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This event is the second of several parts, and is both an RP and a contest! It is open to all current members of the Kizingo (meaning those who joined before the insanity lifted!) AND non-lion NPCs. That means you may play things like birds or turtles or monkeys--potentially the once-muses of the pridal lions! So if you don't have a member you can still try to win! This RP will be set several days after the first Meta RP. The pride has (for the most part) remained in their lands, and have been just trying to get through the days without their muses. They have not yet begun to shift towards the gypsy-style, they are just getting used to being normal lions again. Some who have accepted things faster may be trying to help those still struggling, and the main focus of everyone's recent activities should be that they've been trying to think of ways to keep their home safe. Traps, guards, anything. Amefungwa and Shandor will call the pride together again to start discussing these options, and to decide what ways they'll implement.

The end result of this decision and the following Metas' votes has already been decided--the votes will just help the pride decide what path to take to get to that result! Sort of like a choose-your-adventure game!





Well it's a sibling of the cub from last time, so yet another little royal bundle! She looks almost exactly like her mother, but with one big difference! Take a look!




Isn't she beautiful? She is the FOURTH child of a fling between the Song Keeper (AKA Gypsy Queen) Amefungwa and a passing rogue, Pahale. The cubs were all born in secret mere days before the disappearance of Insanity and Li's arrival, almost exactly two weeks before the first RP (and about THREE weeks from this current RP!) Therefore you CAN decide to have your cub be crazy! If you decide this, please tell ShinosBee in the PM you send with the cub's name! Thank you!




Raffle Tickets
1. Tanakako
2. C.C.G.
3. Nerpin
4. Annchen
5. Doodle p***s
6. C.C.G.
7. Mogami
8. Tanakako
9. C.C.G.
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Things had calmed down in Asali`s little part of the pride. Though she was still fully aware of the change in the pride, the atmosphere now was different and alien to her. But one strange thing that seemed to be a result of the muses leaving... there were fewer small injuries for her to tend now. She supposed that since a lot of her old patients were now more aware and alert, they weren't tripping and falling over things any more, and that made her happy, but it also left her at a bit of a loose end. She had a good stock of ingredients stashed away in her den and enough pastes and poultices waiting to be used that neither gathering nor mixing were tasks that she could do right now. And with less calls to make for check-ups and less new patients seeking her out, the little healer was unneeded and at a loss as to what to do with herself.

So she had gone down onto the beach and sat at the water's edge, gazing out across the wide expanse of the ocean, hoping its calm would transfer to her somehow but thoughts and worries kept spiraling round her mind. What was going to happen now?

As the insanity lifted, Shandor was becoming more of a practical mind. He had always had a grasp on the necessary but due to his other-self, he had lacked the clarity of mind to fully act upon it. Even in his former state, he had seen that the lions here had been existing in a dazed state, their minds taken into a fantasy world of peace and nonsense. As wonderful as it must have been, the fact of the matter was that it was gone and the very thing that had plagued and protected the pride had left the lands.

He had spent the last few days patrolling the boarders with a handful of willing volunteers. Lions who had the clarity of mind to accompany him and insure that the insecure and the frightened found some comfort in knowing that their fellows were out on the boarder keeping the pride's lands secured. Even they had been doubtful. Once or twice, the story-keeper had seen the eyes of his fellows drifting skyward, their gaze searching for a goddess who may not ever return. They missed their old way of life, their old state of being, and the peace it had brought to them.

It was only a temporary measure, however. Soon the pride would need a new way. They needed structure, they needed stability, and they needed consistency. They needed change...

The lion had only just come off his shift, leaving his post to another male as he made his weary way back into the pride's territory. Heavy paws carried him over grass and sand as dull eyes scanned the lands for any signs of life. For the most part, it was a silent morning. There was a lone lioness staring at the sea- a common enough sight -and a little dot of red trudging his way.

"Amefungwa." He greeted her with a dip of his head. "All's well on the boarder. We should have a kill by nightfall for the pride. How is everyone holding up?"

A large green monitor lizard was basking in the sun on a rock. It had lived in the pride territory for as long as it could remember, but it didn't have a very good memory so that could mean years or just months. The fog that had lifted from the minds of the lions surrounding him had also had some effect on the reptile. It had been satisfied to spend time with a large red lion, eating his kill, riding on his back, but things were different now. The large lizard was wary around the large predators, and less tolerant if anyone came too close. The creature was nervous, and anyone getting too close in their search of their muse was greeted with a hiss or the whip of a tail. Things were different somehow, and all he knew was that he didn't like it.

Even though Tree wasn't directly beside the lions gathering at the shoreline, she could still hear every word uttered between them. The same winds that blew through her branches to rustle the leafs clustered on her outstretched arms also gathered the words carried in the current of the winds. Tree's had remarkable hearing. Who would have guessed?

Splotches of light which filtered through the twisting arms of Tree and her siblings, dappled the ground with patches of light. The warmth was welcomed and Tree relished in the sensation.

As for the lions... Tree awaited their little formalities to cease and for them to dive into the true subject matter of the meeting. Or... at least what she assumed was a meeting. Tree watched as the familiar faces of those of the pride begin to emerge. Trekking out toward the shore. Silently Tree pondered the feeling of sand.

The beach wasn't quite so empty now as a few lions and other creatures were starting to gather. Standing, the small healer turned to look along the sands warm amber eyes searching the shore for her friend and mate. Not spotting the huge hulking male, she bit her lip but told herself to stop being silly, he was somewhere close by as he always was. So instead she turned her attention to the slowly gathering cluster of lions. Was there new information about the pride? Knowing Ozark would want to know if there had been anything, she started towards the others, padding along quietly. She still didn't know what it think about it all, but she knew that she for certain hadn't felt settled since the goddess went missing...

Exis had been sitting on the beach, staring into the water as he plotted his future shop as a crafter and how he was to learn the craft, even what he would craft as his first project. Admittedly, it took the young male a couple minutes to snap into what was going on on the other side of the little hill in the sand, he would make an awful hunter or solider.

Finally he rose to his feet and shook the sand off of him, then he lazily walked over with his growing mane rocking back and forth over his face, that was, until he saw his mother. Immediately he straightened up his back, stood proud and tall and went to her side, quietly. As he reached her he gave her a tender affectionate nudge and dipped his head to greet her.

Enitan sat in the shadows of the commotion, she had been there for quite a while and wondered if yet anyone would notice her. This game she played with the shadows on her side and the pride being the 'other team' with the objective of staying hidden. You could say she had a bit of a social disorder, or just an overly playful solitaire cub? Time would tell, but for now, she watched attentively to the gathering crowd.