for life in the Aali'Makabila. It was slightly eerie, Nyana thought grimly, to leave the familiarity of the warm savannah for the harsher, colder climate up South.
Still, sometimes in life, change was needed. Otherwise, life just wouldn’t be interesting enough to be worth living. Nyana would prefer to take her own life than to spend an eternity in the shelter of her den experimenting with poisons and herbal mixtures on mice and the occasional larger, unlucky hare.
‘Actually,’ Nyana thought with a smirk, ‘Experimenting hadn't been half bad.'
But, again, change was needed. With a grin, Nyana left her den and slipped outside, parting the long grass as she went. This would, after all, be her final evening walk in this part of the savannah, and by the gods she was going to enjoy it.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2008 8:32 pm
In contrast, this was likely to be the first of many evenings that Iartuupe spent wandering about the savannah. He was out here for several reasons, actually. One was to scout out potential threats to his new pride... the other was to search for potential pride-members. Meaning, lions he believed harbored demons in their souls. He couldn't have said how he knew such things, only that he did. And the final reason was to find females that he believed were strong enough to bear demonic cubs. In which case, he planned to take said females - by force if necessary.
Tail tip swishing as he too, walked through the grass, Iar raised his head and scented the breeze... ah... there was indeed something close by. Now just to see what it was...
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 6:42 am
As a hot ripple of wind whipped through the savannah, Nyana closed her eyes and enjoyed it.
“Hmm, I’ve never really taken the time to enjoy the heat,” she chuckled, before stopping dead in her tracks. Her ears flicked back as she heard, from not too far away, a crackle of grass sound underfoot. She noticed that, ever so subtly, the scent of a stranger was drifting towards her.
“So, someone’s come out to amuse me,” she chuckled, addressing the stranger to alert them she knew of their presence, “Unless you’re just passing by, that is.”
She could use a bit of entertainment. She wasn’t going to have another conversation from a lion besides her sister for a while, after all. Now was the opportune time to have that last local natter. If the stranger... was a local, that was. If they weren't, well, what more were they but a waste of time?
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 9:27 pm
Iar paused at that, not quite frozen - but certainly a bit surprised. It wasn't often that those he was stalking detected him and then spoke to him. How very interesting...
With a low rumbling noise, he stood up from his crouch and half-glided toward the female he could now see up ahead.
"I'm not sure how ... amusing ... I might be to you," he purred, starting to slowly circle around her. "You might just amuse me even more."
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 10:20 pm
“Oh?” Nyana chuckled, her eyes glistening with humour, “Is that a challenge of some sort? What a sharp tongue you have there.”
She straightened as she noticed him come, streaking through the long grass towards her. At once, Nyana felt intrigued. The approaching lion’s mane and tip of muzzle was lined with a very vibrant reddish hue, while the rest of his fur remained a sleek black. His pelt was almost intimidating in a sense. But, Nyana knew, looks could be deceiving. He was probably just another average Savannah Joe.
“I hope you have something interesting to say,” she murmured dangerously, lips stretching into a grin, “It’s my last night here in this part of the savannah and I want to make it a memorable one. But then again,” she sighed, padding curiously closer to the male, “I hardly want any trouble. You’re just passing by, are you? Not that… it’s any of my business. I just simply enjoy making things my business, sometimes. You're not from around here, am I right?”
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 10:35 pm
Ooh, she was interesting. Iar's claws flexed just a bit, digging into the dirt, and he let out a little sound that was half growl and half purr. "Doo you now?" he asked, padding closer to her.
"If you must make things your business, perhaps you should make it your business to know just who's lands you may be trespassing on," he suggested darkly.
Not that she was TECHNICALLY on the pride's lands, but she was awfully close. Close enough for him to make such a claim, and to have reason to back it up if she wanted a fight.
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