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 Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2012 11:32 pm
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He could have easily spent his days in comfort, something Domevlo had never thought he'd have available to him, but once you got used to one way of life, it was hard to change. Domevlo continued to act as guardian and protector of the swamps and those who resided there-in.
Things were a lot more peaceful after Mysmyr's demise, and for all the heartache the memory of that time held for some, the pride was flourishing. Every day it seemed showed a new face, a new name, to protect. Life in the swamp was good. Had meed good to him for more than a year now.
It was a life Domevlo never thought he would have. Sometimes he was still shocked by it all. Sometime he thought it was all just a dream. He cherished it all, though, and that was why he would do whatever it took to protect the pride. It was equal parts selflessness and selfishness. He wanted things to stay this way, to hold on to this peace and acceptance - and he'd do anything to keep it so.
And then there was Mono. More so than the ability to live a luxurious life, he had never in his wildest dreams thought he would find anyone who could love him. Long before coming here he'd hoped and prayed for the love and acceptance of another, but deep inside he had never expected to receive it. For the longest time he was not sure how to reciprocate something he had never felt, yet had longed to have for so long.
Time was a gentle teacher. One just had to be patient. He feared he'd tried Mono's patience a bit too much sometimes.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 12:12 am
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As kind as she was, Mono had her own agenda and often spent time outside of the pride; she didn't venture off to live some sort of double life, no, it wasn't anything extreme - at times she just... needed to get away from it all. Stress from her own inner struggles; things that haunted her, things she kept close to her heart. Private things.
She never wanted to bother anyone with her woes, being the loving lioness that she was, but she also tried to balance out her mental block with her normal life and relationships. Most of all her relationship with Domevlo, whom she respectfully was calling her mate now.
They have spent a lot of time together after all, and had gone through some pretty intense situations. Regardless, she loved him as much as she possibly could - she just hoped that someday she would be able to open up to him, the one lion she wanted to trust above all else.
With a deep yawn the dark lioness stood up, her digits wiggling as she flexed each claw. Today was a new day, today she put on her smile to face the sun.
"Domevlo?" She called out. He promised her some one on one time today.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 12:25 am
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A past and secrets pertaining to said past were things that both had kept silently tucked away from one another. Domevlo you could at least tell had a deep dark secret past. Mono, on the other hand...well, initially he would have never guessed. But time also let one pick up on little things. However he knew what it was like to try and keep the past hidden, and so he'd never pried her for information. He'd rather her give it to him on her own time.
He did often worry about her when she'd leave the swamp lands. Greatly, in fact. He still viewed the world outside the swamp as full of hurt, pain, and misery. As fearless as he may seem, he did have that fear.
Domevlo was seated but a few feet ahead, watching as a frog slowly made its way to a mid puddle. There were two things that struck him then - the memory of Mysmyr being turned in to a frog, and just how dry the swamp was becoming. It was worrisome, but he tried to have confidence - they did reside with the Goddess of Swamps, after all.
At the sound of his name his ears swiveled and he looked back at Mono.
"A pleasure to see you awake," he said in that voice that always seemed just as damaged as his face - stuck as a scratchy whisper that would catch and break if he tried to raise it. "Come. Sit by me."
With one large paw he tapped the ground beside him.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 8:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 8:35 pm
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"The swamp seems to be getting less...swampy, lately," He replied.
Some of the newer members of the pride, or returning pilgrims, had reported drier conditions beyond the swamp lands, and floods in other places. He hadn't cared so much so long as the swamp lands stayed the same.
"But I am sure the goddess will protect it."
There was nothing he could do about the weather, after all. Knowing he had limitations was humbling. He was a very big, very strong lion after all, and experience had granted him wisdom. He so often felt as if everything rested on his great shoulders, but to know that it didn't, and that there were others he could have faith in... Yes, it was very humbling. Not that he ever had a problem with being humble to begin with.
"Was there anything you wanted to do today?"
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