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    FC felt Iliana rustle beneath his wirey, but muscled frame. She moved in a way that his head dropped a little, but the clever feline stopped it from sinking all the way to the den floor. He lifted his head and stared down at her with a soft, sea-green gaze. "It's actually really early." he explained, looking over his shoulder at the large mouth of the den. "You can never really tell here anymore...it's always overcast..." he sighed. "Rain...clouds..." he looked back at her, "you alright?" he asked wondering if the chills from outside had woken her.

    Before she could answer him, he watched her attention turn to the mouth of the cave once more. "Did I hear what?" he responded and immediately rose to his paws--standing in front of her protectively as the hair on the back of his neck, which was already quite spikey, stood up even more. A low rumbling sound was emmitted from his throat as he took a pawstep foreword. His ears pricked foreword as he strained to hear what Iliana had apparently heard before.

    He listened harder and caught the tail end of a younger creature calling. FC listened harder and called back, "Who's there?" he called, leaving his mouth slightly open so that his lower canines were visable.

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    He turned looking at Cova as she seemingly understood the situation and normal protocol in such situations; he tried to remember some of the things his father had said to the lionesses and other felines of the pride to get them in the right state of mind and with some moral in order to do the task that was set before them. The problem was that moral had been low for quite a while and wasn?t helped when news got round some were killed, injured and missing out in the pride lands. Someone?s lover, friend or family member.

    He looked away from her for a moment as a harsh cold wind blew across the rock face seeming to hiss and tease the for now replacement king. His damp mattered mane blowing in the direction of the wind not freely with it being so mattered.
    He looked to her a moment confused and in a mind of thought trying to think of the perfect words to rally his pride up.

    ?Tell them the sooner we can make sure our kingdom and sanctuary is secured from the rouges or anyone who seeks to do us harm; the sooner we can be at peace and rest. Our pride has never once lost a fight for our kingdom when it has been compromised and threatened; and with the best group of felines the great kings have praised us with we never will? he said looking away into the wind feeling the rain shoot into his eyes making him growl somewhat before looking back to her and blinking rubbing his forearm over his eyes.
    ?But we need to show our worth despite the conditions we face; such as right now. We all do; even me. It?s what my father would of wanted?.

    He padded over to her and brushed some mud off of her cheek and smiled slightly to her for a moment.
    ?Besides sooner we get this little mess sorted out; we can try and get back to some normality. And you can get cleaned up and take that rest you so deserve?.

    He turned his head hearing a voice beckoned up from the bottom of Pride Rock by the steps the pride used to get up to the main sleeping den. He looked to Cova and nodded her to do as he had instructed as he walked cautiously down the steps.
    A crack of thunder sounded and lightning flashed the dark pride lands silhouetting the form of the one who spoke a moment ago.

    ?Who goes there?? he said in a commanding voice keeping alert as he looked down the steps to the one down below.
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    Cova Stood still as the Prince began to speak a rather inspiring message. Listening to him as he did indeed take after his farther who she very much enjoyed serving. Thinking to herself that she couldn't relay such a message with the same Royal like stature...But she would have to relay something of the sorts. An ear twitching in the wind as Twilight said "It?s what my father would of wanted" A slight lodge in her throat as she wondered if there was something the prince had not told her, but nodded her head slowly as a sign she had understood, another gush of wind Blew past her to echo into the cave entrance making her shiver. Slightly taken aback now as twilight came up to her...she turned slightly to face him as his paw brushed some mud from her face, taken aback by the action she chuckled, feeling quite un-easy, but flattered.

    "Heh..Why thank you...i Think we all deserve one."

    A voice ringing out from below signaled him to turn to leave, almost relieved as she was glad she didn't make an *** of herself in front of him. But didn't much worry about it as she went to head into the caves, but stopped, looking at the Prince as he walked away.....having to keep her thoughts pure, Blinking hard and turning her head back to now head in slowly, smiling but concentrating on the task at hand.

    Entering the darkness of the caves as the winds kept echoing beside her, but at least the spray was off her back and she breathed a sigh of relief as it was mildly warmer, shaking herself lightly before noticing the many glows of eyes that set upon her. Some just awaking from slumber as others seemed already up, a low growl coming from her left as she noticed Fc staring her down, smirking as she clearly had startled Him.

    "Heh, at least some of us had a dry nights sleep"

    She joked as she noticed also the form of Iliana Close behind him, Quite the timid Tigress who was always closely guarded by Fc...no surprise when many of the pride questioned what right she had to be here among Lions. But Cova was far from these thoughts as the Tigress had always sparked so much interest from herself.

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    Santiago stood at a distance and watched what was going on between the lions and lionesses at Pride Rock. He had just arrived at the outskirts of the Pridelands just a few hours ago and was only planning on staying for a month. Knowing that he most likely wouldn't be received too well appearing without notice, so he decided to lay low.

    "Well, well, well, looks like there's some activity up there." Santiago thought aloud quietly as his green eyes looked up at Pride Rock and to the activity above. He figured that it wouldn't kill him to watch for a few more minutes before searching for a makeshift den to call home for the month that he planned on staying in the Pridelands before moving on.

