« Thread started on: Sep 27th, 2008, 02:35am »
This being her second time in these wasting lands, Agni found herself enjoying the solitude of these desolate miles of ash.
Most of the volcano's most violent tantrums have calmed for now, perhaps from the cold, and it was safer to travel. This disappointed the black wild somewhat. Having to watch every step brought an edge to her life no often met while roaming the meadows.
Full grown and equipped with a liking for bullying, the black wild had become a terrifying adult ready to tease her favorite toys: wolves.
« Reply #1 on: Dec 5th, 2008, 7:52pm »
Last time the scruffy feline checked, he was not a wolf. In fact, he had no idea that he was a lion. He simply called himself "nkunda" and that's what he was--a Nkunda. Anyone who said otherwise was just plain batty.
He was just like any normal lion, though the exceptions were clear: he had several claw scars lining his rump and face; he limped with every step; and his expression was so morose that anyone would have considered him to be troubled. Indeed, he was troubled.
Today, he was depressed.
Each stride left Nkunda feeling empty and sorrowful. He wished he had some cure for it. He wasn't usually so down all the time. He sighed. It sure was empty around here.