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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 1:41 pm
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Ogon enjoyed his job, he really did. He liked helping lions, even if some of them still grumbled about his bloodline. He enjoyed being useful, and making sure nobody, you know... Died. It was part of why he'd been happy to become a medic, and why he maintained his course of action in spite of any grumblings. Nergui blood or not, he was good at what he did.
What he wasn't so good about, though, was all the sand getting where it usually didn't. The near-endless sandstorms were going to drive even him up the wall, and Singh had called him one of the calmer lions in the medical dens. For the upteenth time, he shook sand from his coat, grumbling about it, and peeked out to see if the sandstorm had died down yet. When, he wondered, would the weather calm down? And when would the search party get back?
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 2:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 2:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 2:50 pm
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"I envy them, then." He shifted, folding his paws up under his mane, watching the sand beyond the entryway of the cave swirl and dance. He was pleased that, at least, Alamea hadn't gone out with the foray, nor had either of her parents nor her uncle. Which really was a... Thought... The only family he really had, that he knew of, were his littermates and the majority of his own children. One was out there, far from the desert...
What was Led up to, his little blue ball of flame? What was her mother up to?
His attention turned to the lioness, regarding her and her question. "I have not... But my parents have." He looked back to the sand swirling outside, "They were born out there, beyond the borders..." He didn't say the part everybody his age and older knew, and those younger had heard in whispers - That his father, Miah, was Nergui.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 2:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 4:12 pm
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Watching the sand for a bit, Ogon, too, wondered what it was like out there. He never had had a desire to go beyond the border, or even NEAR it, in his life before. Now, though...
Walls of blowing sand were NOT conducive to wanting to stay home, as it were.
He sighed, stretching his legs and whole body out, looking much more like a cub. "I think that surely... Surely... We will probably die of boredom long before we starve or die of thirst, because..." He flopped onto his side, then rolled onto his back. More sand lodged into his mane. "Even those of us who prefer to remain in here, working on curing what ails lions, are being driven stir-crazy." He covered his face with both of his paws, pulling the skin of his face downward.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 4:19 pm
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"No kidding," Bahudama replied, catching herself walking another pacing path. She took her time with each of the steps, thinking about the flexing of her muscles and letting her claws scrape lines into the sandy ground. All this sitting around, how many of them would get rusty with their skills? Sure, there was some room to train here and there, but you could only do so much confined to a shelter. And with all the strangeness happening around the pride, sandstorms aside, what if their skills might become… needed?
This led to her next thought. It had been one she had tried not to dwell on for too long—focusing on things that one couldn't change, after all, seemed like a quick path to madness—but the mix of frustration and boredom seemed to pull it out of her.
"…Why do you think this is happening?" she murmured with a low voice, as if the words were ones she wasn't allowed to speak. Different lions had their different ideas. It just… none of it made any sense.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 4:24 pm
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Idly, Ogon watched Bahu's pacing, frowning, then closed his eyes. Maybe he could... Nap away the sandstorm...
The notion was interrupted by her question, making his eyes pop back open. He blinked for a moment, staring upside-down at the sand outside, then leaned his upper body up a bit, watching the lioness. "Well, if that one family is to be believed... Perhaps the old goddess the pride used to worship is mad." What was her name, though...? Ogon, ever the product of the pride's changed ways from what some others believed yet, didn't personally believe in any gods. Even the one hunting party's stories of a giant shark(What even was that?) out in the desert, attacked by a giant hawk, had done little to sway him. "Angry for how the pride has changed, I think... Though which part from the old ways, I don't know, since I don't fully understand the old ways..." He'd have to actively ask one of the older lions from the pride's earlier days to find out.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 4:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 4:48 pm
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Shrugging, Ogon rolled back over and stood up, shaking away the sand. "Well, some of the old ways are best left in the past... So if there is an angry goddess out there, she can tantrum all she likes." He looked at the lioness, just a touch of mirth in his eyes. "If all the old ways remained as they were, you and I would not be here, nor would a fair chunk of the pride, and they would have died out from incredible inbreeding." He looked, then, to a couple of the other medics, sleeping away in the back. One was Singh, the sand doing nothing kind for his old bones, another being one of his sons. "I think they may have the better idea right now... There's nothing else to do but try to sleep the sandstorm away."
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 4:56 pm
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