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 Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 6:50 am
The second straight day of driving rain, and the large green lion was starting to loose sanity. After walking what seemed like miserable hours, the pair of creatures had escaped the flat lands of plain in form of a large and twisted babosa tree. Water starved from the past months of dry weather, what leaves were left on the tree seemed patchy at best, leaving the majority of the rain to fall upon the heads of the tree’s occupants in silence.
He really was too big for the tree limbs, even on a great tree such as this. It took two of them to hold him correctly, and now wet with water he had to dig his claws into the wood in order to keep him from sliding. It was causing a bitter strain on the tendons in his knuckles, and it certainly didn’t help that his already curly mane had now been pressed to such an extent on his face that it looked like a dilapidated wig. For a while he had been making staunch efforts to clear the hair from his eyes, but now the green slumped across the red orbs like curtains, and the only sign that he was still awake was the twitching of his long tail.
The white female faired better in the rain- although this was largely because to some extent the goddess-incognito was able to tune the entire world out and focus on more baser actions. She had fallen out of the tree about an hour ago, and lay stretched beneath it, despite the fact that puddles were forming. Every now and then Phib leaned down to see how it faired down below.
"I think it's dryer up here." He spoke tartly, eyeing the puddles. It was almost unfathonable that she manage to keep herself clean, even in the mud.
The white lady rose her head, the golden points of her shoulders shifting in her movements. "Hm?" Améh spoke. "Oh--Well. It is wet." She admitted, and eyed the swirling water beneath her.
At least the plants did well. It probably had been a while since they had seen such a downpour.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 7:13 am
Kizamaji padded through the falling dropletts of liquid, that never seemed to stop falling. He rolled his eyes, and then fleed to the nearest tree, to cover himself from the rain. He just stared into the distance, watching the land he called home, become flooded with this ... ... water. He snorted with disgust and backed up against the tree, since he feared getting wet, too wet.
"Oh shut up, dear. It's only rain. Take a break." Miamba trailed in slowly behind him, grinning. "We're too far from the den to make a run for it back, since your too afraid, Kiza." The female stuck her tounge out at her son, and then sat quietly beside him. "It's been ages since the Pridelands has had any rain. You should be grateful."
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 8:08 am
The old lion lifted his head and swayed the ends of his ears, catching sight of a sudden blue streak darting from what looked like endless flatness. It wasn’t too surprising to see another pair of lions- although it was unexpected to see them in midst of quite the storm. Fearing vanity, the brute shook his head to clear it of some of the mopping water, but if it made any change in his hair it was unnoticeable.
The pale female who had been stretched below the tree turned her expression, following the train of her mate’s bright eyes. A male and a female- and they seemed perhaps about as wet and disparing as they were. Impishly, she rose to her feet and curved around the tree, her wide eyes gleaming at the sight of the mother and son. What a nice boy to walk with his mother!
“Hello there-“ The small female spoke, her voice soft. The end of her tail gently swayed in the movement, and she leaned her right shoulder against the smooth bark of the tree. “Quite a raining! You are well, yes?” She added as an afterthought, suddenly looking intent.
Phib really had no interests in conversing, particularly since the last time he had it had ended in a rather pointless brawl. Although the kids had not made too much damage upon the old brute, Hakan had scraped his shoulders up a bit. They were now raw and sore, and as he descended from the tree they stung.
Wet and dampened, he looked rather comical rather then imposing; something he tried to make up for by looking disgruntled.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 3:59 pm
As they entered under the large tree, the darkness was quite suprising to Miamba. She kept close to Kizamaji, for even though she was 3 times older, she was more afraid than her scaredy daughter Siku.
"Hi there." Shooken, the older yellow female padded beside her son, and smiled. "Yeah, this rain is unbareable. Although, we need it, a lot. Pridelands hasn't seen rain in ages." She nodded, turning to the other lion. He looked different in a way, and his expression was of a sorrow one. She gazed at him, in a sense of curiousity.
"Is something wrong?" She looked soo innocent, just questioning the green male.
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