    He had a flashback of Kago telling him about the kingdom that he would have ruled over if it wasn't for the disease that wiped out the pride and sent him into a nomadic life. Now all he wanted was a place to call home, maybe the Pridelands would be that place...then again, maybe he would get chased out if the king here was hostile.

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    FC's ears raised when Cova stepped into the den. The lanky adolescent breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh Cova, it's just you..." he smirked and turned to Iliana who he had been standing over. He turned his attention back to Cova and tilted his head so that his thick, brown bangs fell over his eyes. "You didn't see anything...strange on the way up, did you? I could have sworn I'd heard a stranger's voice." he pondered aloud, feeling rather foolish for getting so worked up over a fellow pride member.

    He reclined on sinewy haunches as his chest heaved a final time--releasing all the tension he'd had built up from worrying about a rogue. He knew he wasn't the toughest of lions, but he certainly had a great deal of courage. FC allowed the tip of his tail to tap gently on Iliana's shoulder, attempting to rouse her into, at least, a sitting position.

    He smiled at the fact that she was always hiding and was thankful that he'd met her early on and gained her trust from the start. He knew she was not very good about letting others in, but that once she did, she'd be a friend for life. FC blinked, shaking his head softly to snap out of his thoughts.

    He turned his attention back to Cova who was practically drenched. He scrunched his nose up a little and smiled apologetically, "Sooo...can we be of assistance?" he chuckled sheepishly.

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    Iliana contineud to stay hidden behind the shadows of the den and Fc's larger body. The tap on the shoulder with the end brisles of his tail made her jump slightly off the ground. She lowered her head in embaressment as she shifted her gaze up and Cova and down to the dirt in the ground that she was padding against with her small paws.

    She looked up at Cova now staring with a frightened expression. No matter how relieved Fc was that it was only her and not a Rogue Iliana was still shy and scared. THe only person she was not shy as much around was Fc of course. He was her savior as well as her lover. Her body gaurd who knew all her secrets. The others were also nice, but she always felt out of place around them all and usually stood secluded from all of them.

    Her lips were tightly shut as she thought she should speak and say something of her presense, but she assumed they already knew and she didn't want to say anything stupid and did not want to interupt there talking to each other.

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    The semi-blinded juvenile had got a reply, a rather stern reply at that. "A half-blind lioness..." the juvenile answered, respectivly she was replying to his question, she was half-blind! Though her answere had a sarcastic undertone more than anything, though Kisirani was like that, she was sarcastic and quite cynical.

    All good people have a dark side, wether they like it or not, no person is inheritantly good, this was a fact Kisirani had learned alot through her short life, at first it had been answered with tears and frustration, but that soon got replaced with an emotionless idleness to it all; she didn't really care how nice that person where, they still had their demons.

    "I found a shelter underneath this outcrop, and I was just checking if this place was occupied before I settled in.." the half-blind juvenile said, as she remained standing at the bottom of the path, still having her working eye fixed on the silouette somewhere up the path.

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    Santiago tried as hard as possible to keep quiet as he attempted to get closer to Pride Rock in hopes that he could overhear some of the conversations going on above. Unfortunately, he tried too hard and ended up making as much noise as a heard of elephants. This was bound to be heard by the entire pride in the den at the top of Pride Rock which jeopardized Santiago's safety.

    "Great, there goes my cover." Santiago thought aloud quietly as he ran to a rock formation at the bottom of Pride Rock and hid between the stones and boulders.

    Santiago kept quiet as he lied down and waited for some sign that it was safe to move on. Even if that sign never came he knew he'd have to leave the hiding place anyways which means that he needed to be ready to fight. Right now that was the last thing that he wanted to do, though. It would not be wise for him to start a fight in a place where he planned on taking a rest from his wandering.

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    The form of the young juvenile started to speak as things turned back into darkness with only a slight view of the female before him clear to his eyes that very moment. The tone she had was a sarcastic one which on most days would maybe annoy him; but he felt anyone who had spent time out here in the storm travelling around and staying up on there paws all the time without any shelter sort of reserved the right to be so.

    ?Yes this rock is occupied young one; my pride lives in this rock formation we called Pride Rock. Where is your family? Not telling me you?ve travelled alone in this weather without seeking shelter else where?? He said as his ears continued to stick up even against the pouring rain and the harsh wind. With such conditions is was near but impossible to catch any signs of different scents in the air even with catching sounds of anyone else was difficult apart from talking really.

    He did hear a noise nearer the bottom of the rock; he knew in his mind he hadn?t imagined that and looked to the juvenile wondering if she wasn?t maybe part of some decoy for an attack by anyone else at the bottom of the rock who could take advantage with the current conditions with the ability to detect scents and the darkness.

    ?You haven?t come alone have you?? he said cautiously continuing to look in the same direction of the young one who still hadn?t given her name to him. In his head he hoped Cova or someone else in the pride would come to him so he wasn?t alone should something bad happen right away.
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    Cova Noticed Iliana's Eyes popping up from behind Fc for a fleeting moment, but it was enough to show her rather timid nature. She felt quite sad that the Tigress lived here with such fear, but then she had not been here long, giving hope that she would adapt.
    This thought chain having to be put to in the back of her mind as she raised her eyebrows, focusing her attention on Fc and his Comments.

