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 Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 6:25 pm
Imre stretched across the dirt. He was rather comfortable at the moment. The girls were off doing their own thing for a bit, and Atilla was likely following them, flirting and other things that Atilla would do.
It wasn’t that Imre didn’t enjoy the company of everyone, he did really. The dark male lion liked the days where he didn’t have to watch his brother-mate every second to stop him from getting into trouble. Atilla was quite good at that, but that was what Imre was for. He would be the one to get him out of trouble whenever he needed it.
Rolling onto his back, Imre thought of their little harem they had gotten together. In such a short time they had gotten four females to be with them, to become one with their lifestyle. Imre didn’t think it be possible for those who were not of blood from his and Atilla’s old pride to enjoy such the way of life, but they had. Enjoying this time and thoughts, the large lion began to purr quietly. Content he was.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 2:54 pm
She was still new to these lands, having met a lion named, Shy not too long ago and deciding that maybe a break in the pride lands would be a decent idea. There were many lions to be hand and all seemed rather eager as well. After splitting ways from the two boys Atilla and Imre she has been less than lucky.
She was just floating about the area now, having took her leave from the mated couple she had recently enjoyed the night with. The sun was beautiful, the breeze enjoyable... but she needed to hunt. Not the type of hunt for food however, that was easy to nab. No... she wanted something else.
It was the blonde mane that first caught her eyes. It felt similar to her for some reason. However, as she moved closer she came to notice the dark pelt as well.
It can't be... can it?
Smirking at the thought of running into the boys again after the split, the flirtatious lioness moved closer until she was within pouncing distance. Then with a sudden sweeping motion the lioness took to the air, hoping to land in front or at least on Imre.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 3:14 pm
Imre’s eyes shot opened as he felt a mass land on him. He made an ‘omphed’ noise, a slight snarl rising from his maw. He bit it down, but the sneer on his face remained until his eyes settled on who exactly decided that this time to pounce on him.
The body wasn’t heavy like Atilla’s, so he knew the male wasn’t there. His blue eyes showed a state of surprise as they settled upon the form of Votla.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” the male called out to above.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were following Atilla and I.” Maybe she had been, Imre didn’t know. The two departed from the female early the next morning after they met, and it had been a while since they really seen each other.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 9:28 am
Deciding to ignore the horrible expression that now plagued the blonde-maned lion. Votla continued to grin, poking his nose with her own before rolling off of him. She was glad it had been who she thought it was, otherwise attempting to dig out of the awkward situation would have been hard.
"The pleasure is all mine Imre." Grinning at him she took a moment to scan the area for his partner in crime. However, coming up short she looked back at him, a question on her face. However his comment caused her pride to rise.
"I could say the same for you, Imre." Laughing afterword she paused briefly before continuing, "Speaking of which, Atilla is not with you?"
That seemed unheard of, it was one of those situations where if there was one, the other was near. Like light and shadow. Yet, there Imre lay by himself.
"Don't tell me you two got into a spiff."
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:37 pm
Imre shook his head.
“No.” Although the two lions were seemingly inseparable, the two found themselves on occasion away from each other for a while. It didn’t mean they hated each other, rather when the two did ‘reunite’, their time together was much more joyous.
If Atilla didn’t realize this, Imre certainly did. Even if it was a one-sided feeling, the darker lion took it and ran.
“Atilla is just being Atilla,” which meant lazing around, flirting with the ladies, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. It dawned on Imre that Votla probably didn’t know what that meant, but he refrained from explaining much of it.
“What brings you this way?” Perhaps Votla was indeed following the two boys.
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