Sabbor

Sabbor is.... a weird sort, if we were ever to give him a description. He wandered in, calmly, stepping over the ever shifting sands. He walked over to me, not an ounce of aggression or threat on his stance. sat down and then, with a voice as soft as a summer breeze and deep as roiling thunder, he asked: "may i take refuge and live among your pride, o king of the dunes?"

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....I still dont know what to think of him, im going to keep an eye on him.

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I decided to give him an option, in order to stay. He will take to the oasis and become a lioness.

The great Blackmane seemed to take a second to ponder this proposition, then raised his nose in the air, sniffed twice and rumbled: "They will certainly not find me as a lioness in the desert.... very well" and wandered off in the direction of the desert lake.

3 days later he, no, SHE, returned.

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"Sabbor?"

"Yes, king?" she answered. I was startled. Her voice was still soft as a summer breeze, that i had expected, but she had somehow kept the rumble in it, although now it was more of a rasp. She sounded like the rain hitting the leaves in a jungle.

"I.... why did you agree to this?"

"I feel safer like this.... and closer to my mother, although it feels so different from how raised me" I just then noticed the odd lilt she had to her words, no unlike the way the leopards that sometimes wandered into the dunes would stick their Ts and hiss their Ss.

"Must have been hard, being alone"

She looked taken aback for a second but then eased "it was not"

"Know that you are safe here, my pride is strong."

"Thank you, king"

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"King? do you need help?" came Sabbor's soft lilting rasp from... somewhere.

"Sabbor?" i looked around, searching for the beautifull rosettes among the shrubbery, they were remarkably hard to spot. "Where are you?"

Something heavy dropped from a tree, making me jump about a foot in the air.

"HOLY SEKHMET"

"Apologies, King, i feel safer napping on trees, you see."

"...that fine.... by Anubis, my heart, Yes Sabbor, you can help me."

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"Hey, Sab, Atka and Coatlicue were talking about fixing a new hunting party, do you want to be part of it?"

The spotted lioness took a second to deliberate "I am unsure how usefull I'd be, king"

"with that cammo of yours? very useful, believe me"

"then yes, king, it would be an honour"