    "Heh..theres a hell of alot going on. I Am quite sure that a number of Rouges are on the prowl..As for out there it is just me and the Young Prince."

    Her attitude clearly rather quick and to the point, which was not normally her. But then she did have quite urgent Business and alot of responsibility put on her. Her face taking a more serious tone when she was asked "can we be of assistance?" Now her ears twitching nervously as she looked about the cave to a few other Lionesses who had already stured and sat listening to their conversation.

    "Actually..Yes, i Need everybody to Please mobilise yourselfs and get up."

    Her voice having a more commanding tone as she looked about, blowing on the end of her own nose quickly as water ran down it. This not the time to be worrying about her looks as she knew she would soon be back out in the harsh weather.

    "The bad weather has turned much of the ground to Bog...Many tree's up rooted and as you all know...with the increased food scare..this doesn't help, we have reason to believe Rouges, scavengers or perhaps rivaling prides may be making an advance here. So as instructed by the Prince Twilight. We must take a defensive stance to show we are not weak....so...if you please ladies"

    Her eyes focusing on the many lionesses that made up the best of the Hunting and fighting part of their Pride. Grumbles and looks of shook mixed with confusion was apparent, but didn't stop many of them getting up and start to head towards the exit, a call of "Wheres the king" ringing out as Cova turned and looked back as an older Lioness known as Asha was staring at Cova looking rather disgruntled.

    "....please put all your questions to Twilight. AFTER we are done....I'm just the messenger"

    She added cheekily with a grin which brought a few smiles as Cova to, turned to head back outside. Her view coming back to Fc and Iliana once again, noticing they had not moved, but she smiled at the male and said.

    "stay here and Look after her, i'm sure theres nothing to worry about.."

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    FC's ears swiveled back on his head as the lioness stirred behind him under Cova's command. He craned his neck to view their silhouetted forms as they began to pad out, not one looking very thrilled. FC watched them pass, gulping a little as they did--he felt a little like dead weight knowing that they were all going out to help the effort and he was standing rooted to the spot.

    After all the lioness had passed him, he turned his attention back on Cova, who had just finished blowing a few droplets from the bridge of her nose. He smirked softly to himself, but said nothing--waiting for a little instruction of what he and Iliana should be doing.

    FC heard his directions and stood, shaking the cold from his fur. "I appreciate the very generous assignment," he smiled, "but I'm afraid neither of us can just sit around while everyone's at work." He looked over at Iliana with a kind hearted smile, moving so that his damp, black nose touched her shoulderblade in a loving way.

    "Besides, this is our Pride--and it's suffering," he continued in a reasoning voice, "to be honest, this Pride needs all the help it can get. So what's the assignment, Cova?" he smirked. "I'll be grateful with any task you give so long as we're put on the same mission...if you can't find anything that recquires two we can be split up, but if there's any way to remain a pair, I'd like that very much..." he added. It was her decision what to do with them, and although resting up even more sounded nice, he knew that it was irresponsible.

    FC's ears perked again when he heard dialogue exchanged not too far away--he thought he'd heard some sarcastic comment yelled up to him about a half blind lioness, but he couldn't be sure. "Cova," he interrupted before she would be able to speak, "you hear that?" He asked, taking a step foreword. He glanced back at Iliana, "Did you?" he asked her, not moving another inch until she was at his side.

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    Iliana felt the cold nose touch her shoulderblade as a loving gesture. She closed her eyes with a small smile coming to her lips as she blushed sligfhtly knowing that Cova and the rest of the lioness could see.

    It's wasn't Fc she was embaressed about, it was just her shy nature. She was not used to be given loving gestures since her history in the past wasn't the greatest and she never really like to associate with the other cubs because she was different from everyone else. But Fc... she was used to him. She cared for him and he was the only one that took her in to care for besides Fc's father who found her abandoned. She never felt whole without Fc by her side. And without him she would still be living in more fear then she already did.

    She watched Cova order all the lioness and whoever else was about to do some important mission. SHe knew hte weather was bad and put the pride in more risk for Rougues to come closer without being noticed. SHe wished she could be like Cova. So determined and assertive, but in a way everyone loved. She was liked by all and was not living in fear...Iliana wished she could be someone like that... But she felt like a small child all the time always having Fc speak for her or protect her. She could never protect him.

    Her ears then perked up when Fc began to speak in worry. She did not hear anything or smell anyhitng different in the air, but the rain was pouring down heavily and blocking most of hte scents in the air. She scooted up closer to him each paw padding along the ground with caution, her head staying low.

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    The little lioness narrowed her eyes as she too could hear the voice, but she shrugged it off and began climbing the path up towards the male who answered her. She could clearly see the male, despite lacking half her vision.

