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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2018 5:49 pm
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Jamila had followed one of her sister's scents here. She wasn't sure which one, but she'd found her way here and spotted her sister now and again, but hadn't had the time to properly talk to her.
She was still trying to figure out where everything was in the pride, so coming close to the catacombs honestly couldn't be helped. The pink and off white lioness was listening to the wind right now. It whistled and whispered to her as if trying to call her this way for a reason.
And in her path was, apparently, a male. Every fiber in her being tensed up before she shook herself out. No. She had to interact with them now. She was part of a pride, and prides had males if they were going to stay healthy. Not every male was him. She had so many scars all over her body, some were nearly gone, but she still had nasty ones on her shoulder blades from him. A constant reminder that she wasn't sure she'd ever shake.
Maybe she could skirt around this male?
So that's what Jamila was trying to do. Her steps weren't as light as she'd like, but maybe he wouldn't spot the lioness, who was pale by comparison.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2018 7:17 am
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And he spoke to her. Jamila froze in mid step and she took a breath before turning her head to the male and gave him a bit of a watery smile. She would try so hard to be polite and not run away, but the scared up female always, always found herself so uneasy about males.
"No," she said in answer to his question. "I'm not. I came from the desert with my sister..." Her tone was husky, deep, like she didn't do much talking. It was true. She talked to Tzipora very rarely, her own daughter that had stayed with her for so long. Jamila's red eyes were hyper focused on the pale male with the purple paws. She was clenched, honestly, every muscle in her tensed.
He stayed far enough away for now, that the female felt she could close her eyes and took a relaxing, deep breath. Something in her relaxed, she could feel her jaws ache.
"You're not either, are you?"
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