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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 1:15 pm
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Emeka's nose wrinkled. The lioness peered down at the dirt, a paw brushing away the moist mud at the river's edge to examine the patches of green that had been starting to appear. She felt like she hadn't seen that color in ages. A breath left her lungs. It was heavy and chest-heaving. The sigh was a decent mixture of relief and remorse.
It seemed as though the pride held similar feelings. Rain brought new life. Brought hope. But at what cost? There were more injuries, and more life had been lost. At the thought of the newly orphaned children, the tripod lioness' brow furrowed.
She sat a little distance away from the water's edge. Far enough to be out of range of any crocodiles in the area. Emeka hadn't gone with others to search the smoldering lands for what could be salvaged. No, she had no use there. Her leg, mangled and lost in the water buffalo hunt, made her practically useless around here. It frustrated her to no end. So much had befallen the pride since the beginning of all of this, and Emeka couldn't help but wonder what difference she might have made had she hadn't been made essentially without purpose. Just another mouth to feed, and without the ability to hunt.
But there was water now, and that was something. The dark lioness shook her head and looked back to the plants that had started to grow, searching.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 2:25 pm
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"Sobala," The umzingeli greeted, straightening as she met the approaching lioness with a nod. Emeka didn't stand. Moving was a difficult affair and not the most graceful thing to watch. She tried to do it little, especially when others were around. Often, now, she was needing help to move efficiently, but the lioness was stubborn and insistent that she learned to walk again on her own. But she was proud enough to not do so in the presence of others.
The enkulu was one of the lioness wounded in the fire, she remembered. That itself was clear by the look of the wound on her hind leg. Emeka frowned as she looked at it, but her gaze didn't linger. She knew how it felt to be pestered about a wound. She knew what it was like to be watched and questioned with pity. "It isn't too hot today, hm? A refreshing change..." her voice trailed off as she met the other lioness' eyes, trying to hold casual conversation. "How are you doing?" She asked finally, keeping the question general and letting Sobala bring up her wound only if she wished to.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 3:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 3:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 3:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 4:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 4:52 pm
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By the time Sobala had made her way over to where Emeka had settled, the dark lioness had torn the plant to thick strips where the fleshy, somewhat translucent meat of the leaves clung to the outer skin. Tenderly, she lay the strips over where the burns were.
"I found these when I was trying to aide my own wounds," Emeka said as she worked. "They didn't help me much, but I remember them feeling...cooling. Or something like it, anyway. I figure it should be at least temporary help in the pain," she finished with a smile as she completed her bandaging work. She'd done her best in weaving the leaves to where they would be secure, but she also acknowledge that she'd need more practice. Doing such work on others, she found, was much easier than doing it herself. Though she wasn't spectacularly skilled yet, the plant would certainly give for at least some help.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 5:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2016 5:38 pm
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