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 Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 7:22 pm
Earthy, reddish dirt shifted softly as a warm, grey colored lion tredded his way across it. So this was the new homeland. This was where everyone had gone when they had been chased out by both the Darkfire pride and the plague. Dark, rusty, red tattoos of a very intricate nature adorned this lion's face, legs and back. Tattoo colors that typically marked a white cub. Had he really been that color before? This lion was definitely one of the pride, not just a passerby. Or at least he had been, when he was a cub. He had been enslaved, so to speak, by the Darkfire pride and kept there until his adolescence. Only a while ago had he striken out on his own to find his home. And boy had he found it.
Mwovu'Waya had left Kaure and Utwla behind to do a bit of exploring. He felt more and more comfortable as he meandered about the lands, always keeping close to the two females that had some what taken him in. Now, all that was left was to see if anything was left of his old clan. Perhaps of his siblings, or his parents, just family in general. Mwovu was just hoping to encounter someone he was familiar with, that would be ideal.
But for now, the lands seemed to be desolate. Red eyes scanned the shrubby horizon as his reddish, dust tainted paws trudged across the terrain. He kept his senes on high alert, trying to sense any sign of anyone out here.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 4:42 am
A pleasant breeze tugged the mane gently from his face as he moved, his small, stocky body now thin with days of slim pickings. He was definately not the chubby, happy cub he had once been, but he still held himself with the same pride as he always had.
His pale coloured mane contrasted deeply with his caramel coat, which was decorated with his own tattoos, the abstract smily faces telling the stories of his past when he had been with his parents. He had been the cheerful storyteller, spreading the tales that his mother had told her amongst his clan. He had been the joy to his parent's life and he would live on because fate had chosen him to do so. He would not just lay down and die, not when he - of some miracle - had been spared.
He had grieved for his parents enough and wtih Kaure and Utlwa's help he had come to realise that he would never truly be without them, not if he remembered them and kept the thought in his mind that when he died he would be with them again. It was just a matter of waiting for his time to end. However death was the last thing on his mind as he continued onwards, parched throat the only thing driving him away from his newfound friends.
His white-socked paws moved slowly across the ground, his head outstretched so that his pink nose could snuffle quietly at the air. He was searching not for life, but for water, what his nose did find was somewhat surprising however.
He was not alone.
Fear crippled his legs and for a moment he was unsure what to do, small form frozen as he tried to catch sight of whomever was around. Friend or foe he was unsure but he wasn't willing to acknowledge himself without first knowing whether it was safe to do so.((hope you don't mind me joining!))
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 4:49 pm
Us'kali padded slowly through the lands, so familiar to her, even after her sojourn into the Southlands. Her belly, heavy with cubs, swayed slightly from side to side as she moved, lending her slow walk a sort of lumbering effect. She could feel every day of her many moons on this earth, and to be honest, since she'd first realized that she was carrying new life within her, she'd found that she was getting fatigued more and more easily--far more so than she'd found the last time she'd carried cubs within her own body.
She had finally managed to find some alone time--her companions had grown more overprotective than ever as her lethargy had increased of late. In all honesty, she was grieving for the pride, who, from what she'd seen so far, had left no indication that there were any members still...alive, or carrying on their ways.
((FWEE. entar me? if I'm an intrusion, lemme know. <33333))
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 3:53 am
((*throws a lot of caution to the wind* sweatdrop ))
The wandering lioness had been hunting, she had not seen Shimlah for a while and decided to leave the young female to her own devices as she explored this amazing land.
She was still apart of her old pride, no question, she was still the life loving pridelander she was.
But seeing the world was amazing, this place was so different, so mysterious and magical...but it was so empty aswell.
Where was the cubs, the hunters, the King and Queen if they even had one?
It made the soft hearted femme worry as she ate the wildabeast she'd dragged here, for means to bathe in the sunlight while she ate.
However, as the sight and scent of different lions sparked her to attention.
Her head raised sharply, ears perked as she kept her eye's on them.
Where these pride members?
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:35 am
 Leaving her cub-bedecked guardian slumbering yet in the shade, Utlwa had wandered, wishing some time away from even that femme she so adored, wanting company of none but herself for a few moments, to wander the lands and think.
Her father's family, she prayed, awaited her somewhere within those lands reserved for her pride, and though she knew not their faces, she knew their place on her mental pedastil well indeed.
Staining her dark paws with the red earth to pass beneath them, the juvenile must have seemed, to an outsider, a strange sight indeed. Her pelt, dark as night, held a yet darker pattern over her emerald eyes, in the shape of a mask. If that were not enough to gain attention, white tattoos danced across her back and ears, describing her story as the pages that had yet been written. A birth with a single brother, far from her kin, were there inscribed, and what followed was search.
She has lost her mother and brother, or, to her mind, they had lost her, found a substitute in the form of a china-white lioness whose beauty, as much as her sweet nature, had drawn the youngster to her company, and opposites in face and mind, they had yet got on well.
