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I am SUPER socially awkward, so if you are ever talking to me and I say something totally stupid that is why. I am in chat occasionally- because even as a socially inept recluse I try to hold conversations- mostly at night, and if I ever monopolize chat- or just bug the crap out of you, LET ME KNOW. I will leave the site. Possibly forever. But I would prefer to know rather than go on making a blundering fool of myself. :)
I am always open for conversation- just make sure you are aware of the above paragraph lol. If you ever want to talk to someone about anything- shoot me a line.
If you see a lion you simply MUST have, tell me. I'm sure we can arrange something. Unless it is locked. Than you're out of luck. Sorry.
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Twigs (Twiggles) By Kira (#112968)
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Tobias By Kira (#112968)
Attacus The Kindly King By: Cerebus [IRIS] (#38409)
Fengru Colieth, the Scourge King By: Cerebus [IRIS] (#38409)
As you explore the Savannah you come across a pride half hidden among a cropping of red cliffs. They sit in two large groups, divided down the middle by a clear, clean watering hole and a jutting of rocks. You're not sure what causes this rift in the pride. But you notice some differences between the two groups. On the left of the watering hole, where the sun shines brighter and the grass is a few shades deader, the lionesses are loud and boisterous, adorned with battle scars. They bat at you as you pass, smiling, and purring cat calls, nipping at your heels and tail and getting very into your personal space. The group on the right, where the water runs deeper and the trees grow thicker is more sedated. They smile coyly swing their tails invitingly, murmuring polite greetings and licking softly at your ears. There is not a scar between the bunch of them.
You take in these two strange gaggles of lionesses, standing beside the outcropping that divides them. It's only then that you notice what must be the king of the pride, hidden away in one of the many caves that dot the cliffs and surrounded by a gaggle of cubs. He speaks to them softly but sternly, gesturing to the drawings that adorn the cave wall, put there by what were obviously the skilled and nimble fingers of monkeys and not the rough and clumsy swipes of a lion. The paint seems new. And the cave is very clean. You wander closer. Just close enough to hear.
"Kindness above all things cubs." The king is saying in a soothing even toned rumble. "Those that see and do nothing are only slightly better than those that wrong." He lowers his regal head down to cub level. "Understand?"
The cubs nod but you're not sure they do understand. One of them is chewing their own foot. The king dismisses the youngsters and takes his first notice of you. He smiles and stands. He is nothing like the primal lions that roam the Savannah, he's lean limbed, and not so hairy, but he's certainly large for a lion. You stand a little straighter. He smiles and his eyes crinkle warmly.
"Welcome stranger. What brings you to the red cliffs?"