THE LOST DAUGHTER; she was unaccustomed to the light that penetrated the horizon. for a long time, elke lived among the dark depths of nowhere. her siblings are gone; they were a memory that she loathed to recall and loathed to admit that, in some deep sheltered part of her heart, she wanted to see them. and what of the rest? what about the ones who gave her form and voice, the ones who created her? gone. erased and tossed aside until she could convince herself that she came from no one but the dark that bore her into this world. elke did not miss them. there was not many things she regretted, in fact she thought her decision to come here one of the best she ever thought of. as the northern winds coiled around her sleek pelt, the sun child wove through the land with careful steps. they will be here, the pride representatives who'll invite her to their prides. she could seek shelter somewhere and offer them what she knew best.

NOTE: OOPS I saw your note for no CC too late, sowwyyyyy - won't be offended when you turn her down ;)

TASKS: 5xp - Invite someone to the pride who takes up your offer.

It was her first foray out into the Passage since the birth of her children. Like any good mother she was loathe to leave them, even though she knew they were in Kismet's care... Alas, the longer she shirked her duties, the rustier she would become. The Najma would never be able to make a name for herself by simply remaining a housewife. And so she seized the opportunity hungrily when she spotted @Elke, unattended, on the sands a ways away. "Good morning," she purred, when she reached earshot of the younger female. She was pretty - exotic looking, almost, given her markings. "Do you seek a home? I am Basira Najma, Sovereign of Caladan Cove. I would be pleased to have the opportunity to tell you more." And, if she asked, anything else she might like to know; Basira did like to think of herself as a well-informed woman, after all.

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OLD TIME RELIGION, AN OLD TIME CONVICTION His last attempt to recruit for the cause had not gone as well as he had hoped, but Mordecai was not the sort of man to be swayed by a little bout of poor fortune. If he was, he would not be in the position he was now. With a keen eye he would scan the horizon, perking up when the shape of not one but two lions caught his attention. Closer examination would reveal that one - the darker - belonged to a pride, but the other was a rogue. Unattached - for now. "Well met," he rumbled, adopting a pleasant smile for the pair as he addressed them both. He could have claimed Elke, like Seneca had Ezra, and the whole thing would be done with before it had even begun; but Mordecai... Well, he was many things - even a hypocrite, sometimes - but a sinner? No, not at all. He was a gentleman. He'd caught most of Basira's introduction - Caladan Cove - and eyed her with momentarily interest before shifting his attention back to @Elke. "I could offer an alternative, if it interested you; I am Mordecai, one of the leaders of Firnen Rainforest." @Basira

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The sands of this strip of barren lands brought him nice memories, from the place he was born. The young Starke had been banished from his father as how normal it was from the lion society or atleast the one he grew up to learn. Cold mismatched eyes lurked through the wasteland, nostrils taking in any scents that came past his nostrils. Ears up in alert. Jurgen was new here and his mind already sought power, a place to call his own, that was just how he was taught, how he sought a male lion should live. But little he knew the continent he just arrived to didnt seem to abide to such laws.

As his peach yet large body moved through the trail of dust and ash, his stoic gaze landed upon a group ahead. He would slip behind a rock, large enough for his also large body. Tail moving behind, ears now focused on the chat. A lioness intercepted by a male and another female of unique colors. Interesting. She accommodated himself to spy on them.

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+5 Infiltrate a group thread without getting caught
Jurgen is attempting to hide

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THE LOST DAUGHTER; silence followed her, only to be cleaved apart by the scents that gather near her. for once, the land basking in sunlight seems familiar. the warmth of its rays drapes gently against the curve of elke's body as she stands, listening to the first woman, a red one, talk to her. before she can respond an older male arrives speaking of the rainforest. she has no reason to like one lion over the other, but she is drawn more to the male, for his pride seems intriguing. thank you for inviting; i am elke, a traveler, but i can also be your shield and anything you want me to be. but of course they'll want her. that's why they're all here. and yet, elke learned it was easier to be humble and generous than secretive and selfish. better be the servant than a foolish tyrant who stinks of ambition. the rainforest sounds wonderful; i'd like to go there elke says, after deliberation. she's seen enough of the ocean-swept beaches to know she wouldn't want to have sand beneath her paws both day and night. [exit with mord?] @Basira @Mordecai @Jurgen

@Elke. It was a pretty name, and a pretty face to accompany it, but it seemed that the young woman had a little more substance to her than just that. A shield for hire? She pictured beasts like Corinthian; large men, grizzled and battle-scarred. But a woman? "How interesting," Basira hummed, maintaining a tactful mask and even tone to conceal her inward suspicions on how effective someone built like this rogue would be in such a role. It would seem as if she would not be able to find out, either, as the pale lioness was quick to fall in line behind Mordecai. "Good luck in your travels then, Elke. Farewell, Mordecai." After all, it was always nice to stay on first-name terms with the other leaders in Amaryllis, even if she did not know much about their pride. Something she'd have to change, and soon; once she was no longer lumbered down by her swollen belly.

EXIT

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OLD TIME RELIGION, AN OLD TIME CONVICTION He is used to having to do more work than this, truthfully. Fortunate, really, that Mordecai liked the sound of his own voice... a little too much, in fact. But @Elke needed no convincing; no promotion of his home was required. Easily led, perhaps? That suited him just fine. Mordecai would offer a nod and brief rumble of farewell to the other woman who took her leave, before focusing his attentions back on the pale girl; the newest member of the Rainforest. "A wise choice, Sister Elke. Come, follow me. I will show you the way back." He was quietly confident they would be able to make good use of her once she was settled; a shield for hire had the makings of quite the dutiful follower. The grey Sovereign turned on his heel and gestured for the small lioness to follow him; it was quite the journey back to Firnen, but Mordecai was confident that Elke was not the type to complain, especially if she was who she portrayed herself to be. EXIT W/ ELKE

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