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Post by kishkir on Sept 24, 2007 15:54:50 GMT -6
Heavy paws crushed both dead and alive leaves. They stood in her wake. The dark brown paws were topped off with lighter colored legs and a slim, attractive frame. Kishkir had been spending time away from the pride. She was unhappy. A female...one not of any origin of hers was supposedly a queen. And Kishkir approved not. The scent of the new female started stinging her nose only minutes before she had entered the lands again. Her mind and soul were weighted down with this burden...no, they were disturbed.
Sitting down on a large slab of old building Kishkir over looked the lands. Though she was unhappy this new comer had taken her position away from her...she smiled in wardly. She would not take her man from her. Because ment everything to her. And if Kishkir had to fight, and then kill...she would. No one would steal his feelings for her ever again. And true enough. This so called 'queen' would not earn nor have her respects.
The thing was...if Because had chosen a queen...he would have come to her. To Kishkir...this had to be a mistake. This so called..."queen" probably thought she could make up that she had taken over these lands. This made kishkir growl with anger. She sat there thumping her tail on the slab of rock.
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