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 Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 6:41 pm
The morning air was cool as the blue mass walked soundlessly through the tall grass. His fire-maned head was held high as his narrowed eyes took in the slowly lightening planes. Hunter... The meaning of his name came to his thoughts once again. The Gods had granted him this name for a reason. He was to rule things, take down those who were inferior. He was the unbeatable. The hunter was neaver hunted.
Scanning the plains once more he lingered on a few key places. A watering hole, a couple trees... there was a rock over there. Always taking in the pictures, they were references for later. There had to be something here that needed commanding. Without a pride to lead, although to pride was good enough for him... he had nothing to do. "How odd..." Gahiji mumbled to himself as he prowled closer to the trees.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 3:55 pm
 The early bird gets the best perch. Because they got there first. And her, even if she didn't, she got dibs. Because she was above the rest. Nimia, a lioness with a limitless pride in herself. Of her beauty, of her guts, of her will, and, on top of it all, her freedom to do whatever the hell she wanted. And now, what Nimia wanted was a spot toclaim as hers, her little corner. Hers only, that is. She'd made many prospects as to where it should be, and after much ponderation and trips from one area to the other, this one she had found to suit her best. No annoying prides in a decent radius, water nearby and you could almost trip on food. Not to mention a lovely shade and a rock to catch some sun whenever she felt like it. And the night had been quite pleasant, with no annoying hyenas or leopards prowling around needlessly. With a yawn, Nimia rose to her paws, her brown fur mingling with the tree she'd laid under as her spine stretched delightfully. How good it was to be alone... or so she thought she was...
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 7:54 pm
As Gahiji's gaze traveled the second time he focused on the body that was slowly rising from the shade of the tree he had taken note of. Stopping for the briefest second he watched, analyzing her and the situation. Figuring that he was the male, and the dominant figure, he continued his treck now towards the water. He held his head high and refused to make eye contact with her. If she found a problem with him... -she- could come to him.
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