She had met two young males of her pride, but was not satisfied. Until those bearing the name Galu'nadi were found, little Utlwa would feel herself very ill used by the world.[Say if you'd rather me scoot. <3]
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 5:52 pm
(( biggrin Of course I don't mind anyone joining! I was hoping to get some mass Ela RP going!))
Mwovu's own tattoo's spoke a rather complicated story. Parts of it were of pride and love, but the majority symboled the slavery he had been roped into. How he had been tied down to the Darkfire pride, kept against his will from his family and friends. And for all he knew, they were dead. Mwovu's head was laden with troubled thoughts that he had yet to work out. He wasn't sure how to feel at many times, one of his biggest problems. As the adolescent walked, he pondered. Pondered on a lot of things, trying to sort events out, but he wasn't getting close to unraveling this string of worries in his mind.
A light breeze caught the young male's attention. It carried the scents of more lions, something he truely hadn't been expecting at all. Perhaps these lands weren't as desolate as he was currently seeing.
He padded on, unsure at first, but he reassured himself that this was his home, and nothing more would harm him here. If anything, he needed to assert himself, get some questions answered, find more of his pride. At least that was why he kept telling himself.
He couldn't help but to flinch at the first sight of another male on the horizon. A tan male, as the white mane signified, far away at first, but soon grew near. Though they were still far apart, Mwovu could see the curly tattoos twisting on his back. A light smile rose to the male's maw. One of his own.
Now, his gait was a little more self assured, a little less afraid. This sureness of character only grew when he noticed yet another lion coming in his general direction. Her tattoos were a little more obvious, black and plentiful. The way this lioness walked confused Mwovu slightly, old, or injured perhaps? He'd have no way of knowing until she came closer, but if she was an older member of the pride, perhaps she'd know something.
There were two more scents in the air, Mwovu found as he tested it. One of them was Utwla, which comforted him. Though she wasn't one of the kindest characters around, it made Mwovu feel a bit better with having someone he actually knew around, and in close proximity. Mwovu turned from surveying the landscape and the lions the were starting to litter it, and set his sights on the first, and closest lion he had noticed, the tan male with the white male.
"He-hello, you"
His voice was still gruff, still under-used, and his tone still blunt. Mwovu didn't grow up to be one of casual conversations, if he had something more important than idle chitchat on his mind, that is.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:19 am
Those glassy eyes searched and found what they had been looking for. A grey bodied male with a shaggy black mane whose hide was adorned with jagged red tattoos. It were those markings now that held Ona captive and he felt unable to do anything else but stand and stare.
So there were more of them! There were!
And as the other smiled Ona'raha felt one of his own slip into place and silently he thanked whomeever had been watching over him all this time. A miracle! No, not just one miracle, this was the second one! For though fortune had drawn his path to cross with that of Utlwa he had now met with yet another of his kin. He did not recognise the adolescent from his past but that mattered little to Ona at that moment. To him, any lion that bore the marking of the Ela'wadiyi were friend and that was all that mattered.
He skittered forward a few steps and pulled just short of crashing into the other before uttering his own greeting. "I can't believe it! After all this time!" He shook his head in disbelief and his grin widened as he tried to collect himself. "Hello!" It was only then that he fell quiet, watching the other with a curiosity one would see in the face of a cub. Ona was still very much a child in his mind and the distraction of the approaching lion had all but wiped the other scents from his nose.
"I am Ona'raha Subiani, formerly of the Shadow Clan." Ona would always be the polite lion that his mother had taught him to be. Her teachings would never be forgotten, that was for certain and was also proof that whilst Ona acted young and naive he was actually rather wise.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 12:15 am
Us'kali's eyes widened, as she was able to finally pick out TWO young males, living proof that the pride she had feared the worst for still lived. Ignoring the slight pain in her ankles, the old joints unused to the extra weight she now carried, she quickened her pace slightly, making her way towards the two of them.
"Greetings." she said softly, inclining her head politely when she was close enough to be heard easily, only barely out of breath from her exertions. Even in her old age, she remained an imposing figure, the mantle of long-held authority clinging to her tired frame.
"I am Us'kali Galu'nadi, adu'ladi of the Sky Clan." she continued, wondering if either of the youths would have news of what had passed in her absence.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:39 am
Kianga did not know how to react to all these pride members and she just being an outsider...a 'rogue' in their land's.
However, she made no movement to see them, allowing them to talk amongst themselve's for now as she watched from her kill.
She grew intrigued, when an older, larger female drew closer to the two smaller males and her ear's perked up.
Her tail twitching back and forth tensely.
Why did this female waddle?
Or did she have a limp?
Kianga didn't know what to think and continued to look on.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 9:34 am
((I hope no one minds me joining in? whee )) Shimah had wandered around this land for a little while, but not so far as she was still small. It wasn't too long ago that she had grown, it would surely be a surprise to Kianga. She smiled before she caught the faint sounds of voices. There were others?! She walked slowly in the direction of the voices before she caught sight of Kianga. She sped up to settle herself next to her friend's side.
