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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2016 6:07 pm
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The pink lioness was seated, not standing, in the practice grounds. She'd done a great deal of work here in the past six years. In fact, this was the longest Mittere had ever lived in a single place in her entire life. It...wasn't a bad thing. She'd found love, lost it, and raised far more children and grandchildren than she cared to count. Hell, she was a great-grandmother now, which was a terrifying thought for multiple reasons.
Some of those reasons were directly related to why she'd summoned her adopted son Kestven. Unlike Tarafa's children, the lioness couldn't - wouldn't - pretend that the cheeton was related. Still, in many ways, he was more her child than any of the others. Even if she'd only agreed to accept the boy because her mate had insisted...
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 3:43 am
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Time had passed, as it does. Kestven's breed might make him look still the lanky adolescent, but he'd left that behind long ago. What he hadn't left behind was that if Mittere suggested you be somewhere, you got your a** there. He wasn't too old to be drilled to exhaustion and back, nor to be given extra patrols. You were never too old for that...unless, perhaps, you were retired. Besides, he was interested in finding out just why he'd been summoned this time. It wasn't like he didn't want to show, even if he had extra motivation to be prompt.
One thing he also hadn't left behind was his taciturn nature. As he approached Mittere, he said nothing, instead lifting a brow in question.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 4:37 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 6:36 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 5:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 7:31 pm
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How would he fix it? Kestven snorted quietly. The way he saw it, it wasn't an easy fix thanks to the way the pride worked, even before you got into the handicap the disease could be. "The king's not going to force anyone to change rank." It still felt damn weird to call Maji that, by the way. "So, train all non-combatants. Basic self-defense and evasion tactics, at least. Not optional." He fell silent for a long moment before continuing. "And evacuation plans."
If the pride didn't want to be wiped out by the first invading force larger than their assortment of guards, warriors, and scouts--not a tall order as things stood--they'd need to know how to fend off those invaders. Short of forcing more lions to choose military ranks, he didn't see another choice there. And if the pride scattered under such an attack, the disease would spread everywhere. If they all knew where to go, they could try to maintain their quarantine.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 7:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 7:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 7:54 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 8:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2016 8:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 5:52 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 12:45 pm
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...right. Perhaps it was his upbringing, but Kestven's vocabulary often left something to be desired. The lioness sighed, some of her tensed muscles relaxing with the action. She hadn't been completely certain her adopted son would have what it took when she'd summoned him here. Thank the gods she'd been overly worried. He wasn't her - not by a long shot - but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Most importantly, the pride would be in good paws.
"It means," Mittere answered in the long-suffering tone of one who had raised the boy, "that you're in charge of the Warriors, but I can still tell you and any others what to do." Frankly, it was unlikely that anyone who'd ever had her for a commanding officer would dare refuse her commands, regardless of her retriement. Still, it was good to make these things clear at the beginning.
"Now go. I'm sure you have a lot to do, including reporting to your King and Queen as my successor."
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