[PRP] Greetings [Tasleem x Ajani]

[Rikalani]

For weeks Ajani had been dodging those who were chasing him. Whenever he thought he could stop and rest, he would catch see a figure in the distance. Figures that seemed all too familiar. So far Ajani had been fortunate to find some water wherever he was but water alone wasn't going to sustain him. And as knowledgeable as he was in what plants were safe to eat, harvesting too much would only leave a trail.

The lion began to slow his pace. It had been days since he last felt the gut-wrenching fear of the past. Peering at the horizon, the sun had just begun to dip, splashing the heavens in an array of colors. Ajani tried to take comfort in the beauty of the sky before settling down beside a growth of brushes. He told himself that he could take a short rest, that he would start up again once the full moon was at its peak as to guide him away from those who would do him harm.

Peppermint Coffee

 

[Bronze Coffee]

She had been homeless for several years now. She had little dens she stayed in here and there, but ultimately, Tasleem had no home. The female was born and bred to serve a male who was her husband, and also trained to work with other females he might take as second wives, or concubines, what have you. She was raised to have children, take care of them, and her husband, but when the pride ultimately disbanded, Tasleem found herself completely alone with no purpose.

Now the female was on autopilot. She fed herself, kept herself clean and moving, but ultimately she felt like she was wasting her life away. It wasn't that she wasn't her own lion, she was. She had to defend herself several times over the years, she wore the scars to prove it. There was just something that felt so empty in her.

The female sighed as hard as she could as she stepped out into the night and stretched herself out. Her throat was complete parched and she'd depressed herself by letting herself actually feel what she was thinking. The masked lioness crossed the short amount of tall grass and took a path to the nearest watering hole.

Trisamour