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 Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2018 6:52 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2018 11:47 am
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 It was strange, Ladon had to admit, to finally be home. Over the time he had been lost in the rogue lands he thought that perhaps he was romanticizing the notion of returning to the Mwezi'Johari and the lands that had been his pride and joy. Though times had changed and his position here had fallen a little lower he could not say that he regretted his decision. He would have come home, regardless, once his father had died but he was overcome with relief that he could see that old male live out his final years in a place that he loved even if his love was no longer here.
As he paced through the early evening, it was hard for Ladon not to remember. He had been such an unruly cub for Alcmene - angry that he was not a higher class, angry that a younger, more capable sibling might one day rise to the glory he had wanted. Oh, how the Great Lion had punished such foolish hopes. He had taken her, broken his father, and doomed the pride to much worse than any younger sister or brother might have done. He had once carried guilt in his heart at the notion when he had been younger, when he had been lost in his thoughts and new to his voluntary exile at his father's side, but he knew it could not have simply been his own pride that had doomed them.
After all, the Great Lion only gave them what they could handle and from it all they had received Kimondo. She was, for all that he could tell, a lioness as worthy as his own mother.
It was those thoughts that carried him idly through the lands, that had his eyes above on the stars, and that distractedly him so completely that he found himself quite suddenly stumbling into something bright and blue and nearly glimmering.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, shifting off balance and nearly tumbling over in an attempt to back away from whoever he had nearly bowled over. "I'm sorry, please forgive me, Miss- ?"
His eyes focused and he realized he had absolutely no idea who this beautiful, vibrant female was. She was certainly not from the old pride. Instinctively, he pulled his handsome face into a pleasant smile and dipped his head with a shy apology.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2018 11:15 am
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"Leini," he repeated gently, committing it to memory as he tasted the lilting letters on his tongue. For a moment he seemed lost in contemplation as he put name to face and then laughed, awkwardly, and dipped his head again.
"I am Ladon, simple and short. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Where he looked like many of the lions in their pride with colors of a bloodline barely remembered, she, he realized, looked like nothing he had ever quite seen before. Their pride was not particularly known for such delicate, intricate markings and even in all his years of self-imposed exile at his father's side he was not sure he had seen anything quite so brilliant. If she was staring a little, he might as well have been slack-jawed by comparison.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude," the humor was still clear in his voice as he forced his gaze back onto her eyes, "your pelt is just.. very interesting. I've never seen anything like those patterns."
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