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 Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 12:51 pm
Mahiris ivory body lay against the dry grass, deep in thought. The chocolate color that coated his fur gave him the appearence of a lion that had spent too much time wading in the mud. His eyes were a shocking scarlet colour and at this moment focused on the ground.
It was time to do it. He'd spent too much time thinking about it and finally he would fine Malaika and go after Bakhti. The last time he'd come to this conclusion he'd looked up and found a god gliding through the sky and was generally too awestruck to continue on his way, and gave his problem more thought.
He stood up, transferring his weight onto all fours with a thud.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 7:28 am
Ta'Ziyan found himself wandering slowly through the grasses, his stomach satisfied from a late meal not to long ago. As his copper form moved with slow precision, his eyes laid down upon a lion not too far away. The white fur was an eyesoar against the soft grasses, though it was not something that made the male turn away. Instead, it was something that caused him to get more interest, and move closer still.
Possibly, it would be another pridelander, and one Ta'Ziyan could meet and get along with. He was enjoying his time getting to know his neighbors, his family. Now, this was another chance and one for the taking, he couldn't pass it up as the moment was right. So, moving just within hearing, he let out a soft greeting of 'hello' and paused his steps, a warm smile across his maw as he waited to see the personality of the one before him.
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