    "I have no familiy.. and this was the only dry place around here, the rest of the savannah is just mud and water" Kisirani answered, defending the reason she intruded on their space, the dark furred lioness came to a halt infront of the male looking up at him with a rather stoic expression.

    "There is no one following me, but me.." the lioness replied, as she turned around the began decending the path, "I am sorry to intrude on you're territory sir. I'll take my leave.." this rock was occupied so she had to find some other place rest, this kopje couldn't be the only one around.

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    The white tigress padded her way through mud and desolation. How long had she traveled? Such a demon in thought hid in the back of her brain box, meddling with reason and sanity. She froze, one paw above the ground, twisting her head back over her shoulders, starring on against the forsaken road she came from. Her silver eyes burned with gratitude for the Gods who spared her life from the snares of the jackals in the North, and the laughing hunched back beasts of the African plains. She puffed her nostrils, growling softly as her ears instinctively pricked their faces against her to the faint winds of a roar. Snapping her head, as if in lead with her ears, her maw was partially opened, eyes studying the terrain ahead, breath restrained as if its very self hid from the world.

    'Tiger? Nyet. It is too bitter and breaks easily against those mountains ahead. So I am closing in on perhaps the pride of a lion.'

    She squinted her eyes, a blue halo about them now. Looking about, she sneered, the very thought of another male on the assault provoking the fighter all felines carried inside. True, she ran from her father, spanning from Siberia through the mountains, into Egypt, down through Thebes and into Uganda. Now, she knew not where she dwelled. Her body was mud stained, blotched with crusted blood from the few scrapes she suffered. Belly thing, not so strong she was long ago. Food, nothing but mice rolled in her gut. This roar was not in vain. She snarled softly to herself, prepared for anything on the strike. Though hunger gnawed at her from her feet to the pits of her gut, she exhaled vibrantly, pushing it aside. She had some mileage still.

    She started a trot like pace, the wind and water blasting against her as if the African earth were embracing her very existence.

    Her paws meshed into the mud, barfing it up along her gait; in pursuit of the voice upon the wind. Her muscles, eager for nutrients, rippled and felt taught around the sinews of the bone. Her breath rolled from her in rhythm, like a chant; stripes throwing themselves into her white pelt like a banner at war.

    She rocked too and fro in her gait, flabby paws plopping, smacking again and again, carrying her mass deeper into the unknown. Evil intent goes unspoken, for the face of a tiger hides more than intent and ambitions; it buries underneath it's black bars, the mind and the soul of the tiger.

    She came upon rocky ground, lunging into it, scraping her black pads against their violent faces. Her whipcord of a tail snapped to balance the weight, keeping her steady. Lunging up and again along the face of this mound, she snarled, pushing herself against her breaking strength. She seethed, the air in her lungs burning like ice, closing up her windpipe. Sweat meshed with mud and water on her skin and fur, beading upon her charcoal nose.

    Coming to the top of the mound, the mini mountain, she heaved for a breath, hanging her head between the axis of her shoulders, ears bent back, panting with her pink tape hung between her ivory knives for teeth. Her eyes opened, she took in the landscape. Many more mounds, growing every time more in skill to surpass. She thrashed her tail and shook her body, raising her head. Extending her neck, opening her vocals, she sucked in and clawed at her soul, lurching up a grungy, hallow and defacing tune. It broke from her throat, and smacked into the mounds before her, bouncing too and fro. She clenched her eyes, and moaned with her call; a song of suffering, from whence she came. It was deep and lacked true body to it, breaking easily in the wind. She huffed, licked her maw and shook herself once more. Silver eyes wished to follow the tune to the ears of the guest who may stumble upon it. Sighing, she sat on her rump, looking about, up to the murky gray and black skies as they rolled on.

    Did they see the road ahead? Did they know what hid behind the skirts of these mountains? Did it bring life? Or...yes, perhaps death.

    Utora squinted once more at this vibrant though. The life of such beasts flirted close to that unknown border; the black shadow. It is like walking on ice, a black ice. Life brings death, and death brings life. Snarling, panting, she stared onwards with hate and malice, a heart to conquer and protect herself. Tigers are private creatures, and it would take a great cause before Utora would befriend another of a foreign race and culture.

    So, she waited for a sound to establish purpose, pivoted like a gargoyle on a desolate mound, between what was once home, and what would soon be?. fate.


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    Santiago didn't move when the young lioness cub got close to where he was hiding. In fact he even held his breath and hoped that the threat would eventually pass without anybody noticing him. If there had to be violence he didn't want an innocent young cub to be exposed to it, especially when she was a lonely wanderer as well.

    "That's a sad road to be taking. Especially at that young." Santiago whispered very quietly to himself so as not to be heard.

    Santiago somehow managed to back up further into his hiding place so that whoever was with the cub didn't notice him. Taking clues, the lion believed that the other lion with the cub was royalty, possibly the prince or king which meant if he blew his cover he'd be in a very bad situation.

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    He kept his eyes focused on the one before him not once taking his eyes away; even with the wind and the rain hurting his eyes he never let his eyes close more than half way knowing one blink and something bad could instantly happen. A single second or moment is all you needed to make a situation such as this quite dangerous.

