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 Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 10:04 pm
Imara was a proud lioness, perhaps too much for her own good, she was a daughter of a warrior, a follower and believer in Mrost, except with everything she was, she had faults, and she refused to address them. She was not the strongest being in the savanna, nor the prideands, she assumed, but was unable to believe. She was a lioness, and a male of greater size could overpower her, which in fact, she feared, but she came to respect, thus making her always strive for better.
Strive for perfection.
Even still,s he was alone, and in trial with her own thoughts of to stay or go. Find her purpose elsewhere or believe it still remained here in the pridelands, family, friends, lack their of of both. Distance kept her from them, yet distance seemed not enough to make her leave, or chooce of what to do with herself, her life, her strength.
For now, she was arrogant, proud of ehrself, and believed she was everything she only dreamt of.
She needed to be knocked down.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 10:27 pm
Ru shou stalked through where he used to call home. His long, stocky body parted tall grass he had definitely though had been taller. It had been quite some time since he'd been in his former home, choosing to leave when his siblings did. It had been the first real decision he'd made on his own. Without his sister's guidance, he'd had to become more independent.
His massive size had helped do just that. Nothing bothered him even when he only had the wimpy half mane he used to sport. He'd kept himself out of fights until his mane had grown fully around his neck. His small den of a home had grown flea ridden and crowded. Parasites of all shapes and sizes had used it to come out of the rain and had made it a death trap for his skin. The constant itching had driven him away from such a place.
This had brought him into the world of rivalry and bachelors. He wanted nothing to do with it but anyone who say a large male strolling through their territory was bound to lash out.
Shou still had scars from previous territorial battles that he thought were too useless to finish. He wasn't weak, he just didn't see the need to fight for land.
That ideal had led him back to a familiar place. On where he didn't have to put so much effort in living. If they recognized him that is.
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