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((Please note this thread is for Matamani pride members only. Though the pride is not confirmed yet I thought it might be nice for us all to be able to rp together ^-^! Please DO NOT post here unless you have been recruited as the oasis is near impossible to find without a guide.

Currant time ::

With Afu's pregnancy, Nyek has found himself feeling rather cocky and proud and has taken a brave step towards the mistweavers lands. Nyekundu is currantly not here, but he isn't too far away. He is out in the jungle with the mist weaver cub Moses. He will return soon. However feel free to rp together casually, introductions etc!

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Through the jungle, a place not often traversed by lions, accross a revine, which, though jumpable is an obsticle in itself, to the edge of the white sands. Few even know the sands are there, noone usually comes quite as far as this in to the jungle.

Accross this barren desert where the sands constantly shift covering tracks and scents there stands an oasis. It is a large oasis, one which once upon a time must have housed many men. Walls of stone lay crumbled and the ground is paved partially with cobbles. Grass grows between these stones though in the center there lies a very large pool. It has a stone step leading in to it though it is unclear where it is being fed from the water is crystal clear.

Once through the innitial old mans city of the oasis, lands stretch for a good couple of square miles. Beasts of varying sizes live on these lands and feed the pride. Some migrate others stay. Prey is bountyful, as the spring which fuels the great crystal pool keeps the grasses green. There is no need to leave the oasis for food or drink.

This is The Mtemani oasis, The home of the ambitious, the lands of Nyekundu and Afu.

Angamika stretched lazily in the shade, disconcerting silver eyes watching the female. Malika'eusi was her name, he had picked that much up; he had not spoken to many of the new younglings that Nyekendu had picked up.
"Off you go now," he spoke softly to the small snake curled lovingly around his forepaw. "Go tell your kind to keep their eyes open, as always."
Master commands, came the adoring sibilant voice as the thin snake untwined herself and slithered swiftly away.
Stretching again, his frame a lot lither and delicate, almost more feminine now he was losing his cub chubbiness, Ika strolled into the sunlight, almost unconcernedly, tail flicking lightly against his pale-marked fur.
"Afternoon, dear," he said aimably, turning those odd silver eyes to Malika.

"I'm rather finding the day to be quite delightful, Malaika'eusi." He yawned delicately, padding down to the water's edge a little way away to steal a few laps of the cool water. He looked back, his eyes mirrored and his smile happy, blinking to leave black hollows where his eyes were for a moment before coming slowly back.

"And you, dear?" A touch of amusement was in his tone; she could not be that much younger than him, but he rather liked the sound of 'sir', and inwardly he gauged carefully the reaction the pale lioness might have to him knowing her name.

"Angamika is my name, but you may call me Ika if you wish." His tone was lightly amused as he sat neatly down on the stones nearby, patterned tail wrapping elegantly around himself. "And as for your name.... the writings tell me many things."
A hint of mystery wound solemnly around his voice, and his eyes were engimatic.
"But admiring the pool? It is beautiful, is it not?" He looked across the water, the long shadows thrown by the ruins around them striping the sand and water with patches of dark and light amidst the sunshine. "You have a pretty mind, lonely as you are, pet."

"Now, now, my dear," he chided lightly. "Didn't I just tell you the answer to that question?" He turned his face towards her, the cool silver stare suddenly becoming more unearthly. "I am born of these ruins, born of the writings that wind their way around every column, every stone. I knew of Nyekendu's coming..... just as I knew of yours." His eyes flashed slightly, before he started washing one paw unconcernedly, the slightly bizarre atmosphere breaking.
"And if you can take the time to admire the beautiful surroundings we are in, then of course you have a pretty mind," And his voice was now aimiable, his face all clear smiles.

"And an innocent mind too," and Ika's voice was almost avuncular, his face still fixed in that light smile but his eyes unreadable silver mirrors. "I like you, little Malika'eusi. This place suits you." He says nothing more, the comments even more engimatic as he continues washing one paw idly*

Ika's reply is solemn, and he winks, one eye becoming startling black for a moment. "That's because you'll never meet another like me, dear." He smiled sunnily. "And don't be discouraged. Though some lions here may have seeming rough natures, I can understand them wanting to live in my ruins. Now you are here, you are indelibly a part of something."

The young one was so innocent... inwardly Ika shook his head. He knew Nyekendu, though a strong power to utilise and hide behind, did most probably not have that kinder nature she was trying to see in everything.
For that matter, did he himself even have one?

Angamika laughed lightly. "Of course it does. Tell me, Mali - may I call you Mali? - would you like to learn more about this beautiful oasis that finds itself in the middle of the harsh desert?"