    The noise below did worry him somewhat even if this rock path was only wide enough for one feline at a time to climb. He did really hope for some assistance from the others and soon; he knew Cova was still explaining to the others what the situation was and what he wanted done. He did wonder if they would take orders from him even though no one really knew if the king was really dead or not. Did he have such powers in this situation? He was confused on that point but being a royal and the situation that stood before them he really did hope so.

    ?Wait a moment? Twilight said as she finished talking and assumed she had turned to leave. He was pondering the thought of trusting her but the noise down below did worry him as to whether or not she was telling the truth about the noise he had head saying she had come alone.
    ?I hate to send someone back into this weather; especially someone as young as you? he thought a moment more since there was no decent shelter else where from the storm close to here that wasn?t under water or occupied by his pride or any rouges that seemed to call it a temporary home.

    ?Once my pride checks out the underside of pride rock anyway that is. Not calling you a lier; but right now we can?t take our chances? he said with authority to her as his tone of voice changed to more of someone in command rather than just a prince.
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    "So what's the assignment, Cova?" Was the words she had to ponder for a moment..'Umming' and 'arring' as she noticed Iliana Getting up to come beside Fc, clearly they both had the same thoughts about wanting to help and in all honesty Cova wasn't sure how to guide them. It felt weird trying to give orders to her friends and god knows she certainly felt like she had been thrown in at the deep end. Now chuckling slightly as she looked to the cave entrance where alot of the females had stopped, most of them turning their snouts up at the harsh wall of weather that they had been forced to leave their warm cave to step out into.

    "Well i guess you both would be a valuable asset..strength in numbers and that."

    She grinned back at them as she tapped her claws on the rock beneath them. Suddenly her grin melting away "Cova you hear that?" She had indeed heard the familiar sound of the prince chatting away...and if not to himself...

    "Ok, well lets just all head out together, we can stay as one unit...find out whats going on exactly and go from there."

    Nodding at Fc and turning to leave out the entrance as she caught sight of Iliana with her head low, Cova trotting on, wishing she could be of more assurance but in all truth, didn't know herself what would happen next.

    She now pushed through the many rumps of the Lionesses standing at the doorway to come out the front, many having heard the talking outside and had already passed out into the wind and rain which Cova too headed quickly out into. That familiar haze of rain battering her face as she squinted and moved up to just behind the prince, now shoulder to shoulder with quite a few others. She cleared her throat with a short "Ahem" so the prince would know of their presence, but could not see over the ledge ...she knew there must be someone about down below....now waiting for her orders.

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    FC watched Cova struggle to give the pair a command with a vibrant sea-green gaze that cut through the dim'ness of the cave. He sifted through the 'umm's' and 'arr's' as best he could, trying to find some shard of an assignment amongst her very vague words.

    When she finally addressed the voice that FC had heard it came with the instruction they'd been waiting for. FC's whimsical expression hardened into one of a serious nature. "Right." he stated with a firm nod that made his bangs rustle atop his head. He took a step foreword, his toes drumming eagerly on the hard stone floor. He turned back to make sure that Iliana was following and, of course, she was. He smiled warmly and then turned his attention back on his duties.

    FC shouldered his way through the lioness, clearing a path for Iliana to follow right behind him. "S'cuse me, pardon me, sorry miss..." he chanted until he and the tigress had made it through to stand beside Cova.

    The young lion's ears lowered as the first raindrops thumped down on him. His gaze narrowed in mild irritation at the way the cold water pushed past his pelt and chilled him to the bone--but he wouldn't dare speak of it. He shook his head--letting the droplets fly from the end of his bangs which had already begun to be slicked down to the side of his face.

    FC's gaze flashed over to Cova as the light "ahem" took him away from his own discomfort and made him focus on something of more importance. He didn't know who Prince Twilight was talking to, but he prayed that whoever it was meant no harm to his dear friend and, while his father was missing, leader.

    The young lion's heart ached for the prince because he, too, knew what it felt like to have your father lost out in those unforgiving storms...

    'Except your father loved you...' he thought bitterly, closing his eyes briefly but quickly regained his composure when he felt the reassuring warmth of Iliana's flank near to him. He shook his head once more to eliminate any negative thoughts--now was not the time. He had to focus.

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    Iliana watched Cova walk off as she gave htme orders. She really didn't want to go out in the rain with them, not in fear of getting wet and dirty, but in fear she would mess something up in this bad weather they were witnessing.

    But she was not going to disobey any orders and she knew it would only be the safest to stay near Fc at the time when they were not split up. Slwoly following behind him her feet smooshed in the ground as she stared at her feet continuing to follow.

    She should have been staring up at Fc to make sure she was not going to wrong direction, but she could not keep her eyes off her feet as the water made the pads of her paws slippery along the rock. Her brown colored legs turned darker as the water splashed up from hte ground onto the back of them with each step she took. As they moved closer to the many lioness that stood in front of them Fc had made a clear path for Iliana to go through, but of course her lack of vision, staring up which was now staring down, she crashed into one of the Lioness rump and fell on hte ground.

