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 Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 1:15 pm
Abrafo padded through the veil of leaves as he surrounded his old home. He came around to the piece of jungle that met with the demon's border and halted, pondering going further or leaving with his balls intact.
It had been a few days since he left his pridal lands for this last journey and still, after spending many moons in his old haunting place he still hadn't found that slimy little b***h. Her scent wasn't even on anything! Once Abrafo had seen one of her brats, but after a little digging around, he found that her scent was even missing from them. Either she was holed up somewhere in fear, or she bailed out.
Frowning, he looked out into the trees. "That'd be about it," he murmured. "Call me the traitor, then leave yourself. I can only hope that something ate you." Gods-what a waste! This whole trip had been for nothing and he was starving.
The hulking mass of a lion swiped his paw into the dirt as he gave out an angry roar.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 11:36 am
 Umlindi had taken to circling the edges of the pride for the last little while, scanning the horizons and considering her best course of action. Ensaring a male was not likely to be as easy or simple as some seemed to brag about... most rogues tended to shy away from this land now that word had spread of the demons. And a good thing too, she thought, for that meant only the ones who followed the same path approached.
Prey was more plentiful out along the borders, however, as the herds tended to gather away from pridal cores and Umlindi had managed to snag a young antelope for herself when she heard the challenging roar of an angry lion. Glancing up, she tilted her head and answered in kind, a hint of curiosity running in her velveteen voice.
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Posted: Thu Sep 03, 2009 6:45 pm
He hadn't honestly been expecting a reply. It startled Abrafo to know that he was close enough to another to be heard. The lion also hadn't been meaning to approach the stranger, merely to pass by when he smelt the antelope corpse. Scavenging was beneath him in all forms, but it was..appealing.
Branches snapped under his heavy burder as he purposefully made his coordinates aware to the other. If it just so happened to be a pridal lion, on either side, really, he didn't want to be attacked for stepping on any toes. Not that he wouldn't welcome a fight. Abrafo was just pissed off enough to see that as a good thing.
When he pocked his way out of the greenery, he raised his brow. Had he been spending so much time around those damn hybrids to the point where he couldn't even recognize the sex of another lion through scent?
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