"Hi Kianga!" She greeted the lioness brightly before her golden eyes landed on the forms of other lions in the distance. Looking over their markings, she picked out a familiar form, Ona! "Oh look, these lions look like Ona." She said softly, not wanting to attract attention to herself and interupt anything.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 5:55 pm
Emerald eyes drinking in the landscape before her, Utlwa revelled in each step, the soft dirt spreading beneath her paws in miniscule puffs, settling once more in it's new position. Childish though she was, an awareness of her surroundings could not escape that juvenile, and her nostrils flared idly, until they pricked upon two familiar scents. The smell of acquaintances. Tainting these, however, were unfamiliar scents, new and thus suspicious.
The dark femme paused a moment, before voices met her twitching ears, two matching the familiarity, one entirely new, but carrying to her disbelieving ears a word so familiar her paws were set into motion at a speed so shocking she knew not how it was achieved.
Pulling before the group a puffing, panting ball of tattooed black fur, she exclaimed to the elderly lioness;
"Galu'nadi!?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 6:58 pm
Mwovu's usually sulking head rose to meet the introduction of the caramelly male. He seemed quite extatic to be seeing another of his kind, as Mwovu was himself, though he was much more reserved about it. A light smile rose the the gruff male's maw as he nodded his head in greeting,
"Yes... It is quite... Comforting to see more Ela'Wadiyi here. Me, I am Mwovu'Waya, Wolf Clan"
Boy did it feel good to be around another lion his own age, and one that wasn't trying to torture him as well. It was terribly reassuring to Mwovu, whom had been living in conditions that were as close to unbearable as they could get for the past few months.
His attention was suddenly averted to the old female who came slowly walking up the pair. Mwovu's eyes softened as he lightly bowed his head in respect. This female just radiated authority, but it wasn't a harsh kind, more gentle and kind, from what he could tell. The name of Galu'nadi hit on something in his memory, but that was about it.
"Indeed, adu'ladi, gr-greetings. Mwovu, Mwovu'Waya, from the Wolf Clan."
Mwovu eyed the old lioness for a moment, surely she'd know what had happened to everyone in his absence.
"Has there been any word from the Wolf Clan?"
It was at this moment that Utwla came hurdling toward them, she obviously knew this adu'ladi. Mwovu smiled faintly at seeing the young female; she and Kaure would always be a welcome sight in Mwovu's eyes. They were the first he had met, after all.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 9:07 pm
Us'kali bowed her head in return, smiling gently. "It is a pleasure, Mwovu'waya." she replied. "And I have been...gone from these lands for quite some time now, and only recently returned, so have no news, as yet, of what has become of the wolf clan--or really, any of the clans who made it here initially, since I have returned."
Even before she'd finished these words, an exclamation claimed her attention, prompting a swift flick of her ears, followed by a swivelling of her head, in the juvenile lionesses direction. There was something...familiar about the youngster, but she did not think she'd ever met her...at least, not any time recently.
"Indeed, I am Us'kali Galu'nadi" she said, curious as to what it was about her surname (for lack of a better word XD) that had piqued the juvenile's interest so.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 2:01 am
Ona'raha bounced lightly on the tips of his paws, obviously quite eager to get to know this other male. Utlwa had been nice but it was always good to make more friends and he was quite willing to befriend every Ela'wadiyian there was left.
It was a good job he was not aware of the outsiders otherwise this meeting could be brought to an abrupt end. He had a terrible fear of lions who did not bear the tattoos which was only understandable seeing as what outsiders had done to them. They had brought downfall, death and terror. Outsiders had destroyed Ona'raha's life and had left him without parents and wandering a lonely track to the point that he'd almost died from exhaustion. His body still showed signs of his peril but his eyes had regained their sparkle from his youth at finding company.
His tail swished and he opened his mouth to speak again when the presence of a female alerted him - for she chose that moment to speak.
Ona almost leapt from his fur but as he swung around to stand beside his newfound companion his eyes met only the delicately tattooed pelt of an old lioness. An authoritative Galu'nadi no less! Boy Utlwa was going to be so pleased!
He opened his mouth to introduce himself once more only to find that the little black juvenile had appeared at that moment, her words cutting off any others he would have spoken.
Sheepishly his ears flattened and he took a small step back to let the others speak. This was a family reunion and he did not want to say or do anything that might ruin it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 10:25 am
The pridelander's attention was drawn to the small female who she greeted with a fond nuzzle, smiling over her friend before she turned her attention back to the other's.
Snorting a little at the flies that thought it was alright to land on her fresh kill when she supposedly wasn't looking.
Kianga smiled at her little friend's words, watching her for a moment before briefly returning her gaze back to the member's of the pride.
She liked the fact that atleast one of them was making friends, this was the first time she'd been able to see any of the Ela' pride and was still shocked at how small it seemed.
Maybe the ravages of the plague, that had come before her birth had been stronger then she thought?
The thought filled her with a pity, brows furrowing upwards in sorrow for the lost family member's of these lions before she swallowed down the lump in her throat and answered Shimlah.
Kianga was very emotional when she wanted to be, but she thought it was best to stay as quiet as possible right now.
"It's probably because they're of the same pride, Shimlah." She whispered softly into the little female's ears.
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