    " Oh...excuse me.." she said quickly and stood up running over to Fc quickly since he had alreayd made it in the front of the heard and was standing next to Cova. She now had water all over her chin as well as ....She felt like an idiot.

    But soon she was right by Fc's side and felt safe again. THis time she made sure to keep ehr head held up high so she would be able to see everything and anyhting in front of her.

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    This post is very, very long. I couldn't help myself. Da, so I splurged. And here's my warning. Get some popcorn and those nifty American gas station pills that keep you awake. Hope nobodies enraged with the post length and the post in it's whole. Felt like I might take the chance to draw in our reins here and get it going.
    The wind sheered off the small mound, the one in which Utora had sewn herself to, awaiting the returning call. Audits placed forward, attempting to sift through wind, water, and natural sounds for the call of perhaps tiger or lion. Blue eyes furrowed beneath a brow of disloyalty, anger and hate, studied the world in chaos, allowing her soul to articulate what was before her.

    No reply. Dead perhaps it's host. ...distracted by other elements I cannot sense in this rampage of a storm.

    She puffed her nostrils and sighed, licking her maw. Ears bent back as her mind closed the flaps to it's tent, in solitude searching for some scraps or reason and understanding. Was she just going to keep walking, farther south? She was beyond her land, the Russian land. Tigers now replaced by lions and jackals, those hunched back obnoxious bastards who pecked at your heels and underbelly, yanking on the bone in your whipcord until it removed itself from the socket.

    She growled, clenching her teeth.

    I'm surrounded by death.

    Snarling, the look of bent dimensions on higher reasoning and sanity cast from her orbs. Why did she just keep wandering? Perhaps a restless soul, fed by delusions of grandeur, collaborating a future beyond fate itself......wandering in the doldrums now, sitting on this mound waiting a call that she doesn't even know she heard.

    Ah, the mind stabbed at it's very heart.

    Utora hung her head and bit her lip, clenching her eyes.

    I am not, insane.

    Slowly raising her head, she saw shadow. Snapping her head back, following it's trail, she sat up and inhaled deeply, embracing a front of defense. The shadow dispersed itself around the bend of a greater mound. Like claws on a blackboard her mind could not deny the shadows existence.

    Glancing about, making sure nothing followed her, she inhaled and made way down the mound, bouncing against the rocks once more.

    Coming to the bottom, she padded slowly, swanking around, eyes haloed silver now. She rounded the greater mound, noticing a gorge like place, shallow and desolate. Thrushing her nostrils she inhaled deeply. River water. Not acid like rain or salty ocean ....it smelled like old Lake Baikal. The memory returned and she wondered if hunger and anxiety toyed with whatever was left of her sanity. She padded onwards.

    The wind echoed down here, like the tombs of Egypt. Shadow so dark, hiding perhaps malicious faces. She observed and registered the possible threat. Wind tossed rain against her white and barred pelt. Shaking her fur, to no avail, she sighed and made way down the small gorge. Muddy pads meshed with the belly of the gorge. She slowly eased up, walking more peacefully. Her gut knotted up and she snarled, returning to her front.

    Wet dog. Damn!

    Utora snarled and didn't look back, bolting into a run. Her joints creaked, suffering proper health to sustain her weight, how little it was. Panting, she pushed on, fighting back her pain. Mud sloshed up against her gut and neck. She was terrified. Maw dropped, eyes wide, she had no strength to fend off a fight. Ears bent back protecting the fright of her brain box inside, she fled, deeper and deeper into oblivion.

    The walls only grow! No! I -need- a way out and now!
    Gritting her teeth she continued, wind and water clutching onto her backside. A way out! She saw a sharp turn into the dark, and cast from fear she ran blindly into it. Pink tape dangling, crystal blue eyes washed in color from the terror. Ears pricked forward.

    Water!?
    A run down river had barfed itself into the gorge and laid strangled by distance about twenty feet deep at most. She stood at it's edge in the dark, stained by mud, water and turmoil. She trembled, heart pounding like a race horse inside her rib cage, lungs afire.

    I smell lion. Dear God no, they'll kill an outsider, especially one so pathetic in appearance as me. Dogs!? They're all going to kill me!
    She ran in circles, panicked, deranged, growling lightly, yowling softly like a stray housecat in a creek. Eyes bounced about looking for escape. Swim! She turned about and ran full fledged into the water, splashing, padding her way through it, head bobbing like a lure on the waters surface, as if it were luring in fish. She panted, water spilling into her mouth, rushing to her hallow gut; she pressed on. Shadow encased her. She looked about with her night vision as best she was permitted. The lions stench grew.

    Nyet they wait for me here!
    As the thought rattled her, she saw something along the walls edge. It's body was snared on a rock. Her eyes widened.

    Lion!?
    She splashed away and snarled aggressively, bumping into a log. She turned to grab onto it for rest.

