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 Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 3:08 pm
Nisija was hiding. In the sand. Again. Buried up to her neck in the sand, though very loosely covered, she had her head pressed lowed in the fine granules. She was well aware she probably looked crazy, but it was fine. She didn't mind the pride people whispering about her. She just wanted to noise inside her head to stop and sand used to do that.
Not anymore, but it was a mild comfort still, so she hide, and closed her eyes, and prayed for the monsters not to get her.
She had been out collecting ingredients for her potions, but a monster had been stalking her, keeping just out of sight but she knew he was there! She knew it! So she was hiding, waiting for him to go.
She hated these monsters. If only they would disappear forever...
Rennekae So sorry about my delay. Do you still want to continue this? <3
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 6:56 pm
 Another day scouting through the jungle had brought Dhoru a successful haul of treasures for the pride's crafters. In his trusty "pouch" - it was really only a large, roughly square piece of buffalo hide that Dhoru held by the corners - he carried seven mismatched bones that were in decent shape, five pristine crane feathers and a pawful of plants that could also be used by the alchemists; but the item he was most proud of was a rather large chunk of sapphire, about the size of one of his ears. He had found the thing at the bottom of a river when he stopped to take a drink, rounded and smoothed by the constantly moving water to resemble an egg. He planned to keep this find for himself, at least for a little while.
On his way to his den to stash the sapphire-egg before dropping off the rest of his items to the crafters, he veered suddenly and decided to visit the beach on a whim. It had been such a good day for him, maybe he could find even more stuff! What he found there was not at all what he expected - a brightly colored lioness who had somehow become buried in the sand. Not at all surprised by odd happenings in the pride - when you're raised in a pride gripped by insanity, you get used to pretty much anything - he thought it would be best to make sure the lioness wasn't injured or frightened. Padding over, he cleared his throat and asked,
"Are you alright, there?", his voice muffled by the pouch he still held in his jaws. Venturing closer, he set down his pouch a couple of pawsteps away and lowered his head until it was level with her's. Looking into her eyes with innocent curiosity, he pressed, "Do you need some help?"Velveteen Angel Yeah, of course! It's not a problem at all. c:
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