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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2017 1:25 pm
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Nche wasn't one to worry about the little things. Or the big things, really. He was the kind of lion to take things in stride, one day at a time. But things were changing around here. A new king was to be crowned, and in the N'ezi-ozu few events rivaled the excitement of the Trials.
Yeah. Change, indeed. The adolescent lion sighed as he rolled onto his side. It was midday and the temperature was moderate, the heat of the sun balanced out by a breeze that rolled through the caldera. Nchekwube stretched out his legs, sprawled on a long flat rock that had been his favorite spot as of that. The rock sat atop a small hill and wasn't frequented by visitors so he had privacy, but could still watch some of the pride-goers as they made their way doing their daily business. Nche had made it a it of a hobby to just lay and watch. There was something about getting to know the routines and mannerisms of his fellow death keepers that drew his interest.
If he had his choice he'd spend all his days like this. Just watching. It wasn't like he had any huge responsibilities. He wasn't an Amusu. Wasn't the elder of his family. Wasn't infatuated with anyone like his brother. No, it was just a simple life that appealed to him, now...
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2017 12:15 am
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The sound of his father's voice made Nchekwube's ears perk, but other than that there seemed to be no physical recognition of Urupuru's presence by his son for a few moments. The adolescent had a deep affection for his father (family was important, after all), but still. He was an adolescent getting told life advice by his father. While there would certainly be a time when good 'ol talks with dad would be appreciated, he couldn't help but respond with a deep sigh.
The tan lion's pastel eyes moved towards Urupuru in a minimal and lazed motion. "Yeah, I know," he mumbled, shaking his patchy adolescent mane out of his face. There was a considerate pause before another deep breath left his chest. "Da, do you ever think that..." his voice trailed off thoughtfully, "that things around here are... well. Things have been the same for so long... I know... I know that a new Onyeisi will be chosen soon, and that brings change but..."
But their ways. Their tradition. Things had stayed the same for so long. He shook his head. "Stagnant water contains no life," he continued, his words becoming a mutter under his breath.
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