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 Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2016 6:32 pm
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It had always felt like there was something going on with the Motoujamii. There had been invasions, pridal alliances, refugees, all sorts of interesting happenings. And yet now, it seemed the pride had entered a stagnant state, just existing, with lions going about their usual business, but no sort of excitement or buzz around the place. It was strange, but different. Not that Gereh minded. Sometimes, he felt, living as a a lion of the Firekin was very full on.
Today, he'd been delegated the task of hunting, something he enjoyed. He wasn't cut out to be a soldier or a guard, he was tall, but quite a lean lion, so combat wasn't his strongest suit. He still wondered how he had managed to win his duel. Hunting was more up his alley.
He wondered if any of the other hunters or huntresses about wanted to join him. These types of things were much easier when another was involved.
The black lion sat and waited. |
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 5:15 pm
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Sand, sun, more sand, more sun, and Nisitayeshaua didn't like either of those things any better than she had when she'd first arrived in the desert. Joining had, essentially, been one of those things that just seemed like a good idea at the time. She'd grown up on tales of the Motoujamii - specifically of the old Motoujamii - and it had always been her father's hope that she join the pride rather than return to the swamps. That felt like a very long time ago indeed, that life another life and that home an entirely different world. Though at first she'd had her doubts about her decision, she'd later heard of the swamp being destroyed by fire, and so perhaps it hadn't been such a bad thing that she hadn't returned. What might have happened to her if she hadn't?
But that, too, had been a long time ago, and she rarely thought about it anymore. Today, however, she could think of little but her old home and her old life. Her aunt had announced to her the day before, quite abruptly, that her father was dead, and Nisi believed it. Her aunt was a seer, and they had been twins besides, so there was no reason to doubt.
A curious, detached feeling had settled in, and she had yet to shake it loose. She had never been overly fond of her father, in all honesty, and so she wasn't grieving, but...it was odd. That was the only word she could think of to describe it. Seeking a distraction, she set out to find something to occupy her mind. Hunting, perhaps? |
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2016 3:35 pm
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Ask and ye shall receive.
Nisi had sought a distraction, and one proceeded to ever so kindly present itself in the form of one of the desert's darker-pelted residents. She'd always found it rather odd that there were so many, given how much hotter that had to make them - it was almost too hot for her even after all this time, and she was red! Little white speckles dusted his coat, but they were too far and few between to bring him any relief, she was sure.
"No, I'm not busy," she answered after taking in his appearance. "I was looking for something to do, actually, so you've got good timing. I'm Nisi, Nisitayeshaua."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2016 6:27 pm
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Excellent. Did finding a hunting partner for the day qualify as excellent? Maybe, she supposed, if you were bored. Or, in her case, looking for a distraction.
Nisi followed his gaze, north and then west, and was half-expecting him to just set off one way or the other; since he'd been waiting around for someone to hunt with, she'd assumed he'd have already given some thought to where they'd be hunting, but apparently he hadn't. Or maybe he was just being polite. She wasn't sure how she felt about either option.
"Might as well head north," she decided with a shrug. It didn't matter to her either way, quite frankly, but he asked and so she answered.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2016 11:51 pm
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"North is good," he nodded in agreement and set forth, leading the way.
He looked around at the bustling pride as they walked, there were lions at work all over. Some training, some running errands, of course there were some lazing around but Gereh found that to be quite an uncommon occurrence within the Firekin. You were not likely to find a lazy lion here.
"I wonder what we will find.." he said, his tone a bit too cheerful. He never was good at small talk, he'd be a solitary lion for most of his life, and despite being in the pride for some time now, that part of him still remained the same.
He hoped she didn't think him too odd.
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 10:50 am
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In her early days among the Firekin, Nisi had been fascinated by the bustle of life in the pride: everyone was always doing something, and more often than not it seemed to involve training and fighting. It was a far cry from the swamp, where there had been precious little in the way of such things. The Jini-misemi hadn't been lazy, however, just...different. Less martial, less cohesive...less dry.
Though she had long since adjusted to it, Nisi was still not fond of the climate here. And yet here she was.
"Food, ideally," she responded dryly, with a good-humored smile. "I'd hate to go trekking around in this bloody heat for nothing."
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 6:45 pm
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"Yeah, but I'm sure everyone would really appreciate that, even if we don't come back with anything, we tried our best," she said, voice dripping sarcasm at the end before she snorted. Granted, unsuccessful hunts did happen, but failure wasn't exactly something Firekin seemed to do well - if anything, it was rather foreign to some of them.
He asked again what direction they should head in, double-checking she supposed, and she shrugged. "I'll stick with north. Never let it be said I'm indecisive."
More dryness. She had, in fact, wandered around in the rogue lands for quite awhile before finally making up her mind and heading to the desert.
Vesale half a year later. orz so so sorry, longest hunt ever.
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