    LIONS!
    She pushed away the body and shook from inside swimming back from where she came, lunging, leaping out of the water, gasping, drenched, tape bobbing from her mouth. She shook and drug herself as far she could from the water and plopped on the ground, stretched about. Eyes closed, she tried to regain herself, panting, gasping. Shaking, she slowly opened her eyes. Blue, to silver they glowed. She laughed, it was but her mind fraught with hunger and terror. Da...certainly. She froze, laying lifeless on the ground.

    Bodies....everywhere.

    Missing them in her panic, she accounted for them now. Slowly sitting up, she was in the valley of the dead itself. Ears pricked forward, she slowed her breath to silence, drenched and dripping. She cared not to move, only to walk like a ghost, a shadow, by the bodies.

    Good Lord. A war, a war against nature and beast?

    She paused. No lion was dumb enough to wait for a raging river to flow. Conflict drew them to river's edge. Swept them up, smitten from the face of the Earth. Few males, mainly lioness'. Utora made way about them. Evil, crested upon her very mind fell upon her.

    I seek food.
    She licked her lips and looked about for one not so gangly or water logged. Sniffing about like a dog herself she flicked her tail and lifted her head, demonic grin upon her, pearly whites gleaming as her silver eyes beamed. Padding over quickly, she found a nice, muscular male. Sniffing she cringed at the stench of lions, she hated it indeed. Growling, looking upon him like a subhuman, she lowered her head to his belly and went to bite.

    Eh it is hot?
    She retracted her head and gave a rather guffawed look about her, exhaling sharply.

    Trust me comrade. You'd best be hot and -dead- because I have no desire to spare your life over mine.
    She circled the carcass, saw it breathed barely. Hissing at it she thrashed her tail wildly. This half alive carcass was nothing to Utora but a fresh meal. But perhaps to someone over the gorge, through the raging fields and wind with water, this was a prize to be preserved.

    Sneering, a demon like attitude she sunk her head between her shoulders and snarled, ears bent flat as if not present, eyes vibrant with blood lust and hunger, teeth bared, hair on end, claws extracted waiting to dissect her freebie feast, and as soon as possible. No wild dog would score this kill.

    It moaned, and growled softly, perhaps sensing her presence. Crushed badly, bloody a bit, only making him more appetizing, she circled him again, possessed with amusement and perverse plans. The male could not open his good eye, bruised badly. He trembled softly, as if trying to surge up his battle strength. Utora loomed about him like a vulture, pacing as her inner mind quarreled.

    Kill it, just kill it damn it all! He'll start squealing and all those little scraggly scabs for dogs will show up and kill you too.

    She paused and studied the beast, looking at him like the scum of the Earth. Her insanity craved a kill in cold blood. To each his own, what did he do that made him worthy to live? Nothing! Even nature wished him dead.

    She gleamed, reasoning crawling slowly, ever so slowly, far back into the shadows of her mind. The evil in her eye, the intent in heart, she stepped closer and looked down upon him.

    Cry, da? Like you lions like to when you're not so big, and strong without a family...hmmm?
    She snarled and took her flabby paw, pressing her weight on his damp, maned neck. He snarled and thrashed his tail, claws coming out. Utora lowered her maw to his head, whispering in his torn ear, as if to steal his reasoning too, and let it fly away on the winds and water of Africa.

    I'll cut you up, one by one, and start from the back up, so you get to feel the blood seep through your body....second by second. And then you will know, the true pain, of isolation; no salvation from them.
    She clawed away from his neck, crazed in a world beyond the one she stood in now. Sacrificing another for her sins. One would never be enough.

    Pulling away and grinning, she walked around him, dragging her tail over him.

    Mmmm nyet. They will hear you. I'll kill you quick. And lap up your steaming blood and fill my belly.
    She came back to his neck and pressed one left paw on his neck, and the right on his shoulder, lowering her head to his throat. Grinning, she cringed, but in insanity, licked his mane and bared her teeth.

    You may kill me rouge, but they will find my body and smell your scent, and their wrath will be beyond a cruelty you have ever known, for the world you flee from does not distribute justice half as well as my son and people.

    Utora slowly lifted her head, and removed a paw from the rasping lion who threatened her life now. Glaring upon him, she held a look of wrath, hate, and malice. Starvation plagued her mind, among other things. Scratching her right paw from his shoulder violently, she walked over him, heavily, and intentionally as he groaned, meeting him in his face. Looking about, sighing, now in a situation, she looked at him.

    So what is it you wish me to do? I don't ignore your statement, though...you could be lying to save your scraggly remains.
    She snarled and stared him down. The lion struggled for air, broken inside as well as outside. He blinked, and hung in his wasting moments.

    You may leave, now. And face the world and perhaps gain another day.
    He rasped on, voice grungy and clawing like from his soul. Utora laughed once and loud, to say HA, as if. Glaring at him, sitting on her rump, drawing herself very near to her soul, she closed her eyes and sighed.

    I kill you, da? I eat like I've never eaten before, mmm...more da? And then run to face the world for another day. I'm crafty, I'll get out.
    She laughed a bit, opening her eyes and glaring at him with her teeth showing, snapping her tail, looking upon the wasted beast.

