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 Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 5:48 pm
 Lennox was all about the adventure he was now undertaking as an adolescent. He was supposed to be out on his naming quest, finding who he really was, but all he could think about was how much brighter the stars were outside the pride, and how the mud felt really different against his toes and fur. Not to mention... how much he missed his Mom and Dad.
He hadn't seen them in several days now and he almost wanted to run back as quickly as he could to the pride, to make up a name so he could see his family once again. He knew in his heart that his plan wouldn't do, and he'd be laughed at or probably punished by the Gods so he stayed out in the Rogue Lands. Searching for his new name, and maybe a new face to bring back with him.
"...There's no mud around here," Lennox said to himself, looking around. He had found a dry patch in the land that held no water and very little grass. The dirt was dry and crumbling, not at all wet and soft as his home. It was sad.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 6:09 pm
 She had only been out of the pride since the night before, and already her creamy color fur was plastered gray from the dirt and dust of the roguelands. She sighed inwardly, “so, this is the rogue life huh?” Sky blue eyes scanned the area; sometimes she thought that her cousin Suoh had followed her, but she had never seen him during the beginning of this journey. No flicker of black pelt, no shimmer of silver mane, nothing.
A shadow of gray caught her attention as she looked towards it. Another lion? She had already met up with other felines that she did not have such a pleasant experience with, but Otea would give everyone a chance. She was brought up in pride where they trust just about everyone. After all, the pride was just a big family, it was hard not to.
She trotted along towards the male, (at least, from where she was standing she assumed male by small mane that had started to grow). The grass crunched under her paws, desperately seeking water for itself.
“Hello!” she greeted as she neared the male.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 6:07 am
Lennox's head whipped around at the voice that came out from the distance revealing his subconscious nervousness. He spotted a light colored female in the distance who was approach him quickly and leaning towards old habits he ducked down and made himself smaller looking like when he was a cub. She was a stranger, and normally he was all for making strangers into friends, but he had to be extra cautious out here. It wasn't home, he didn't have the Goddess watching over him. Harm could come to him.
"H-hello!" Lennox said, giving the light colored female a feeble smile as she approached him.
Lennox looked over her carefully as she came closer. She was two different light cream colors, and the brightest thing on her was her eyes, which looked like a bright teal color. She had a really pink nose. She didn't seem all that threatening, possibly even outgoing and friendly. Well, she hoped she was.
"You're so light..." He muttered to him.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 5:18 pm
Her ears flickered when she heard his last comment. She took a moment to glance down at herself. Even though her pelt was covered in a light shade of dirt, one could still tell the lightness to it. She flashed the male another smile. “I guess I am, aren’t I?” She giggled. In fact, she was the oddball out of the litter. Even her sister that would be considered a more ‘closely’ related color was at least 3 shades darker. Otea didn’t really care about the color of her pelt; it made her stick out more if anything. As a small cub, she loved the attention.
“Are you a rogue?” She asked, shifting her blue eyes towards him. How silly of a question that would be. Of course he is a rogue! He was out here in the southlands…but then again, Otea was technically still a part of the pride (as long as Suoh had any say in it), and she was out here on her own. “Or are you just out here looking for adventure like I am?”
“My name’s Otea!” She introduced, taking a moment to circle the smaller lion. “I’m from the Pridelands,” the pale lioness stated.
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