A wanderer or a new pride member?

[charli2008]

The peacefulness calmed Chanta. As the lithe frame slipped through the shadows Chanta's mind was full of thoughts. However peaceful she may seem on the outside Chanta had a dark secret within. A secret that upset her. For now, it would stay with her. Frankly Chanta hated it. The tumbling past which she dearly wanted to forget stayed in her. Wherever she went it stayed with her. Never running away. Never.

Chanta looked around eagerly. If this was a pride maybe the past would dissapear. The horrible scent of male filled her nose. Wrinkling her nose up in disgust Chanta walked forward. She didn't like meeting males. Not at all. She winced and sat down. Looking at the great lash on her foreleg Chanta licked it gingerly. It was still painful. Trying to get rid of the taste Chanta roared. Hopefully someone would come...

[Vox]

|ooc| I'll let Angel handle this one, Hathor would be a little too much for a lioness who isn't partial to males xD |

[charli2008]

OOC: You could do it. More exciting!

[Vox]

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<sub>Three weeks! Keira had been gone three weeks! She was no longer a child, she was a young lady now and who knew what could assault her! Some strange, horny male might take advantage of his beloved daughter and Hath could not allow it. He wouldn't let Keira, like Angel, wander into a male. Angel had at least walked into a kind male, Hathor, but Keira might not be so lucky. There were all kinds of scum out there that she didn't know about. His middle child was about eight months old now. Not as old as Harleigh who was a year already and the same age as her identical twin, Brooke.

Bellowing worriedly into his land, Hathor's face creased into a frown as he stared around. Chuffing a little in anxiety, and licking his dry nose nervously to moisten it, the large male stopped. A roar? Not now! Not another male in the territory at his greatest moment of weakness! But after a few moments, Hath realized it was not a male. It was a lioness' roar. Moving toward the sound slowly, he reached it after a good few minutes. Smiling at the lithe and supple form of the unknown femme, Hathor said in his deep, melodious drawl.

Welcome to Poriuma! I am Hathor. Is there any way I can be of assistance, Miss?

His face was friendly and he was a good distance away so as not to frighten her.</sub>