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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 5:58 pm
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It was a fairly nice evening that was settling over the lands the Stormborn called home. The cloud coverage had been decent all day, leaving the lions cool and comfortable. Kitwana had decided to turn the day into a productive one by cleaning out his den and letting things air out a bit. He had always despised cleaning and organizing, but as a bachelor with no Thralls it had to be done. The way he saw it, if he didn't have a female, why would he keep Thralls? It was a bit lonely this way but Kit soldiered on, determined to keep to his own thought process and beliefs despite the way the pride had gone in recent years.
Pulling his prized lion pelt from the den, he gave it a fierce shake to rid it of any debris and dirt before settling it on a rock to let the breeze attack the mane and fluffier parts. He stood back to admire the centerpiece of his hoard before withdrawing into the den once more to pull out other trophies he had acquired over the years. Skulls, feathers, shiny things that he didn't have much use for other than to decorate the walls of his living space...it was a nice collection when all was said and done. He'd been a Reaver for quite some time and although he had no aspirations to be a Captain, he had seen more Vikings than quite a few of the younger lions claiming the title now. He was happy where he was within the pride rank wise, though. The only thing he was missing was someone to share it with.
Heaving a soft sigh as he exited the mouth of the den once more, he plopped down in the dirt to relax a bit. He'd been cleaning all day and now that the den was empty, he deserved a bit of a break.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 6:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 6:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 6:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 6:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 6:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 7:04 pm
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"Well, perhaps you don't need a mate or a Thrall to get started," the lioness observed, looking from the male to the junk and back. It truly was an impressive pile of crap that only a bachelor would think worth saving.
"What you really need, with all of this stuff, is a second opinion. Someone to help you sort the trash from the trophies," Syél continued. She pondered the stuff, and the male (older than her, but still strong, and somewhat attractive) before deciding on a course.
"I could help, if you wanted?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 7:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 7:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2017 7:37 pm
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