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 Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 2:49 pm
A contented sigh escaped Moja as she lay before her cavernous home in the side of a cliff. The sun was casting mirages and ripples across the desert sand as the moon rose on its heels signaling a new night, and an extreme temperature plunge. For her, it had been another successful, if not uneventful day of watching some of the pride's cubs, and already she watched them growing, and beginning to dwarf her own daughter. But under her watch, they played well, the few that were entrusted to her care, and Moja resolved to do her best.
Her own daughter tucked away to bed, she now yawned and stretched her paws, not yet ready to join her before the night's chills blanketed their home.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2009 6:16 am
Azarax stood and watched the sunset, the streaks of pastel pinks and oranges painted in the west and the darker smudges of night beginning to coat the sky in the east. A small look of expectance crossed his face as he shifted his golden eyes and fixed them upon the moon, the herald of the night and the welcome relief from the blistering heat of the day.
He had just about reached the end of the somewhat unofficial patrol that he tended to make near sunset each day. It wasn't so much the incredible sights, he often reasoned with himself, but rather the opportunity to get away, to be on his own for a while and think. Or perhaps not even to think, perhaps simply to be with himself, uninterrupted, so that he could come to terms with certains things that had transpired recently. Things that he did not allow himself to think about.
His tailed flicked as he stood there for amoment, basking in the glow of the rapidly setting sun. He swept his gaze once over the expanse of desert that lay spread out before him and, content, turned to leave.
He caught sight of the red lioness, whose coat was not quite the fiery shade of red of the Firekin of old, whose build was not quite the same. In the oncoming darkness and the slowly failing light, he realized that he had seen that dulled, grayed shade of red before. He had seen another coat that, in his eyes, was half blurred by gray. That dim red that he had seen on a cub.
He supposed he could not be too far off if he assumed the two were related. They had all the same colors, after all.
He hesitated, then decided perhaps it didn't hurt to make contact with pride members, and deviated in his path toward her.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 5:28 pm
Moja rolled her shoulders and neck listlessly as she prepared to enter into her abode and the realms of dreams, but as her head turned, she saw through the faint light a tan figure. Her expression was blank as she stared, perhaps unknowingly rude, but she was puzzled as she watched it approach. Moja sat up to welcome the visitor and pay her respects, and contented herself that he must have gotten caught in the midst of a sandstorm to acquire such a color in the lands of fire.
The lioness smiled politely in his direction, and she further wondered for what reason another lion would still be awake, and even as she did, she fought to keep another yawn stifled in the back of her throat.
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