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Roamer (x2), Lee, Ice (x2), CyberGlitch99, Roamer, Fiore, Lee
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Why did he smell so good? Why did everything feel so... different...
She was thrilled at the idea of Nero and Olive meeting, and eventually Vio and Nero... and introducing Nero to all of her chosen family- and meeting his family and the idea of... this entire relationship just filled her with an intense sense of happiness and pleasure, that happiness that rumbled through her in an intense purr. She steps forward, pressing her head against him, brushing into his chest. <B STYLE="color: #ffe594;">"I love you."</b> The words are sincere, a murmured whisper against his fur. Though the passionate and intense feelings are strange to her, she can't help but appreciate the change in them, as she presses against him. <B STYLE="color: #ffe594;">"Thank you."</b> She appreciated him, so much. God, why were her emotions so intense!
Why did he smell so good? Why did everything feel so... different...</div></div>
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Why did he smell so good? Why did everything feel so... different...
She was thrilled at the idea of Nero and Olive meeting, and eventually Vio and Nero... and introducing Nero to all of her chosen family- and meeting his family and the idea of... this entire relationship just filled her with an intense sense of happiness and pleasure, that happiness that rumbled through her in an intense purr. She steps forward, pressing her head against him, brushing into his chest. <B STYLE="color: #d2cca9;">"I love you."</b> The words are sincere, a murmured whisper against his fur. Though the passionate and intense feelings are strange to her, she can't help but appreciate the change in them, as she presses against him. <B STYLE="color: #d2cca9;">"Thank you."</b> She appreciated him, so much. God, why were her emotions so intense!
Why did he smell so good? Why did everything feel so... different...</div></div>
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She's been having visions in which Maua comes to her. Last night, she was shown images of her future self, a family she didn't recognize, children she didn't recognize and a lioness who looked like her, yet not like her. It's been on her mind ever since she woke up. She's dedicated her entire life to Maua, and yet she doesn't understand why they're showing themselves to her. What are they trying to tell her? Are the children hers, or do they belong to someone else? What is their significance? Noiselessly, she makes her way up the peak, quietly acknowledging the deepening mist as she does so. The mist has something to do with it... it must, because it appeared in tandem with the dreams. She has to find a quiet spot... once she does, perhaps Maua will seek her out again, and she will be able to commune with them undisturbed.
But as she arrives, there is another lioness there. Maned, but noticably female. The sight shocks her to the core—she's falling onto the ground and dangerously close to the precipice. Ingrid quickly breaks into a run towards her, but she seems alert enough, and has been spared a deadly spill off the ledge. There is another one there, felled by some unseen force. Adrien glances upwards, and Ingrid follows her gaze warily, but the sky, strung with stars, just yawns back at her indifferently. Did she see an entity, like Ingrid has been? <b style="color: #261e1d;">"Are you injured?"</b> She turns back to the lioness, placing a paw on her shoulder, and cocks an eye at Nazonal, directing the question to them too. Something is amiss... but why would the gods do this?</div></div></center>
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Amara had already said her bit when he won the challenge so she didn't have much else to add here. <b style="color: #0d6b54;">"Do you have anything in your den you need to gather?</b> She had no reason not to let him get anything he might need, he had done the Bluff a favor and she hoped that it would be a lasting one. Her golden gaze flicked between the other two males that were there with her. Maybe she could give one over to Ryker to make sure he kept his ties to the Bluff in mind at all times but first she would allow him to speak and see what he was looking to do from here.</div></div></center>
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Amara had already said her bit when he won the challenge so she didn't have much else to add here. <b style="color: #ffffff;">"Do you have anything in your den you need to gather?</b> She had no reason not to let him get anything he might need, he had done the Bluff a favor and she hoped that it would be a lasting one. Her golden gaze flicked between the other two males that were there with her. Maybe she could give one over to Ryker to make sure he kept his ties to the Bluff in mind at all times but first she would allow him to speak and see what he was looking to do from here.</div></div></center>