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Post by EmilyColeman on Dec 24, 2013 0:49:24 GMT
I lay on the boulders, shoulders back, eyes closed. My ears pricked forward, listening to the howling of the cold wind. I let it whip my mane back, picturing it puffing up to twice it's size. Relax... I thought of Luna and then of our cubs, who we hardly ever saw anymore. Maybe it was time to get started on my pride properly. Come on, Dolmio. You have wanted a massive, beautiful pride since you were two. Get ready, man! I looked up, eyes blurring against the breeze. Luna. That was it. I had to see my Queen.
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Post by Nami on Dec 24, 2013 1:14:48 GMT
Luna tramped along the cold ground, her subconscious growls drowned out by the whirling wind. She could smell her mate on the breeze, she saw a black spot against the white and wind. The milky white lioness smiled and trotted up to her king. "Ah, my king. It feels as if it has been ages. How has your quest for new pride members been?" The queen asked, rubbing up against her mate's black mane.
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Post by EmilyColeman on Dec 24, 2013 1:23:15 GMT
"Luna. My 'quest' has been terrible. Not one female, my sweet. Not one." I sighed, wrapping a paw around Luna's elbow and pulling her down beside me. I shielded her face with my mane and touched noses with her, smiling briefly. "So, what have you been doing?"
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Post by Nami on Dec 24, 2013 1:27:15 GMT
Luna tried to hide her lack of disappointment. She hated the idea of having to share her king. But she knew that this is what she decided to do. She licked his cheek and giggled, "Not much, my love. Just being Queen, looking after the cubs."
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Post by EmilyColeman on Dec 24, 2013 1:30:53 GMT
"Ah, the cubs ... how are they both? Little Tulip and Butter." I smiled softly, remembering the good memories we had all shared. I thought of their annoying-sisterly bond and wondered if they still had it. "They're getting old ... aren't they almost two now? Soon, they'll go off, darling. Wouldn't you like more cubs?"
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Post by Nami on Dec 24, 2013 14:03:33 GMT
Luna rested her head on her mate's chest. "Ah, the cubs are well. I guess I can't really call them that anymore." She giggled lightly and nodded, "Yes, almost two and I would. You know I'd always happy to produce more cubs--especially an heir to the throne." She winked, licking her King.
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