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 Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 8:41 pm
Samawati was in a foul mood, frantically pacing in the den, a heavy limp the most obvious sign that his encounter with hyenas had left at least one serious injury on the adolescent. One of the many visible ones for there were wounds that were invisible to the eyes but that were of great pain to the yellow lion. Waridi. Waridi. Waridi. The name was repeated in his mind as heavy paws kept taking him from one spot to the next with his head lowered, a perpetual growl rumbling in his chest, loud rumbling breaths ruffling the long hairs that feel over his eyes and nose.
He couldn’t think. He couldn’t eat. He couldn’t – and wouldn’t! - hold a conversation with anyone. The longest he’d spoken had been with another adolescent, Akairo, a red lion slightly older than himself that Samawati and his brother had met before and Akairo had told him he was going to fight in the war. No! It was his job, his duty, his revenge! He should be right there at the front lines! He should be the one fighting for the safe haven, fighting against those treacherous beasts who had taken Hima and killed Waridi. He roared in frenzy, looking at the entrance to see if he was still being watched by some of the older lions of the pride. His frustration kept rising as the blue-eyed lion was reaching his limit.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 2:11 pm
Tungiza had been sleeping quite soundly when Samawati began raising a din nearby. He dimly remembered that the youth had helped him back here to rest after he'd collapsed. Just how long had he been sleeping?
Still groggy he pulled himself to his feet and wobbled over to the neighboring den. There wasn't much going through his mind besides calming the clear and understandable suffering the golden youth was going though right then. The events of earlier that day hadn't fully come back to him yet. The bits that had were mixed, muddled, and easily confused with the vision he'd witnessed.
In a bout of bad timing he reached the entrance to Samawati's den just as his young friend looked out to see if there were any still left guarding him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 9:10 pm
Samawati froze, wide-eyed as a new shape emerged right in front of him. He recognized Tungiza at once. He was finally awake, apparently.
“Tungiza… what happened to you? Are you alri-…?” Though concern was his instinctive response, the yellow adolescent snarled abruptly, eyes fixed on the mouth of the den. Tungiza was fine. He was standing. His brother wasn’t even breathing. Those kind of questions were trivial and his own words angered him greatly. He took a few painful steps towards the leader of his travelling group, his limp growing worse with each step. “Talk to them Tungiza! I am fine! I’m alive. I need to go fight with the others. This is our fight! MY FIGHT!”
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