    Yes, rouge, you may be crafty. But...
    He inhaled, struggling for oxygen to carry his words. Utora squinted, watching him waste away, cocking her head like a bird does as it watches the dying animal crawl on, perched in it's tree; waiting for death to snare from it the soul that threatened the birds chance for the very meal.

    You get away for one more day. How long before you hunger again, and kill another in cold blood simply to satisfy your restless mind and moaning gut. No rouge. You have a chance to eat many meals, in company of my people. I give you this chance on my word.
    He coughed, gagged blood that spilled from him. Utora looked away, sighing, debating her fate, her life now, in his hands. Would she try these lions, to be chased away by them when the time saw fit? She grit her teeth and writhed her head, snapping back at him.

    How do I trust you!? I let you live, I stay with your people and then what!? Wait to be cast out because of my indifference? You're all the same.

    She scoffed and turned from the beast, eyes wildly looking on, looking for reason, but fighting it at all costs; hunger beckoned. Seething she turned to him as he quivered.

    Oh my assailiant. Trust is not something worn on ones head like a crown. We would only be given half the years on this Earth..for there would be no need to grow and learn of such things.

    He spoke from his years of rule, licking his maw as he became entangled in the situation, worried for his people. Worried, time was running out.

    I give you my word, as a lion, as being like yourself who too has suffered pain and loss. My people, are an honest people. Please, have faith in my word. For I would..
    He coughed more heavily, snarling and trying to sit up properly.

    Not...mislead you from the truth....in the service of my people.
    He struggled so great, to breathe, to see, to know where he was. He knew his place would soon be among the stars. He only wished to see his son, before his passing. Utora was, calmed, doused by the benevolence of this beast. He wasn't like the tigers she suffered, or the jackals and dogs, panthers and snakes. Sighing, as if to let go of her plans, she looked to the beast who struggled. He looked over, with his other eye and took Utora in, nodding, sighing, licking the blood from his nose and maw.

    I see you are not from here. You come longs ways, searching for hope, to simply cast it aside. You are strong enough to survive the world; you will be strong enough to learn the ways of my people. This, I faith in.
    He nodded and half smiled, the pain he hid. He was sure she was from far out, for her accent and vary in species was not of Africa. Utora was now ashamed to look up, but did, meeting him in his vibrant, handsome eyes. She suddenly felt his words, and realized he was right. To come thousands of miles in search of truth, and kill the beast now, before finding out he spoke honestly......she might as well have let her father slaughter her in the Urals.

    Sitting up, the beast looked her over, making sure she was not hostile any longer. Utora looked down, about, then nodded and looked to the beast.

    Alright. I will give it a chance.
    She lifted her head with dignity, and nodded to him, meeting him honestly; something she'd not done with any creature.

    I...
    She sighed, ashamed she was not strong, like her Russian people. Hanging her head, she lifted it again, looking upon the ailing lion.

    I am weak. You are much greater than me. I wish, to carry you...but, ...

    He shook his head, swallowing, trying to remain level, inhaling shutter like, closing his eyes and letting his tapering breath go.

    Worry not rouge. I do not deny your speed and possible strength, but I am a heavy one.
    He chuckled, looking over his withered body, frowning, sighing in regret of the situation he would leave his people in.

    The dogs would find us anyways. You go, faster by yourself and with my faith in you at your side.
    He plopped over and sighed, exhausted, aching from head to toe, bleeding all over. Looking up the gorge to the dark, violent skies, the water hissing, falling upon the two with the wind screaming behind it.

    Tell me where your people dwell. I will do my best to track them and direct their search.
    Utora almost felt the hunger spike again, but the hope for truth shoved it back and she shook it away, her silver eyes blue, mud stained pelt dripping, figure remaining for the ailing beast, taking his time to think?..to breathe?..his heart slowing.

    Yes. Come from where you came, to the mountains. Follow them along their valleys, not over their faces. You will come to a fork in the road. The wind among the roads with blow in one direction. Go against the wind, not with it, and from there you will pour out into my lands. From there, you must go on.

    It took his all to direct Utora. Closing his eyes, almost in surrender to his father's call. She took his words in and thrushed her nostrils. Walking to him, she lowered her head and licked his wounded cheek, the way of her people. He flinched, then smiled, slowly breathing. She lifted her head and studied him....pained inside now for his suffering was hers to carry on to his people. She...sighed and hopped over him, running as fast as she could; she wouldn't stop. A laughter fell from behind her and she slid to a halt. Eyes wide, heart fraught, she went back. She found them, nestled on the ridges, in the cracks, waiting for her to leave. She snarled, but he moaned.

    Go, I do not fear death. My soul is ready for the stars/
    Utora looked at him, confused by this ancient wisdom she knew not of. They laughed softly, cackling and snarling, drooling mindlessly, others fully aware. She looked at him, and noticed his solid body; he no longer drew breath. She smiled in pain.

    Yes lion. And they are ready for you.
    She nodded and stepped away, the hyenas crawling out of the woodworks like cockroaches. She bolted, seeming in her spirit to go faster with the lion?s guidance by her side. The hyenas nipped at her heels but she squeezed away, leaving them to feast on the past.


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