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 Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:53 pm
 A lion shuddered in an alcove, the rain beating down on the thin roof over his head. His tremors were not so much brought on by how cold and wet he was, and how he'd scarcely eaten over the past few days. No, instead fear wracked his bones and shook him to the core. Thunder cracked through the sky and dirt clods fell from the ceiling. Wamepotea feared that there would be a cave-in on his makeshift den. Really, it was more of a dent in a wall that offered just enough depth for the lion to press his body to the back wall and stay mostly dry. Lightning touched down what seemed just a half mile from where he stood. He clenched his eyes shut and his teal ears laid flat against his head. It was not an unfamiliar position for this male to be in. For whatever reason, another lion, Khonvoum, had decided to make it his life's work to hunt Wamepotea. He'd been caught on several occasions, and Wame wasn't quite sure how long he'd been hunted before his pursuer made the first contact. He had been roughed up several times, almost to death, but Khonvoum always stopped just short. Wamepotea sometimes woke up days later, completely robbed of the sense of how much time had passed and where he was. Each crack of thunder, he felt, was an ominous warning that his stalker was closing in…
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:55 pm
 Instead, the only lion about to cross Wamepotea's path was a blue and pink and purple lion. He bore no similarities to Khonvoum in looks or personality, and least of all, in his desire to psychologically torment another lion. Rather, he was quite nervous, too, but merely due to the storm. This wasn't his first rainy season, and he'd seen grasslands set ablaze by a rogue lightning strike, trees felled by winds and rain, and more. From a distance, he spotted the place where Wamepotea was hiding. A close lightning strike sent him running in the direction. There was another shallow divot close to Wame's in which Serru pressed his own body. The two exchanged glances and Serru gave the brown lion a fatigued smile. "This weather, huh?" Strange. The other lion looked as though he was about to faint…
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:56 pm
Wamepotea's eyes grew wide with fear as a lion came into view and then took to running towards him. His feet pedaled backwards, almost as though he was trying to become one with the rock that pressed in resistance against his back. But the blue lion didn't make any assault, instead he just assumed a similar position in another shallow den. He almost thought he was going to pass out from how big and bad of a fright he'd just been given… But he didn't. Slowly, and after a long pause, all he managed was to nod. "Uhh.. yeah."
Serru gave the lion a weird look. Thunder rolled and cracked right above their heads but he did not flinch, not now that the had something over his head for protection. He raised his eyebrow and shrugged, before turning the motion into an effort to shake all of the water he'd accrued off of his body and back. Water flew off of him wildly, but when he was done, he was still sopping wet. The lion groaned and gave it a rest. He felt like he'd never be dry again. The wind blew sheets of rain into their hide outs and he winced and grimaced. "Uh, I'm Serru." He bobbed his head, "nice to meet you."
He figured he'd make the best out of the situation and at least try to be civil. The other male was in no way a threat to the robust and brave Serru.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 7:58 pm
Wamepotea swallowed hard. "Uhh…" he stammered, and it was only made worse by the thunder that made him shrink back against the wall.
"Wamepotea. N-Nice to meet you Serru, though I wish it was under better circumstances."
He tried to calm himself down, but he was shivering now more from the experience of being wet and cold, coupled with the wind, instead of fear. If Khonvoum showed up now, surely Serru would help him, right? He seemed polite enough and he wouldn't just stand idly by watching him get beat to near-death by Khonvoum, right? That's just what any decent lion would do, right? Wame's ears flicked back against his head and he squeezed his eyes shut against another sheet of rain.
Serru forced a smile, but then also squinted his eyes against the same sheet of rain. They were now brothers-in-arms against the storm. "Do you come from a pride, Wamepotea?" Serru's tactic was to keep small-talk going to take their minds off of the storm.
Wame shook his head. "Oh, you can just call me Wame. Do you, Serru?" Despite his growing sense of calm at his companion's presence, his muscles still felt stretched to the point where they'd snap, almost. His facial expression was sad and tense, too, but that was more a product of habit, it was stuck that way. Also the rain battering him didn't help.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2013 8:00 pm
Serru shook his head. "I can't see myself ever settling down." He made himself laugh. No, a pride would never suit him. He was too carefree and too self-centered to work for the better of a pride rather than be altruistic for the sake of common good. Also, if he continued his habits of sleeping with lionesses as he had here in the rogue lands, he figured most prides would frown upon that. He didn't think he'd fathered any lions (little did he know, he had grown leopon children running around somewhere) and he sort of wanted to keep it that way. He didn't want to be filling up a pride with his genes, anyway. Wamepotea nodded in agreement. However, his reasons for not joining a pride were far different. He kept up conversation with Serru, and slowly, but surely, the rain began to let up. Both of the lions began to ache, not from their company, but from the uncomfortable positions they were holding to keep in their makeshift dens. When the frightening storm turned into soft showers, they exchanged goodbyes and well-wishes, and parted ways. the end
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