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 Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 5:04 am
 Patrol, patrol, patrol. Kichaa'noga loved her job as a Scout. She got to go beyond the pride borders, bring back information to her clan, meet interesting people and even try to talk others into joining her pride. It was the most rewarding and fulfilling things Kichaa had ever done in her life. If her mother could see her now, she would be proud of the contributions of her daughter. Her very, very red daughter.
Kichaa was on her way back inside the pride when she caught a whiff of two lions who she did not recognize. She had been out longer than she had wanted to be this stint, so they could very well be new people joining who she had not met yet. On the other hand, they could be intruders and it would be in the best interest of everyone if she were to check them out and make sure they weren't a threat.
Taking her time, she crawled along the terrain following the scent. She only hoped she was down wind of them so they wouldn't spot her so quickly. She was one of the brightest members of the pride, after all, so being stealthy was kind of hard against the earthy backdrop of her home.
Also, her pouch around her neck was filled with shiny rocks so they kind of jingled every time she moved.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 7:30 pm
Nadhir's visions had been getting stronger the closer they had gotten to this place, but just under an hour ago they had begun to taper off. He was near. Near to what he did not know, but it mattered little. He and Vijaya had been through so much, it made him regret leaving home in some ways. But if he hadn't left home he never would have met her, or even if he had he wouldn't have wanted her brought into that life.
No, this was better, even if the journey had left him half crippled. Where his right eye had been was now a gash, slowly healing but obvious to all who saw it that the sight was beyond recovery. He had tried to save it with mixtures he had learned from the pride's healers, but either his skills were poor or it was too far gone. Now the side was permeated with continuous swirls, half visions that seemed to catalog both past and future. It was unnerving, but something he would have to live with.
His left leg was almost worse, that he wasn't sure he could adapt to. Where previously he had been fast and muscled now a crushed and twisted mess remained, the muscle wasted off from disuse. He tried to set it to the gorund but each time he did it sent a shock of pain so strong he felt as if he might faint. He couldn't do that, not when they needed so desperately to stay. He'd have to look strong, useful. Somehow.
For a moment he thought his visions had overtaken him again and he paused, had he seen red? No, not simply red. Something familiar, but that couldn't be possible.
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